Chapter 140

As Cordelia picked up her phone, she was baffled to see Arabella’s name flash on the screen. A surge of anger welled within her, but she answered the call anyway.

Arabella’s sobbing voice filled the air around the phone. “Dad! You need to come and save me! I’ve been locked up…”

“What? Are you trying to set your dad up again using the same old trick?” Cordelia interrupted her as a bitter laugh escaped her lips.

Arabella seemed taken aback on the other end of the line. “Mom…”

“Don’t call me mom. I can’t bear the weight of it.” Cordelia retorted coldly. “Your dad is still bedridden due to your antics. What are you scheming this time?”

“No, mom, it’s different now. I’m really in trouble.” Arabella’s voice was filled with desperation, and her breath was heavy as if she were on the run.

But Cordelia was not about to be fooled again. Even if she believed Arabella, she wouldn’t bother to help. Her heart was already battered and bruised.

Cordelia cut Arabella off in a stern tone. “Arabella, the biggest regret your dad and I have in this life is adopting you. Now that we’ve severed ties, please stop bothering us.”

With that, she ended the call with a harsh click and followed Michael’s lead by switching off Dorian’s phone.

Even turning off Dorian’s phone wasn’t enough. She turned off her own too.

The mere thought of Arabella made her sick.

East District.

Arabella wasn’t lying to Beatrice. She had been trying to contact the mysterious man since that day.

Unfortunately, as soon as their plot to frame Dorian was exposed, that man and his gang disappeared without a trace.

Left with no other choice, she had to track Elijah’s lawyer in an attempt to find him.

She believed if the man had gone to the lengths of hiring a lawyer for Elijah, he wouldn’t abandon him. He must still be in touch with the lawyer.

But to her dismay, she lost track of Elijah’s lawyer upon reaching the East District.

hiding in the most

did she expect to be targeted by three thugs

her to a secluded grove, where they began to

brings a pretty little thing like you to such a dangerous

she heard another one say, “What else could it

one reached out to grab her. “Well

lost!’ Arabella shrieked, dodging

ungrateful wench! You’ll regret it!”

woods, dialing 911 as she ran. “I need help! Three men are trying to rape

can you please provide your exact location?” A

the woods near Urban Village in the East District!” Arabella glanced behind her and saw that the men were gaining on her. Panic

Which one are you near, and in which grove?” The dispatcher

Village. I don’t know which grove I’m in!” Arabella was unfamiliar with the East District, let alone the numerous groves. She was on the

the phone with the cops! Let’s finish her off!”

her. Ivan needs kidneys, right? Let’s sell one of

She sped up, but the path ahead was pitch black. She had no idea where she was and could

a hospital. The small door at the

Unable to enter, the thugs kicked the metal door

was surprised they didn’t try to climb over the

dark yard, startled by a chuckle from

chubby man in hospital attire

the man lunged at her She quickly backed away

num! The fat man giggled while chasing

under a bed. The chubby man found her reem quickly calling out

the lights, and another started yelling, “Falso, are

awoken by the

began to wail

still under the bed, baffled at the lack of staff intervention in this bizarre

grew louder. “I saw you come

suggested, “Did you check under the

pounded in her chest. The next second, the fat man’s drooling face appeared under the bed, reaching out to grab

out a piercing scream, attempting to back away, but was caught off guard by another man on her other side. He dragged her out into

onto the cold floor. Using the dim light provided, she managed to make

four other men in

eye

menacing look in

muttering gibberish

seemed somewhat normal was brandishing a crude knife that was carved out of

chubby, cross-eyed man quickly intervened. “No, no way; she’s my gal! You

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