“Let’s go,” he said softly.
“Isn’t this too much? After all, she’s just a fragile woman. The heat might be too much for her,” Vanessa continued her act.
“Don’t worry,” Richard sneered. “She’s tougher than an old sow.”
With that, Richard chuckled and left with Vanessa in the car.
His departing figure felt like a knife twisting into my chest.
The cloud of dust from the car choked me, leaving me coughing.
This was the same man who once defied his family to marry me.
The man who braved a hurricane to find me, and who once loved to fall asleep in my arms.
Now he was a stranger, someone I feared.
As the dust settled, several large bodyguards surrounded me, chains in hand.
“Ma’am, please don’t blame us. These are Mr. Hayes’ orders,” one said.
“He wants us to strap the urn onto you. Best to cooperate, don’t make things harder.”
They were afraid I would run.
Afraid I would resist.
Richard Hayes even left men to watch me.
Richard, only now do I see your selfishness clearly. All your cleverness is spent only on tormenting me.
“For Lily’s life, I’ll comply,” I said, taking a deep breath. “But before that, I want to make a call.”
The Hayes family held immense power.