Even in Darkness She Chose to Rise (Tatiana and Jasper) novel Chapter 381

Chapter 381 The Price of Sacrifice

Bianca had been subjected to countless hypnotic sessions over the past few weeks; her mind was already a hollow vessel, easy for the hypnotist to command. Within moments, the pre–set scenario was firmly implanted.

“The plan was a success. You are taking the children and escorting them out…”

The suggestion was reinforced again and again until Bianca’s eyes suddenly snapped open.

She gasped for air. Looking up, she saw her accomplices already loading a large crate. One of them nudged her with an impatient scowl. “What are you staring at? Move! The guards will be awake any minute!”

She shook her head sluggishly. Something felt fundamentally wrong, but she couldn’t grasp the memory. Under the pressure of the moment, she shoved her doubts aside.

“Follow me!”

She led them out of the cabin, firing off a message to Madam White: The package is secured. Ready for

extraction.

Madam White’s voice came through the line, laced with a triumphant chill. “Well done. Return as planned.”

The team carried the crate off the liner and onto a waiting speedboat, vanishing into the darkness. Bianca didn’t go with them. Standing on the deck and watching the boat disappear, she rubbed her temples. “Strange… I feel like… something is off. Ugh, it hurts.”

A sharp, throbbing pain in her forehead made her gasp, and she stopped digging into her thoughts.

The speedboat delivered the team–and the crate containing the decoy–to a much larger vessel. Madam White was already pacing the deck, her eyes wild with anticipation.

“Did you get them? Bring the crate here now! The surgeons are standing by! We operate immediately!”

Terrified of any more delays, Madam White decided to bypass all protocols. She was going to harvest the heart right here, right now. A team of medical staff stepped forward to unlatch the crate.

The moment the lid was pried open, a deafening explosion tore through the air.

The blast sent a searing shockwave across the deck, hurling bodies in every direction. Some were charred instantly; others were thrown over the railing into the dark abyss of the ocean. Madam White, standing far too close, was caught in the blast of flame. Her agonizing scream ripped through the chaos. “Agh!”

Total bedlam erupted.

The “escorts” who had delivered the crate drew their weapons and began a systematic, cold–blooded sweep of the deck. By the time the ship’s own hired guns realized what was happening, they had already lost the initiative. Their resistance was crushed with terrifying efficiency.

In the height of the crisis, Madam White’s personal guard used his body as a human shield, dragging her back as she shrieked. It was only then that they realized the truth: they had walked straight into a trap.

Madam White turned to flee, ignoring the searing pain of her burns. She ran for her life.

Another roar echoed-

Chapter 381 The Price of Sacrifice

A grenade detonated right at her heels.

The force sent her flying, slamming her body onto the hard deck. She screamed and rolled in agony. When she finally looked down, her breath hitched. Everything below her knees was gone–nothing remained but mangled, bloody joints. Her legs had been blown into the sea.

She surrendered to the pain and blacked out.

The ship was brought under control within minutes. Madam White’s crew consisted mostly of doctors and nurses who had no interest in fighting; they knelt on the deck, hands behind their heads, trembling.

In the onboard surgical suite, Jasper’s men found a child. It was a girl. She was already dead. Her heart had stopped just moments before the explosion. She hadn’t been able to cling to life long enough for the transplant.

The report was delivered to Jasper. He didn’t flinch. He had Madam White stabilized and brought back to consciousness–only so she could face what came next.

When Madam White woke and saw him, her face turned the color of ash. A primal terror filled her eyes. “Don’t… don’t hurt my daughter. Please. She’s innocent. Do whatever you want to me…”

Jasper sat in a chair, legs crossed, resting his chin on one hand. His gaze was utterly indifferent. “Worried about your daughter?”

Madam White shivered and nodded frantically.

Without a word, Jasper stood up. He grabbed a bucket of brine from a nearby table and dumped it directly onto the raw, jagged stumps of her legs.

Madam White nearly lost consciousness again from the white–hot agony.

“You were willing to sacrifice my daughter to save yours, hm? Who gave you that kind of courage?”

Madam White was gasping too hard to speak. Jasper leaned down, grabbed her by the hair, and yanked her head back. “Who is the accomplice? You couldn’t have pulled this off alone. Give me the name.”

She remained silent, her teeth gritted. Jasper gestured to a tablet, which played a video. It showed a little girl lying in a hospital bed, the monitors beside her emitting a slow, rhythmic beep.

“Yorian!”

Madam White tried to scramble toward the screen, but without her legs, she could only crawl pitifully across the floor. “Don’t hurt my Yorian! Please!”

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