Chapter 617



Belinda turned on her heel and left.

She was then greeted by a beaming Harold downstairs. “How did it go, Belinda? Did you manage to give him the IV drip?” Harold asked.

Belinda nodded. “Yes, it’s done. He has also had breakfast.”

“That’s great! I knew you would find a way to do that!” Harold gave her a meaningful wink.

Belinda recalled the scene that Hooper had witnessed earlier, and her expression turned awkward. She cleared her throat and said, “Well, I need to get to work now. Just have your family doctor take care of the rest later.”

Harold replied, “Okay. Thank you so much for your help today, Belinda.”

Belinda smiled and then left.

Once she was settled inside her car, Belinda had to shake her head to clear her mind of the messy thoughts swirling in it. Taking a deep breath, she started the engine and drove off.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. During that time, Belinda hadn’t heard anything about Lucas. She hadn’t even asked if he had recovered. Her days had become simple—eating, working, and sleeping.

At noon, she would visit Holley at the hospital. In the afternoons, she would either visit Kenia at Vera Villas or Mollie at the Thomas family’s residence. She was content with her life, finding a sense of peace in the routine.

That night, in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of town, Kylee slowly blinked her eyes open. Her mind was foggy, and it took her a moment to fully regain consciousness. The last thing she remembered was being knocked out from behind while walking to the parking lot after work. Then everything had gone black.

Now, as she opened her eyes again, she found herself in an unfamiliar place.

gⱯlnσν𝒆𝓁s․com, the heart of storytelling “Boss, she’s awake,” a man’s voice rang out suddenly.

Kylee stiffened at the sound, every nerve on high alert. She raised her head and saw two men standing in front of her—one tall, the other short. The shorter one had a rotund body and a pockmarked face, certainly not a pleasant sight. The tall one, by contrast, was thin, almost skeletal, with sunken cheeks. The stark contrast between them was jarring.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Kylee asked, panic rising as she tried to move, only to realize her hands and feet were tied.

She was sprawled out, her limbs tied to four separate corners. “Let me go!” she screamed. “Someone, help! Please help me!” Her captors watched her with indifference, unfazed by her frantic shouting.

“Please, just let me go! I’ll give you whatever you want! I’ll pay you! Whatever it is, just name your price!” Kylee pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

The tall man spoke first. “We don’t want money. Besides, Miss Wright has already given us a hefty sum. We—”

“Shut up!” the short man interjected. “Don’t say another word!” The tall man immediately fell silent, realizing his mistake.

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