Day Eighty-Eight…
Jane's anxiety increased the mont she saw Nathan on the screen. He was being held captive by Monica's n. Little did she know that Monica had already contacted Nathan when Jane was still at Syphiruz Headquarters.
Just like her, Monica demanded Nathan to obey her, going there alone to et her in exchange for Ethan's safety. Nathan didn't hesitate to agree since his goal was to save his son. He didn't bring any n. Nathan was also clueless that Jane was eting Monica as well.
Satisfied with Jane's expression, Monica smiled triumphantly. Playing with them felt so fulfilling. Monica thought she had control over them right now and the two of them were so powerless against her.
Monica's sche was always terrifying. She loved playing mind gas and torturing her enemies emotionally and psychologically. That was her expertise.
"I think it's ti to let Ethan know that his father and mother are here to rescue him," Monica called her n, giving them so instructions.
A few seconds later, all the TV screens in each room were turned on, showing them footage of the other rooms. Nathan and Ethan had the sa shock reaction when they found out that the three of them were being held captive in three different rooms and were being monitored by CCTV caras.
"Mom! Dad!" Ethan jumped off the bed and ran toward the TV screens. Deep worry was etched on his face as he saw both Jane and Nathan being restrained by handcuffs.
"Jane… Ethan," Nathan also mumbled, his voice barely audible.
Knowing that Monica was watching them, Nathan spoke in his angry voice. "Monica, what is the aning of this? I thought you only needed . Release Ethan and Jane now! This is not part of our agreent!"
Jane clenched her teeth, her jaw tightened with tension as Monica's words entered her ears. She finally grasped the situation. Monica deceived both Nathan and her, entrapping them like this.
Monica's sinister laugh echoed in the room. "Haha. Calm down, Nate. You are not my target here. It's Phantomflake. But it just so happens that you and Ethan are very important to her.
You are both her weaknesses."
The ntion of Ethan's na sent a chill down Jane's spine, her worry intensified. But Nathan's reaction was even more intense. His eyes blazed with fury! Nathan couldn't let anything bad happen to both Jane and Ethan. He preferred to suffer alone!
He struggled fiercely against the handcuffs and ropes binding him to the chair, his muscles straining with every ounce of strength he could muster. But it was useless. The binds were tight, cutting into his skin, and no matter how hard he fought, he couldn't break free.
Furthermore, five ard n stood by, their eyes trained on him, ready to intervene if he made even the slightest wrong move.
"Monica," Nathan growled, glaring at her. "If you try hurting them, I will kill you myself. I will make you regret it!" He threatened her.
However, Monica's smirk widened as she t his glare, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Oh, Nate," she uttered mockingly as she moved behind Jane. She grabbed Jane's hair once again, letting Nathan know that she had the advantage.
"You still don't get it, do you? The show is just starting. We are not yet in the exciting part. I have a prepared a bigger surprise for Phantomflake. Your presence here and Ethan completed my plan. I'll have everything I want tonight.
I will see Phantomflake suffer more than what I did in the past."
Jane's mind raced, desperately trying to think of a way to turn the situation around. Her fury and helplessness twisted into a fierce resolve. She couldn't let Monica win. Not now. Not ever. She had to buy more ti.
She told Cherry to ask help and intervene if she wasn't out for more than thirty minutes.
"What do you want from us?! Don't hurt my Mom and Dad!" Ethan burst out, clenching his small fists. He looked like a little angel who was ready to fight for his parents.
Monica clicked her tongue and shook her head tauntingly. "Oh, Poor, Ethan. Bla Phantomflake for putting you in this situation. You are just a kid. You can't do anything for them, Little one. Actually, they are both here because of you.
They want to save you!"
"Stop it, Monica!" Jane shouted to stop Monica from talking. She could see how Ethan was being affected right. She didn't want Ethan to bla himself.
"Mom, Dad! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. This is my fault."
Jane's heart was being squeezed right now since Ethan had started crying. If she could just hug him right now. But she couldn't.
"No, Ethan. This is not your fault. This evil woman is the one to bla. Don't worry. Nothing bad will happen." Jane wanted to console Ethan. This was too much emotional torture for a kid.
She didn't want Ethan to be traumatized by this incident.
"Monica, release Ethan now. You already have . Stop bullying the kid!" Jane had mixed emotions right now.
She felt so desperate. But at the sa ti, she began moving her hands, trying her best to break free from the handcuffs. She didn't care if her bones would be fractures or broken. She needed to escape from her binds so that she could attack Monica with her bare hands.
Her fingers ached, already bruising from her frantic attempts to loosen the cuffs, but Jane gritted her teeth, pushing through the pain. Fortunately, Monica was looking at the monitor screen, watching Nathan and Ethan. She didn't notice that Jane was trying to free herself.
Monica chuckled once more. ""I have all the power. I hold your life, Nathan's, and Ethan's in my hands. And you—" She grabbed Jane's shoulders from behind, gripping it tightly. "You are my playing doll, Phantomflake. I will play with you tonight with an exciting ga. All you have to do is choose."
Monica bent down, her face inches from Jane's, her breath hot against her skin. "Who will you save between the two? Your beloved man… or your son?"
Jane's mind went blank temporarily when she heard that. Her body involuntarily froze in fear, thinking about Monica's threat. What did she an by saying those words– choose between Nathan and Ethan?
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