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    She nodded quietly, offering no further details. Oaklee seemed to dete, her energy draining away. She had braced herself for others to be harmed, but never Rhys. Tonya supported Oaklee, looking into her eyes with a silent plea.


    “Please, make sure Harlee doesn’t notice your sadness.”


    Oaklee nced toward Harlee.


    Beneath Harlee’s subtly lifted eyshes, her eyes were red, carrying a silent anguish.


    Harlee’s cheeks, still tinged pink, showed signs of a recent p. Oaklee was stunned.


    Had Harlee been struck? What exactly had happened? What happened to Rhys? And why had Harlee been pped?


    Though desperate for answers, Oaklee remained silent, unable to bear the thought of Harlee’s breakdown.


    Etta observed Harlee warily, but when she noticed Harlee calmly resetting her four broken fingers, a confident smirk crept across her face.


    Her eyes gleamed with defiance, as if to say, “See? You can’t do anything to me.”


    At that moment, she turned back to the fearless Etta once again, entirely untroubled by the threat of Harlee’s revenge.


    Etta surmised Harlee didn’t dare hurt her because of her mother.


    As long as her mother was employed by the Sandersons, she felt untouchable. What were a few ps? A bit of pain? As long as she lived, she could seek her revenge.


    Five minutester, as Etta’s arrogance reached its peak, Harlee made her move. With slow, deliberate precision, she began severing Etta’s tendons, ensuring that every moment of pain was felt.


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    Harlee stood upright, gazing down at Etta’s ashen face with detachment, her voice dripping with disdain.


    “Not afraid of death?”


    Etta, shaking, held her limp, numb pinky in the air, staring at it in shock. Veins stood out on her forehead, sweat streamed down her face, and her twisted expression became increasingly distorted with each scream.


    Her eyes, bloodshot with pain and fear, desperately searched around.


    Etta couldn’tprehend how Harlee had not only broken her hand but also severed her tendons, all after reattaching her fingers just moments before, making it seem as though she had never been hurt. Wasn’t Harlee supposed to refrain from harming her for her mother’s sake? Why cut her tendons now? Especially when it was clear her pinky was irreparable.


    Had Harlee nned all along not to release her, but rather to torment her and relish in her misery?


    Etta’s thoughts spiraled into disarray, overwhelmed by unbearable pain and terror.


    Her emotions surged, her eyes rimmed with red, wide with fright. The ringing in her ears intensified, sounding like the ominous approach of death. She regretted everything, deeply and utterly regretted it.


    Confronted with agonizing pain and the imminent threat of death, she recognized the depth of her fear.


    Her loyalty, her pride, her secrets—none of that mattered now. She just wanted to live. She no longer cared about garnering the Sanderson family’s attention.


    All she desired was to survive.


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