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    At that, Sandra knew Brenna couldn’t be tricked. “Forget about the money, then. Maybe the people in the casino are bluffing. They probably won’t really cut her hands off,” she muttered.


    Brenna’s reply was as cold as steel. “Alright. I’ll get someone to rescue your mother. I won’t do anything about the money.” Without hesitation, she reached for her phone and called Ethan. With his ties to the casino, arranging Keira’s rescue was easy.


    While Brenna was handling it, Sandra’s phone lit up with a video call from Keira. The two-hour mark had already passed. Sandra’s fingers shook as she answered the call.


    On the screen, Keira’s wrists were pinned against a table while a man stood over her, an axe gripped in his hand. The man wore a mask, but the scar running across his left eyebrow made him easy to identify—he wasn’t the same man who had threatened her earlier. The scar-faced man leaned closer to the camera, his voice filled with menace. “So you’re not going to pay? Then Keira’s left hand will be cut off.”


    Sandra’s face went pale as her hands shook. “Please… just give me more time. I’ll figure something out.”


    Keira was frozen with terror. Her sobs came out in broken cries as she begged, “Don’t do it. Please, don’t take my hand. Sandra’s father is rich. He has plenty of money. Just wait. Sandra wille through—”


    The axe fell, slicing through Keira’s flesh and bone. A piercing scream ripped from her throat, so harrowing that Sandra lost her grip and dropped the phone in shock.


    Brenna picked the phone up from the floor, her gaze like ice as she spoke into the call. “If you touch her again, I’ll see to it that your casino vanishes from this world.”


    The scarred man let out a mockingugh. “You talk tough. Care to prove it?” Before he could say more, another figure leaned in, whispered quickly into his ear, then slipped away. The scar-faced man nced at Keira. “You’re lucky. Someone saved you today. Get out of here.”


    Keira staggered free, pressing her bleeding wrist against her chest. Rage twisted her pain into venom. “Sandra, why didn’t you ask your father for money? Do you feel satisfied now that I’ve lost my hand? You heartless brat! I will teach you a lesson when I get back!”


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    Sandra finally found her voice. “I warned you about gambling, but you refused to listen. Now look at you—your money is gone. You don’t even have money for treatment, and I don’t have any to give you. What will you do now?” Tears welled as she broke down, her cries echoing with despair. Keira had lost a hand and learned a lesson; she probably wouldn’t gamble again. The oue was exactly what Sandra had hoped for, yet she felt no joy.


    Sandra’s heart sank as she poured out her anguish. “I’m at my wits’ end. I can’t bear the thought of my mother losing her hand, but I’m t broke. Begging for loans isn’t the way, and even if I did that, I would never dig myself out of that debt.”


    Brenna listened in gentle silence, offering a box of tissues with a kind gesture.


    “Thank you, Brenna,” Sandra said, her voice trembling with gratitude. “If you hadn’t stepped in, my mother might’ve lost both hands.”


    “Take a seat,” Brenna said, signaling to Lorna for some coffee. “I’ve already arranged for help. Your mother will be taken to a hospital soon.”<fn3c37> Read full story at find?novel</fn3c37>


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