“Don’t worry. I’ve made the appropriate arrangements. There will be someone from the Jadesons waiting there.”
“Oh? Is that so?” Sasha looked at him, puzzled by his words.
After the driver brought Sabrina to the black market, she entered a black car. But, before she could exit Yorksland, a white Mercedes Benz made its way from the highway’s entrance and pulled up in front of Sabrina’s vehicle.
“Who are you?”
A tall man stepped out of the Mercedes Benz. “Open the door and let the woman go. Do it, and I’ll pretend this never happened,” he uttered in a deep and husky timbre.
Although the dim evening light made it difficult to discern the man’s features, his voice made it evident that he was a young man.
Caught red-handed, the driver had no choice but to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, the young man caught sight of a pajama-clad woman in the back seat. With her arms cradled around her stomach, she was curled up so tightly that she resembled a ball.
Her odd position caused the man to jolt in shock. “Are you Sabrina? Your brother instructed me to come here,” he called out after a brief moment of pause.
Immediately, Sabrina lifted her head. Even when illuminated by the faint light, Sabrina’s face looked deathly pale. It was as if all color had drained from her cheeks.
“My brother? Who are you talking about?” she asked.
“Yariel,” the man replied with a purse of his lips.
Yariel? Isn’t Yariel Sebastian?
Sabrina’s tensed body relaxed before she curled in on herself again. “Why did he get you to come here? Go away, don’t stop me.”
Not only had Sabrina just given birth seven days ago, but she’d also received a piece of devastating news that had a detrimental impact on her mental health. Clearly, she had not recovered from both.
The sight of her curled-up body caused the man to frown.
Without another word, he bent down and carried her out of the car like she weighed nothing.
“What are you doing? Let me go!” Sabrina was caught off-guard by the man’s actions. As soon as he scooped her into his embrace, her eyes flew open as she began to thrash wildly in his arms.
Yet, his fingers clamped around her body, preventing her from moving around. Try as she might, Sabrina could not break free from his iron-like grip. By the time she was carried into the Mercedes Benz, all of the fight had drained out of her body.
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