Chapter 348
In a manor in the suburbs of Dellanex, there was a purple sea of lavender. The manor was reminiscent of a castle, immediately brought thoughts of “romance“.
Yet, in this romantic place, there was a dark, damp dungeon. The light beamed through a narrow window onto the woman inside.
The woman was curled up on the cold ground, covered in dirt, With her hair a mess, the visible half of her face appeared eerie and frightening.
Her forehead, cheeks, and nose were marked with blotchy red burn scars of various sizes. Her original appearance was no longer visible, with her deep brown eyes full of hatred.
Her cracked and pale lips moved slightly as if she was murmuring something.
She said, “Jonathan, Emma, Ophelia… I curse you all. You will go to hell and never rest in peace. If I ever get out of here, I won’t let any of the Davidson family go.”
She wouldn’t spare a single one of them.
The dungeon’s iron door creaked open.
The woman instinctively flinched and glanced over there out of the corner of her eye.
The sound of leather shoes hitting the concrete floor was steady and strong, echoing sharply and clearly in the spacious dungeon.
The man was dressed in a burgundy suit, and the metallic tie clip glinted coldly. His chiseled, strikingly handsome face was hidden in the shadows, revealing only his cleft chin.
He held a flickering cigarette between his fingers, took a puff, and blew out a stream of smoke.
“Haven’t I let you live long enough?” Jonathan’s voice made the dungeon’s atmosphere even creepier.
Phoebe shook her head like a rattle. “No, Jonathan, don’t kill me. I beg you. Don’t kill me. I’ve already been punished.”
“Not enough. If not for you, I wouldn’t have married a woman I don’t like, so how could I spare you?” Jonathan flicked away the cigarette butt and crushed it with his shoe, his expression even more sinister.
Phoebe backed away in terror, “No, Jonathan. It’s got nothing to do with me.”
“I know what you’re thinking! A few days ago, I got married, and now I’ll use your blood to remember it,” Jonathan snorted and crouched down with a smile, but his blue eyes were cold. “Think of a way to die.”
He took a dagger from his waist, rhythmically tapping the sheathed blade against his palm.
His eyes were fixed on Phoebe. He was reveling in the terror and helplessness in her eyes. The more terrified she was, the bigger his smile became.
“Jonathan, please, I’m begging you to spare me. Let me live, and I’ll serve the Davidson family faithfully and do anything for you guys.”
He had heard these pleas too many times. She didn’t seem tired of saying them, but he was tired of listening.
Watching Phoebe back away like a frightened puppy, Jonathan actually felt a bit reluctant to hurt her.
He said, “Here’s the deal. I’ll close my eyes, take three steps back, turn around, and throw this knife. If I miss, I’ll let you go.
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What do you say?”
This wasn’t up for discussion. Phoebe kept shaking her head desperately. She knew Jonathan was great at darts and shooting. How dared she risk her life like that? But she really didn’t have a choice in the matter.
Jonathan stood up, smiling coldly. “One, two.”
“No, Jonathan, please don’t do that!” Phoebe yelled.
“Three!” Just as he was about to throw the knife, a voice stopped him.
“Stop it.” Chloe frowned as she walked in from the doorway, her expression very serious. She glanced at Phoebe on the floor, showing complicated emotions on her face.
“Don’t kill her yet,” Chloe sighed.
“Why?” Jonathan asked, confused. He thought, ‘Isn’t Enima the one who wouldn’t let her go? Phoebe is just a rat. What does it matter if she dies?‘
Chloe didn’t offer much explanation. She stepped forward and pulled out some of Phoebe’s hair. After thinking for a moment, she had a tube of blood drawn from Phoebe’s arm.
“No, no…” Phoebe didn’t know what they were planning and was scared, struggling non–stop.
Jonathan was equally puzzled. “Emma, what’s going on?” He wondered, ‘Is Emma planning to use Phoebe for some experiment?‘
Chloe said nothing and offered no explanation. After taking the blood sample, she looked down at Phoebe. Chloe thought, ‘Hope she isn’t. If she is…’ Her eyebrows were furrowed even more.
After having her blood drawn, Phoebe was so terrified she felt half–dead. She had no clue what they were up to, her eyes wide with fear.
She felt like she might drop dead at any moment. Overwhelmed with terror, she fainted.
Jonathan sneered coldly, “What a weak.”
Playing with the dagger in his hand, he followed behind Chloe, “Why don’t we just kill her?”
“Stop with the nonsense. Leave her alone for the other.
now,”
hloe warned. The two of them walked out of the dungeon, one behind
Not long after, Phoebe woke up. As she recalled the recent events, sanity slowly returned to her mind.
She was still alive. She couldn’t understand why they suddenly decided not to kill her.
She looked at the needle marks on her arm and thought about Chloe’s recent actions.
She thought, ‘Why did Chloe want my hair? What could require hair?‘
In an instant, Phoebe’s mind started connecting bits and pieces.
She wondered, ‘Are they planning to do a DNA test on me? With whom?‘ She didn’t know and couldn’t guess.
But after living with the Davidson family for so many years, she had heard something about them.
Why were the Davidsons chased out of Helorja back then?
Apparently, it was because Cheney had kidnapped Xander’s wife and daughter and even killed the Xander’s daughter.
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But in reality, Xander’s daughter wasn’t dead. She was just lost by the kidnappers.
Phoebe overheard this when she was adopted from the orphanage. She vaguely remembered someone saying, “Let’s use her as a replacement and a future backup.”
It was so long ago, and she was so young then, she couldn’t remember clearly now.
Because of this incident, Phoebe kept investigating her background secretly as she grew up. She knew her origin well. She was definitely not Xander’s daughter.
But thinking about it now, what was she supposed to replace back then? Did the Davidson family want her to take the place of Xander’s daughter?
As soon as this idea struck her, her once dull eyes suddenly gleamed with hope.
She thought, ‘What should I do now?‘
Jonathan and Chloe might not know Cheney’s true intentions. Phoebe wasn’t sure whom they intended to do the DNA test on with her sample.
Phoebe now understood Cheney’s intentions. So she was a crucial part of his strategy.
Thinking of this, she felt a surge of energy, got up from the ground, and shook the big iron door of the dungeon.
“Let me out. Let me out. I need to see my
father.”
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