Raegan was stunned. “I…”
Mitchel patiently suggested, “Take your time. I’d like to hear your thoughts later.” It seemed he harbored some hesitance about pressing for an immediate response.
Throughout the night, Raegan found sleep elusive, her mind replaying the day’s interactions.
Her thoughts were in chaos. Had they reconciled? To label their encounters as reconciliatory felt incomplete. Yet, the denial of such, paired with their closeness, indicated a level of intimacy that went beyond mere acquaintance.
Raegan’s thoughts were interrupted by her vibrating phone. She picked it up and noticed a message from Mitchel. “I’ll be heading out for a brief trip to Berton and return by noon the day after tomorrow. Stay safe and let me know if you plan to go out.”
Knowing precisely what he was up to filled Raegan with a sense of security. Her cheeks turned warm again.
Then, she slightly frowned. She hadn’t requested updates on his whereabouts. His plans weren’t her concern!
Lost in her thoughts, Raegan tossed her phone aside and hid her face in her pillow. Dwelling on these things seemed to yield nothing. A sleep was in order.
Aurora.
In a well-lit, spacious living room.
A man of distinguished appearance sat leisurely on a couch, idly swirling a glass of red wine, and asked in a relaxed manner, “Is everything resolved?”
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His assistant replied, “Yes, sir.
“And the blood test results?” the man, known as Davey Glyn, asked.
With due respect, the assistant presented a sealed document, saying, “Here you are, sir.”
Davey set aside his wine, carefully opened the document, and perused its details. The blood test suggested Raegan was precisely Casey’s daughter.
A cold smile appeared as Davey stood and disposed of the document
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in the shredder.
Following that, he unlocked a securely fastened iron door and entered a basement beneath the ground.
Despite being called a basement, the space was lavishly furnished, radiating luxury and grandeur.
Davey moved toward a bed where a woman, likely in her mid-thirties to early forties, was sleeping soundly. Her features were impeccably balanced, her eyelashes long and captivating, embodying the essence of serene beauty. She was such a beauty.
Davey gently tilted his head, tenderly ki*sed the woman on her forehead, and said softly, “Casey, your daughter is really blessed. Do you think I should end her life?”
In the room dominated by a grand bed, silk curtains of intricate designs and vivid colors danced lightly, a testament to Davey’s eye for detail and depth of treasure for Casey.
Davey, with a gesture as tender as the morning light, tucked a loose strand of hair behind Casey’s ear, his gaze heavy with unspoken affection.
Just then, a soft knock interrupted the quiet of the room.
“Come in,” Davey invited.