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    Kareem said, “You want to beg for your daughter? Feel free to grovel here for a few more days.”


    Brenton sneered, “If forgiveness were handed out so freely, criminals would flood our streets.” With those words, they both retreated upstairs.


    Fleming disregarded the scene entirely, while Sk, visibly distressed, remained silent.


    Lonnie summoned Kane over and frowned at Callie.


    “Our family has shown nothing but generosity to you and your daughter. If you persist in advocating for that ungrateful child, let’s test your determination. Kane, take her outside. If she wants to kneel, she can do it there.”


    Kane responded, “Understood.”


    Blushing with humiliation, Callie shifted ufortably. This marked the first time she had faced such disgrace during her decades of serving the Sanderson family. While she recognized that pleading for her daughter was a betrayal of the Sanderson family’s kindness, she still knelt with resolve. Torn between guilt and the fear of losing her daughter, she experienced a deep and conflicting agony.


    It was only when Callie’s lower lip was bitten until it bled that she turned to Kane.


    “Kane, please, advocate for Etta…”


    Kane nced down at Callie, who knelt before him, her eyes filled with pleading as she looked up at him.


    As he had anticipated, when it came to Etta, Callie hadpletely lost her rationality.


    Didn’t Callie understand the damage Etta had caused to both the Sanderson and Green families? How could she still beg on Etta’s behalf? Kane was overwhelmed by a strange, unexinable urge tough.


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    “Callie, since we’ve been colleagues at the Sanderson family household for so long, let me give you a piece of advice. Stop pleading for Etta!”


    At Kane’s words, Callie slumped to the floor, weakened.


    How could she not see the reason in his words? But the thought of losing her daughter was too much for her.


    Callie remained silent to Kane’s words. She managed to get back on her feet and walked outside. She was ready to sacrifice her decades of loyalty to the Sandersons for her daughter’s safety.


    In the bedroom, Harlee faced a full-length mirror, dressed in a ragged vintage gown. Ovee with emotion, she covered her face, sobbing bitterly.


    “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…” she whispered, slowly kneeling.


    “I shouldn’t have put myself at risk. Rhys, please be safe.”


    Harlee had nned to draw out the mastermind by making herself bait, but she hadn’t anticipated…


    “I should have realized that.


    For people like Lindsay and Etta, without Hale’s influence working behind the scenes, how could they have aplished so much?”


    Had she made the connection to Hale sooner, she would have been more vignt and not so easily deceived by Etta and abducted by Lindsay.


    Harlee med herself, overwhelmed by sadness. She felt responsible for Rhys’ dire situation. It had been a decade since Harleest cried, but now her tears had run dry.


    Shey motionless on the cold floor, curling up in a helpless, pitiful manner, as though it might somehow ease the ache in her heart.


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