CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FORTY-THREE: — “Althea, you’re a bad mother!” Being stressed for the past few days and having the situation was keeping her on her toes, getting yelled at in a phone call is not something Althea appreciates. Her head throbbed right away. She groaned internally and made her self-control run in order to not suddenly yell at the person on the other line. “What is it now, Charlotte?” “You—why do you sound so… Bad? Am I using the right word?” Charlotte paused. “Ah! Why do you sound so tired? What happened?” The concern in her friend’s mouth was not fake. Althea’s irritation slowly subsided and she sighed. “Sleeping with a snake under the same roof is exhausting, Charlotte.” “Huh?” She sounded confused. “You bought a snake as a pet? Did you know that they will eventually prepare themselves to eat their owners?!” Althea sighed again but an inevitable laugh escaped from her lips. “Forget about it.” Althea paused and asked curiously. “Why did you call, by the way? An

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FORTY-THREE (03):—Tyler parked his car in the parking lot of the hospital where Sheryl was in and immediately hopped out. He has taken no step yet when the sounds of the clicking cameras and the flickering of the flashes bombarded him. A bunch of people was waiting for him, ambushing him in the parking lot.Tyler glanced at the news media and showed a dissatisfied face, but it didn’t stop them from throwing dozens of questions to his face. They never cared when they saw the impatience on his face and blocked his way with mics pointed at his face. The cameras were clearly on a roll and the flashes were still glaring brightly now and then.“How’s Sheryl Carter—”“Did she give birth properly to your son—”“What was the reaction of your wife when she knew that—”Immediately, his guards went out of their vans and rushed to get in between the prying media and their boss. They made a quick human barricade that was seemingly trustable because of their sturdy builds and

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FORTY-FOUR:—“This… This is fucked up.” There are times that one can’t believe what they are seeing. When they see an apparition in the corner of their eyes, when they see someone who is supposedly dead in front of their eyes, or when they see something hideous or things that no one can bear to stomach.Child trafficking, for an instance.Or human torture.Or it could be the supposedly perfect family that the public sees in the media but they were nothing but a bunch of murderers.What’s worst than being a murderer?They torture for pleasure. They torture for greed.Althea’s eyes sank the moment documents were laid on the table. Every word seems to burn their eyes and crave something into their souls. A surge of anger made its way into her heart that it was unbearable. She can hear them.The victims of the hands of the same perpetrator. Monsters! “They deserve a painful death, more than others!” Eddie was practically growling at the documents like a fierce li

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FORTY-FIVE (02):—Revenge? How funny. If Althea can rememberIt is right, it should be her who must take revenge. Althea glanced at the pot next to the ladder. Under the dim light, something metallic flickered, hitting the retina.Thank goodness she’s near it. She can just grab that anytime and shoot at her. But she can’t. Just not now. She was still holding the baby in her hand.Also, did she come alone? The guards were knocked out outside, even the maids were not there. Surely it was not only a move that a lone person can make, it should be at least five people knocking them out.The way they knocked them was smooth, they heard no noise.Tyler also thinks of that. As he was standing there, he was listening and observing the place for any traces of companions.Unfortunately, he can’t see or sense one. Are they that good at hiding? Or did Sheryl really come alone?“I have to give you a round of applause for what you did to my family.” The two threw their attenti

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FORTY-SIX:—There was no time to escape.“It’s her!” Sheryl squinted her eyes when the light of the flashlight hit her eyes. She turned her heels to escape but someone held her arm and yanked her back.She cursed in her head. Her mood was getting sour every minute and she felt like exploding. Sheryl held the knife in her hand tightly and swung it to the person who captured her arm, while warm blood sprayed on her arm, the man screamed at the loss of his fingers, he stepped back and clutched his severed hand while seething in agony. This gave Sheryl a way to escape, like an eel, she slipped from their grasp.“Catch her!” A man shouted through his gritted teeth. The other immediately went to his words and ran for her. Sheryl was fast on her feet. She already memorized the blueprint of his house, she knows the twists and turns.But no matter how fast and how she committed it to her memory, she’ll never outrun someone who was built for chasing people.Before he kne