Raegan’s daring maneuver had been a calcted risk, leveraging Casey’s emotional vulnerability to manipte Davey’s concern.


    Fortunately, her ploy seeded, and she breathed a sigh of relief as the deception yed out as nned.


    Reflecting on the situation, Raegan acknowledged that, had it been her own cries of pain, they would have Likely fallen on deaf ears unless she was on the brink of death.


    Casey remainedrgely unresponsive, though she made no effort to resist Raegan’sforting presence.


    Her unblinking gaze bore into Raegan’s, as if fearing that anypse would make Raegan disappear.


    Tears streaked down Raegan’s face as she gently sped Casey’s arm, seeking sce in their shared connection.


    “Mom…”


    Raegan allowed herself a moment of raw emotion, tears flowing freely, before regaining herposure.


    “Mom, where did you hide that embroidery satin?”


    Her inquiry pertained to the embroidery satin that apanied the gift she had distributed earlier in the wedding, a precious relic now serving as their sole means of reaching out to the outside world.


    Containing a transmitter, a mere press of its concealed button would alert Erick to their location.


    Since Davey had neglected to investigate the gift after Casey’s inadvertent activation of the transmitter, Raegan surmised that he remained unaware of its existence.


    The timing of Casey’s condition suggested that she had activated it unintentionally, in a moment of subconscious rity amidst her nonverbal state.


    In a moment of rity, a lingering conscious thought prompted Casey to instinctively touch the embroidery satin.


    “Mom, that embroidery satin is crucial for us.


    Can you please tell me where it is?” Raegan’s inquiry was gentle, yet Casey still seemed to struggle to grasp its significance.


    Raegan’s mind flickered back to the tale of “birds return when the timees,” a story that resonated deeply with Casey.


    Guiding Casey to sit, Raegan recounted the narrative, each wordden with hope.


    As Raegan reached the poignant moment in the story where the mother sparrow returned to find the charred remnants of her forest home, Casey’s countenance shifted, her features contorted in sorrow.


    Encouraged by this emotional response, Raegan pressed on, her voice steady as she uttered the hopeful refrain, “Birds return when the timees.


    ” A tangible change swept over Casey’s


    features, a glimmer of recognition illuminating her eyes.


    At that moment, Raegan’s heart swelled with joy at the sign of connection.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    However, the moment of triumph was short-lived as Davey’s arrival shattered the fragile peace of the room.


    Observing Casey’s somewhat restored expression, Davey’s spirits appeared momentarily lifted.


    Yet, heedless of Casey’s lingering reluctance, Davey remained steadfast in his decision.


    “Time’s up,” he dered tersely, his words a harsh reminder of their captivity.


    With Little regard for Casey’s emotional state, Davey swiftly carried Casey out of the room.


    The atmosphere crackled with tension as the next day unfolded.


    Casey arrived at Raegan’s room promptly, and Raeganmenced her narrative once more.


    As the tale reached its culmination, Casey’s eyes ignited with recognition, and she uttered her first coherent sentence since her affliction.


    “Is this it?”


    Like a magician revealing a hidden trick, Casey removed a strap from her wrist.


    With a cheerful smile, Casey inquired, “This one?”


    Raegan’s surprise grew as she realized the item she sought was concealed on Casey, masquerading as a simple wristband.


    Without hesitation, she inspected the embroidery, confirming the presence of the transmitter.