No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Lord chuckled, "Clever girl, I hope in your next life you're born into a good family."

After he finished speaking, he stood up. My body lurched forward, almost tumbling into his shoes.

Lord's bodyguard immediately came to grab me, but he stopped him, instead giving me a stern look. "Now that you understand, what do you want to do? You want me to spare you?"

Yes, I wanted him to spare me. I couldn't die yet!

Dying like this would be such a loss.

"I won't believe any of this unless you let me confront Herschel directly, or at least let him call me. I want to hear what he has to say," I told the truth but was also stalling for time, hoping someone would come to rescue me.

But who would come to save me?

I couldn't afford to think about that, focusing instead on Lord.

But this time, he ignored me, signaling the bodyguard with his eyes, and I was dragged away.

Lord left, and I was tied up again.

Sitting there, Lord's words swirled in my mind, but the more I thought about it, the colder I felt.

Herschel and Jacqueline had been so kind to me, could it really not be genuine, just guilt over my parents? Just because I was their son's living blood bank?Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

I couldn't believe it, their kindness had been consistent over ten years, it didn't seem fake.

So, maybe Lord was spinning tales to deceive me. But why?

To make me hate Herschel and his family?

But if Lord was after my life, what did it matter whether I hated them or not?

I couldn't figure it out, just sitting there as the light outside went from bright to dark, and eventually, even the guard outside seemed to disappear. Was Lord planning to starve me to death?

Just when I was puzzled, the door locking me in made a noise again.

Soon after, the door opened, and a slender woman's figure rushed in, "Felicia, I'm here to set you free."

The one who drugged my drink and brought me here was her, and now she was setting me free. I couldn't understand her game.

"Felicia, I'm sorry, Lord forced me.

He said ift brought you here, he

would me to have my baby,

so... Shirley's voice was low sounding genuinely apologetic.

"Felicia, now that you've heard directly from Lord who killed your parents, it's more real than hearing it from anyone else," Shirley said as

she untied me.

I shook my sore wrists, freed from their bindings, and said to Shirley, "My phone, give it back."

Shirley took out the phone from her pocket. Before she could hand it to me, footsteps sounded outside.

Shirley was visibly scared and quickly pulled me. "We need to hurry."

Regardless of whether she was acting or sincere, I wasn't about to stay and get caught, so I ran towards the exit. Unfortunately, I was a step too slow and collided with someone right at the door.