Chapter 77
I smiled, shaking my head slightly. “It’s taken care of. Nothing to worry about.”
He studied me for a moment, and then a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He didn’t
press further, sensing that I had handled the situation. There was a quiet pride in his eyes, a recognition of my strength that made my heart swell.
After a while, Lorcia returned, drenched and disheveled. Her makeup was smudged, her eyes wild with barely contained rage, but she just said nothing. The filming crew glanced at her, confused and
concerned, but she ignored them, storming out of the room. The filming schedule was forced to end
arly, much to her frustration.
Lorik and I didn’t spare her a second glance. We finished handing out the donations to the children,
their innocent smiles and grateful eyes warming my heart. As we prepared to leave, the dean and the children gathered around us, thanking us profusely.
“Please come back soon!” one of the little girls called out, clutching a new doll to her chest.
I knelt down to her level, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “We will, I promise.” I smiled to
her.
As we walked to the car, Lorik’s hand found mine, his fingers intertwining with mine. We didn’t
speak, but the connection between us was stronger than ever. There was a quiet understanding, a
mutual respect that had grown between us.
Later that night, after the day’s events had settled into the background of my mind, my phone buzzed with an unfamiliar text message. Curiosity piqued, I opened it, only to feel the blood drain
from my face.
The Image on the screen was horrifying. Jane, stripped and vulnerable, bruises marring her delicate skin, her face twisted in agony as she covered it with her hands. The text that followed made my
blood run cold.
*This is the price you pay for bullying my sister.*
My hands trembled as I stared at the message, my mind racing. Jane… she had been dragged into
this because of me.
My fingers trembled as I dialed Jane’s number, the dread in my chest growing with each ring that went unanswered. The silence on the other end was like a knife twisting deeper into my gut. I tried again, and again, but the result was the same–no response.
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orik watched me, concern etched across his face. “What happened?” he asked, his voice steady but
Brgent.
I handed him my phone, the horrifying image of Jane still on the screen. “It’s Jane… she’s been hurt. They sent me this picture.”
Lorik’s eyes darkened as he took in the image, his expression hardening. “We need to find her. From the looks of the background, I think this might be Rosewood Park near the college.”
His calm, decisive tone helped ground me, even as panic threatened to take hold. “Let’s go,” I said, my voice stronger than I felt.
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