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Zachary gazed at her, feeling utterly helpless. He switched on the TV, and a surveillance video popped up, revealing
Lena inside the secret room.
Lena sat huddled in a dim corner, clutching her knees tightly.
She kept count of the days—this marked her third day there. It hadn't been long but felt like an eternity in this
gloomy environment.
Surveying her surroundings, she found no escape route. Facing whoever lurked beyond was equally challenging.
She had no choice but to wait for an opportunity.
During these days, Zachary diligently delivered her meals. Even though they lacked flavor, she ate every crumb.
She understood that losing hope wasn't an option in such dire circumstances. She had to wait patiently, preserve
her energy, and prepare for her escape.
Zachary paused the video and turned to Sasha, his eyes searching for answers.
"Do you... truly want me to eliminate her?" he asked.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSasha was visibly irritated and rolled her eyes. "Why do you have so much to say?"
Zachary sighed again. "Even if you're not twin sisters, Lena... She's far from ordinary, and eliminating her won't be
easy."
"What are you getting at?" she asked.
"You witnessed it yourself. She can eat and sleep in these conditions. What does that mean? She's conserving her
strength, figuring out how to deal with us!"
"Then we should eliminate her even more!" Sasha snapped. "Zachary, you're not going soft on her, are you?"
Taken aback, Zachary fell silent.
"In any case, I don't want to see her anymore!" Sasha glared at Zachary. "You promised my mother you'd take good
care of me. When I was young, you promised to help me with anything I wanted. Are you thinking of going back on
your word now?"
"Sasha..."
"Enough!" Sasha's voice trembled. "You're just a stray dog my mother rescued! What right do you have to control
my life?!"
Zachary's eyes widened, and his fists clenched.
Disbelief consumed him.
He never imagined that the girl he had raised with such care, the one he had protected at all costs, the girl he had
been willing to steal and rob for when they had almost no money, viewed his years of devotion as nothing more
than a stray dog begging for scraps...
Zachary smiled bitterly.
"I'm tired!" Sasha looked at him disdainfully, then turned and headed to her room. "I'm going to buy some clothes
for the celebration party tomorrow morning. When I return, I hope that woman is no longer in this world!"
The next morning, heavy footsteps woke Lena from her slumber.
She was naturally alert, even in sleep. These footsteps seemed to resonate from the depths of hell.
Zachary opened the door, allowing a faint light to creep in.
Lena stirred slightly, observing him as he bent down to place a tray of food before her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmToday's meal was rather extravagant, but Zachary's demeanor was unnaturally cold.
"Is this..." Lena smirked. "Is this my final meal?"
Zachary didn't deny it.
Lena looked up at him. He appeared haggard with dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept well.
In truth, he hadn't. Sasha's label of him as a stray dog weighed heavily on his heart, suffocating him.
Lena began eating calmly.
Zachary crouched in front of her, silently watching. Lena, like Krystal, remained calm and composed even in life-
and-death situations. She radiated unwavering strength in the face of peril.
It was something Sasha couldn't muster.
Although their characters vastly differed, they were twins.
Suddenly, Zachary wondered what might have happened if Lena had been the one standing by Krystal's side. Could
the outcome have been different?
Lena took a sip of soup. "You've been with my mother for many years. Has it been challenging?"
Zachary squinted at her but remained silent.
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