The Cherished Wife

"Enough. You're completely mad. Tania is the real daughter of the Hoffmans. Your birth mother took someone else's child and left you in her place.

"You stole what was rightfully Tania's, but did Tania ever hold it against you? Even when Tania returned to the Hoffmans, you still remained their esteemed daughter. Did anyone ever treat you unfairly?" Jordan looked at Layla's twisted expression, and he was filled with hatred. He knew that Layla had never let go of her grudge against Tania. He was now more convinced of what Sean had said. Layla knew where Tania was, and she had something to do with what happened to her.

"Do you know where Tania is?"

"Of course, I know. How could I not? But the more you care about her, the less likely I'll tell you," Layla sneered, pain shooting through her kneecap. Despite the intense pain, she stubbornly refused to spill the beans. "It's been three years, and you're only now thinking of looking for Tania. Aren't you worried that she's long dead? Ha, Tania died three years ago!"

"You're asking to die!"

I'll bury you and your mother in prison

die a peaceful death!" Layla's agonized screams echoed through the room. "I still won't tell you! If you've got the guts, kill me! Go on,

you wish you were dead."

intervened, saying,

squinted at him. "Can't bear to see

to know where Tania is, right?

Just

was still his wife. Though he did not love her, he could not just stand by and watch her be tortured to

then stood up and glared at the trembling Layla who was crumpled on the ground. "Whether you talk