Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 289

Shivering violently, a primal sense of dread began to bleed into her numbness.

The terror quickly evaporated the brief triumph she had felt just days ago, right before New Year's Eve, when Lawrence had finally moved her out of the psych ward.

Back then, she thought she had won. She was certain they couldn't bear to let her rot in that miserable asylum forever.

She was sick to death of the pills, the injections, and the endless therapy sessions. She loathed being locked up with actual lunatics, forced to endure the clinical apathy and fake pity radiating from the doctors and nurses.

Worse yet were the visits from Odette and Carl, packed with their earnest comforts and preachy life lessons.

Saying things like, even after prison, you'll still be our daughter.

Insisting that one day, you'll understand why we had to do this.

Pleading with her to let go of this obsession and find peace.

It all sounded like white noise. She had adamantly refused to cooperate with her treatment, stubbornly claiming sanity, convinced her parents and Lawrence loved her too much to actually make her suffer.

If she went on a hunger strike, they would surely cave.

And just as she predicted, right around the holidays, they moved her out. She hadn't gone home, but the upscale sanitarium meant no more forced medication and no more wardens in scrubs.

She was just one step away from being back where she belonged.

But it had all been a meticulously crafted trap. There was no softening of his heart, no compromise—only Lawrence's ruthless, calculated maneuvering to lock in her guilt.

He would do anything to deliver justice for Bonnie.

Standing amidst the roaring traffic, she burst into a sudden, manic fit of laughter that quickly dissolved into agonizing sobs.

"Jasper! Don't move!" Lawrence yelled, his face draining of color as a spike of pure adrenaline hit his chest.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her wandering blindly toward the opposite curb like a puppet with cut strings. But the terrified little boy she left behind couldn't overcome his panic. Weeping for his uncle, Jasper darted straight across the road toward him.

Disregarding his own safety, Lawrence sprinted into the road, throwing his hands up to signal the oncoming traffic.

But the street was a deadly maze of speeding metal. A massive black sedan failed to brake in time. Just as the grille was about to plow into the child, Lawrence lunged forward without a second thought.

Crash. The sickening thud was instantly swallowed by the shrieks of tires, panicked screams, and the chaotic uproar of the intersection.

She turned her head in a daze, staring at the epicenter of the carnage.

Right there, something immeasurably precious was slipping away, tearing her fractured soul to pieces and plunging her into an abyss of absolute, unbearable agony.