Chapter 20
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“No, don’t go! Don’t leave!” Jasmine shouted.
The prison wardens didn’t seem to hear her. They strode out of the room, leaving the Shores and Jordan alone with her in the visitation room.
Roland suddenly whipped out a small bomb that was counting down. He tied it to Jasmine like it was no big deal. Then, he and the others left the room. He smiled in satisfaction when he heard her screaming hysterically.
She frantically tore at the bomb strapped to her, finally managing to break free three seconds before the countdown ended. However, the door was shut.
She pounded on the door and screamed for help. “Let me out, please! I’ll die if it goes off! Let me go…‘
She kneeled on the floor, her voice hoarse from her screaming. No one pitied or took mercy on her.
Three, two, one.
The countdown ended, and the bomb exploded. Jasmine was covered in injuries from it, but they weren’t severe because the blast had been controlled. It hadn’t taken her life. She was drenched in a cold sweat when she realized she was alive. This wasn’t the end of her ordeal, though.
Melinda entered the room with a tray of peanut butter cookies. Philip followed her and held Jasmine down expressionlessly. He forced her mouth open and allowed Melinda to feed her the cookies.
“I’m allergic to peanuts! I can’t eat peanuts, Mom! Please don’t do this!” Jasmine screamed.
Melinda’s heart hardened at how Jasmine addressed her. She stuffed the rest of the cookies into the latter’s mouth. Almost instantly, Jasmine broke out in hives. She scratched frantically, and her breathing sped up.
Jordan only threw a bottle of allergy medication at her when she was on the verge of death. She hurriedly took a few pills, still dazed as she waited for them to take effect.
He watched her coldly and said, “I know you’re fine. Drop the act.”
Despair washed over her. Finally, she knew how Rowena had felt.
Jordan didn’t let her off the hook with that, though. He grabbed her by the collar scornfully and dragged her out into the rain, making her kneel there.
After she fainted, a doctor woke her up and made her continue kneeling. This happened a few times until she spiked a fever. She was on the brink of death when she was thrown back into her prison cell. She lay on the floor, suddenly finding that it wasn’t so bad to be in there.
The Shores and Jordan left Graystone Prison, suddenly feeling lost and empty. Jasmine had already been punished, but what about them? How were they going to find Rowena and beg for her forgiveness?
They could torment Jasmine with such precise control because they’d experienced it countless times themselves. The wounds on their bodies weren’t any fewer than hers.
The Shores and Pallets dispatched countless people to track Rowena down, but none of them returned with good news. It was as if she’d truly died in that fire.
If not for the police issuing a report that confirmed the body was a lifelike dummy, they would have actually believed she was dead.
The report, the parental termination agreement, and the engagement annulment letter were the only things that kept them sane. Those were the only things Rowena had left for them.
Three years passed. Figlia’s most talented young cellist, Iris Newton, was about to take the stage at Islington Hall for the first time for a solo
performance.
The news instantly caused a stir in the classical music field. Itis was Francis‘ final apprentice, and she’d studied under his guidance in seclusion for the past three years. She had also accompanied him to countless live performances.
Over time, her talent and skill became evident to all, and she captivated everyone with her beauty and abilities.
