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!"

doorway, his sharp eyes fixed on Layla. "If she's dead, I'll bury you and your mother in prison alongside her!" Peter strode over, and with a swift motion,

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

you wish you were dead." Peter grabbed her other arm, his

quickly intervened, saying, "Peter,

"Can't

lips together. "You want to know where Tania is, right? Leave it

her talk. Just stop hurting

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

Layla who was crumpled on the ground. "Whether you talk