Chapter 77
And they had moved out. Benjamin knew exactly how traumatized she was by that attic, yet now he was the one sending her back.
He called for two maids to take her upstairs. Panic seized her.
“No! Benjamin, I won’t go! It was you who did something wrong, why are you punishing me p>
The fear of that dark, suffocating room was overwhelming. Her face went white, and her eyes filled with tears.
Seeing her terror, Benjamin hesitated, a flicker of remorse in his eyes.
Candice sighed. “Sister, Benjamin doesn’t want to lock you up. He just wants you to think about what you’ve done. You’ve been causing so much trouble with that pretty boy from outside. You really shouldn’t have p>
The mention of the “pretty boy” hardened Benjamin’s heart again. His face turned to stone.
“Rebekah, if you don’t learn your lesson this time, you’re not coming out p>
“Let go of me! Let me go p>
Two strong maids grabbed her by the arms and dragged her up to the attic.
The door slammed shut, and darkness consumed her. They had taken her phone. She curled up on the floor, shivering in her thin clothes as the pitch-black void amplified her terror. She remembered what had happened seven years ago. Her mother-in-law hadn’t just locked her in; she had put snakes in the room with her. Even now, she could hear the faint, horrifying hiss in the back of her mind.
Tears streamed down her face. She scrambled to the door and pounded on it with all her might.
“Let me out! Benjamin, I’m sorry, let me out! Please, don’t lock me in here, I’m begging you p>
She screamed and pleaded, but there was only silence from the other side of the door. It was as if she were the only person left in the world.
Jensen returned to his office as his assistant briefed him on the day’s work. He absently fiddled with his phone while he listened. By his calculations Rebekah should have been home by now. Why hadn’t she messaged him to say she was safe?
He stopped what he was doing and opened their chat. The last message was his.
Rebekah hadn’t replied. That wasn’t like her.
“Mr. Hawthorne? Mr. Hawthorne p>
His assistant’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. Jensen looked up is expression cold, and the assistant immediately straightened up. What had he said to upset him?
“Continue,” Jensen said flatly.
The assistant swallowed nervously. “I’ve learned that Benjamin is trying to get close to Professor Ford. seems the Forrester Group is after his distribution channels. Should we do something p>
Jensen’s face was unreadable. So, Benjamin wasn’t just relying on the Powells;
he was trying to save himself. But Jensen wouldn’t allow it.
“Arrange a meeting with Professor Ford for tomorrow p>
The assistant nodded. “Also, Mr. Hawthorne, regarding the Powell family you had
me investigate they did lose a child many years ago. A baby girl p>
Jensen’s eyes sharpened. “Keep digging p>
As the assistant left, Jensen stared at his phone. After a moment’s hesitation, he dialed Rebekah’s number.
It rang for a long time before someone answered. It was not her voice.
“Is this the pretty boy Rebekah’s been seeing?” a female voice chirped.