Chapter 854



Macie’s expression shifted instantly when she heard the name.

Minna… Minna Williamson?

It was actually Minna behind all of this?

Macie would never have imagined that Minna would send someone to do this to her. Why?

Why would Minna do this?

“She said—this is the cost for betraying her,” the man added. With that chilling proclamation, he raised the knife high in his grasp and swung it down forcefully toward Macie’s trembling form…

A piercing scream echoed through the decaying walls of the abandoned building.

Macie’s right cheek was lacerated by a long, deep gash. Blood poured from the wound, painting a horrifying image that would haunt anyone who witnessed it.

Before Macie could even process the pain, the man swiftly delivered another brutal slash across her left cheek. But this was far from the end of her torment.

The man continued to slash at her skin, each cut more merciless than the last.

Macie’s cries of anguish surged in waves, her voice raw and desperate. She had almost cried herself dry. The searing pain coursed through her veins like fire, and despair overwhelmed her, making her feel as though it was all over.

Her face was now a canvas of crimson streaks, nearly unrecognizable.

After disfiguring Macie with cruel precision, the man rose, grabbed the camera that lay nearby, and left, taking his accomplice with him. Before departing, he untied the cords that had bound Macie.

Macie couldn’t comprehend how she had survived that night of despair.

She dared not shed another tear. Every tear that trickled down her battered cheeks burned like acid, igniting a pain so intense she wished she could smash her head against the wall. If only she could lose consciousness—perhaps then, the relentless pain would stop.

The next day, after completing her rounds, Belinda returned to Lucas’ hospital room. She had just stepped inside when Gordon arrived, his expression grim. The look on Gordon’s face made Belinda’s heart tighten with dread. Something was wrong. Could it be the results of that investigation?

Before Belinda’s mind could spiral further, Gordon spoke, his voice steady but heavy with seriousness.

“Mr. Clark, Ms. Wright. Something terrible happened to Macie last night.”

Macie?

Upon hearing her name, Belinda and Lucas exchanged a glance.

“What happened to her?” Lucas inquired.

Gordon hesitated briefly before answering, “You’d better see for yourselves.”

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