Chapter 604
Chapter 604:
Janice’s gaze darkened as her mind drifted to the memory of the scars she’d seen on his back.
The scars were from being whipped. Some were faint and faded with time, while others were fresh and angry, clear signs of recurring abuse.
The sight had been even more harrowing than Aiden’s scars, carrying a weight that told a story of relentless pain.
Had someone slipped into the villa last night and hurt him again? The idea sent a chill down her spine. Yet Stephen hadn’t said a word about who was behind it, as if he had accepted this cruelty as a normal part of his life.
The thought left Janice breathless, her chest heavy with anger and sorrow. What kind of torment had Stephen endured to make him so numb to such inhumanity?
Janice drew a deep breath, steadying the storm of emotions swirling within her. Determination flickered in her eyes—she’d uncover the truth behind her brother’s suffering and ensure the perpetrator faced every ounce of the pain they’d inflicted.
The live broadcast cut to a break, giving the guests a moment of freedom. Phones were handed back by the production team.
The moment Janice retrieved her phone, it buzzed with an incoming call. “Leah, what’s going on?”
“Janice, the big shot from Cloverhill has found Glenn!”
Janice’s brow furrowed. Her identity as MO was shrouded in secrecy—it shouldn’t have led anyone to Glenn.
If someone had found Glenn, it could only mean her whereabouts had been leaked. The list of people privy to that information was small: Leah, Prescott, and Costello. Who could have let it slip?
“I’m on my way,” Janice said as she headed back to the villa to change before making her next move.
𝙑𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 g𝙖𝙡𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨ⳓ𝙘𝙤𝙢
Going in the opposite direction was Alissa, who had already changed and was talking with someone on the phone.
“Prepare some gifts and wait for me. We must get MO’s whereabouts from that old man no matter what.”
“Copy, Ms. Welch.”
Moments later, at the Generous Lives Orphanage, a line of sleek, luxury cars came to a stop at the entrance, drawing the curious gaze of the children inside. They rushed out, eyes wide and filled with eager hope, wishing the visitors might be there to adopt them.
The door to one of the cars creaked open, and a poised figure stepped out. Alissa, dressed in a high-end designer dress that screamed opulence, made her entrance.
She removed her sunglasses, her gaze sweeping across the orphanage grounds, a frown quickly forming on her face. “This place is a dump. Is this really where the old man who knows MO is hiding?”
She had assumed anyone connected to MO would be of significant status and wealth. But this rundown orphanage screamed nothing but impoverishment and neglect.
“Ms. Welch, we’ve confirmed that the patient who had surgery at Auburn Hospital is indeed the director, Glenn Haynes,” said a bodyguard.
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