The moment she thought of her lost child, she could no longer breathe the same air. She signed her discharge papers and left the hospital that very day.
Outside, she scrolled through her contacts until she found a name she hadn't seen in years—her senior from university, now a renowned lawyer who once owed her a favor.
When the call connected, her tone was steady but cold.
"Senior, I need your help. There's a prisoner named Jennelyn—I'll arrange a way for you to meet her. Help her overturn her case. You can name your price."
Jackson had used Jennelyn to threaten her; she wouldn't let that happen again. Jennelyn had once saved her life—now it was her turn to return the favor.
But Helena didn't know that a pair of eyes had been following her since she left the hospital.
A black van slowed beside the road. Before she could react, rough hands dragged her inside.
...
In an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, Helena was thrown hard onto the concrete floor. Pain shot through her limbs as four or five men closed in, smirking.
The one with yellow-dyed hair licked his lips.
"Pretty little thing," he sneered. "Boss is gonna like you."