Chapter 230 Hatred


    Chapter 230 Hatred


    Mia curled up in fear.


    Brendon, with hismanding presence, exuded an intimidating aura. With just one icy nce


    from him, it was as if she had fallen into a frozen cave and her entire body was immediately


    enveloped in coldness, causing her to shiver uncontrobly.


    "Mr. Stuart, I don''t know what you''re talking about!" Mia''s voice trembled uncontrobly, betraying


    her nervousness.


    "Don''t know? The hospital where your father is being treated is owned by Pixystems."


    Mentioning her sick father instantly shattered any hope Mia had left. She slumped onto the ground


    like a pile of mud and looked up at Brendon.


    "Mr. Stuart, my family is innocent. Please don''t hurt them."


    Taking a deep breath, she continued, "I never intended to harm Ranita but someone approached


    me and offered me money to invite her out for drinks."


    Holly had been pressuring Mia to do something but Ranita ignored herpletely so Holly gave up


    on that n altogether.


    She sold the studio and gave all the money to her family. However, her mother immediately used


    the funds to buy houses for her two younger brothers and supported her natal family. Her father


    then asked her for money to cover the recovery expenses for his hand injury.


    The requested amount was a staggering five hundred thousand.


    Mia didn''t have a money tree; where could she get such a sum?


    "They said they won''t harm her, just want to discuss a project with her. But Ranita kept dodging,


    iming she was busy," Mia lied. In reality, those people seemed troublesome, and it was highly


    unlikely they just wanted to chat about a project without causing harm to Ranita.


    However, if Mia admitted this in front of Brendon, she would be left with no way out.


    "I never intended to harm her. I arranged to meet them at a bar, but they never showed up. I had


    two drinks too many, and in the end, Ranita left on her own."


    ording to the surveince footage, that was indeed the case.


    Brendon had suspicions butcked evidence.


    "Mr. Stuart, this is the person''s phone number at that time. I really don''t know anything beyond that!"


    "Mia! Why didn''t you say anything yesterday when we were at the police station?"


    Mia turned on the waterworks like an actress who''d been practicing all day long, "Mr. Stuart! I''m


    afraid of getting into trouble! If something really happened with Ranita then it''ll be my fault... my life


    will be ruined forever..."


    "I''ll go down thereter today and exin everything."


    Brendon received the phone and immediately handed it over to the police station. The police quickly


    identified the owner of the phone, but it turned out to be a dead end.


    The owner was an old man in his seventies who imed that someone had borrowed his phone


    and gave him a hundred dors for it. He was also hard of hearing, makingmunication difficult.


    With no leads, Ranita was dragged into a shabby cement room and locked up. The room was small


    with only a bed and table, and there was a small window with a steep slope outside that would


    mean certain death if she jumped.


    The only way out was through the front door.


    However, Ranita couldn''t escape as her hands were untied, her eyes weren''t blindfolded but there


    was an iron chain on her right foot.


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    She heard faint noises outside before people''s voices along with car sounds faded away. But Ranita


    didn''t let down her guard; she waited anxiously for help but no one came!


    Days passed by without any sign of rescue while day turned into night again and again.


    An elderly woman in her fifties pushed a wheelchair over. Seated in the wheelchair was a gaunt,


    despondent-looking man with sunken eyes. Hunched over, as soon as he saw Ranita, intense


    hatred red up in his eyes.


    "You are... Turner?"