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    “It’s not a threat if you honor your word,” he said firmly. “It’s just insurance.”


    From the moment he agreed to the Reynolds family’s terms, he knew he wouldn’t live to see another dawn.


    His wife had died giving birth, leaving behind their only child—thest piece of her he had left.


    He could face death, but he couldn’t face watching his child slip away.


    He knew his wife would weep to see what he’d be, but this was the only path left to save their child’s life.


    A life for a life—he would pay for this woman’s death with his own.


    “And how do I know your friend won’t try to use this to ckmail me forever?” Lorraine asked, her tone sharp, herposure faltering for the first time.


    “He won’t,” the driver answered quietly, his voice steady.


    “Your word means nothing,” Lorraine replied coolly. “Tell me first—where is this friend of yours?”


    “Do you take me for a fool?” the driver sneered, his knuckles whitening around the wheel. “If I tell you where he is, what’s to stop you from silencing him next?”


    And he was right—the Reynolds family’s word wasn’t worth a thing.


    Lorraine had expected the n to unfold without a single bump, but the driver proved to be far more alert and cautious than she had prepared for.


    “I’m not taking the me by myself,” Lorraine said, her voice t and calm, almost cold. “Call your friend. Get him involved. I’ll only feel secure once all of you are bound to the same fate.”


    She knew she had to draw the driver in slowly—push him until he called his friend. Only then could she control the situation fully. If she needed to silence them afterward, it would be easier and far more thorough.


    When she noticed him freeze, Lorraine let out a sharp, mockingugh. “You’ve only got one kid, don’t you? His surgery can’t wait. You’re broke, you have no support, no one to turn to. If you keep hesitating, you’ll end up watching your child die in front of your own eyes. I know your wife died bringing that child into the world. He’s thest piece of her you have. If he dies too, how will you even look her in the eyes when you meet her again? She gave her life for his. Do you think she could ever forgive you? Do this for me. Kill Christina, take the me, and I’ll save your son. He’ll grow up healthy and strong, happy, and with every chance at a better life.”


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    Lorraine softened her voice, certain he would eventually break under the pressure.


    The driver had adored his wife with a devotion that ran deep. If not for their son, he might have lost himself in griefpletely and followed her into death.


    Their child was thest living reminder of her. Lorraine understood this weakness perfectly and knew he wouldn’t be able to walk away.


    The driver’s emotions twisted painfully inside him. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, his trembling fingers tightening as if he could crush it.


    He was nothing special—just a regr man trying to survive. He wasn’t a hero, but he wasn’t a heartless killer either. He had his selfish moments, but the idea of taking an innocent life made his stomach twist with guilt, even if it meant saving his son.


    Caught in a storm of fear and desperation, he saw a faint image of his wife sh in his mind.


    She had been gentle to the core, always patient and warm. They had dreamed of growing old side by side, but fate had stolen that life from them.


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