Willard tilted his head, listening again. But the sound was gone.
A strange unease stirred in his chest. For a moment, he was confused. “I thought I heard something… from the basement. Daisie…”
Kendra’s heart skipped a beat, but she masked it with a calm face. She tugged his arm, her tone casual.
“Oh, come on, what could it be? Probably just the wind. Let’s go, or we’ll be late and someone else will snatch that bag!”
She pressed herself against him, her soft body brushing his arm.
Willard couldn’t bring himself to push her away. Besides, he told himself, maybe it was just his imagination.
‘After all,’ he thought, ‘Daisie’s always manipulating me. Maybe this is just another one of her tricks to get my attention.’
“Alright. Let’s go,” he said finally, brushing his thoughts aside and opening the car door for Kendra.
The engine started, and the car rolled away from the Granthams' estate.
Meanwhile, in the basement, Daisie’s consciousness wavered.
Blood pooled around her, the floor cold and slick beneath her.
With every passing second, she felt herself slipping further… into the void.
Just as she was about to lose consciousness completely, the iron door burst open from the outside with a deafening crash!
“Daisie!” Odessa burst through the door with two of her most trusted servants. The moment she saw Daisie lying in a pool of blood, barely breathing, the older woman’s face went ashen.
“Hurry up! Call an ambulance now! Be careful when you lift her!” she urged, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
Before Daisie could respond, darkness engulfed her, and she fell unconscious.
“If I lose this child, I will make them pay!” she vowed painfully before the darkness completely swallowed Daisie.
