“Seems I’ve given you too much leeway, letting you overstep your bounds. Now tell me. What exactly have you been saying to Freya that you shouldn’t have?”
It was truly over this time.
Lily trembled uncontrollably, barely able to keep the phone in her hands.
No, this couldn’t be happening. She still had Jack’s child. Surely, he wouldn’t do anything to her because of that!
Grasping onto this thought, her confidence returned in an instant. Tears began to stream down her face as she spoke, her voice tinged with grievance,
“Elias, I’m… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to. It was Mrs. Sterling who started yelling at me first. I only retaliated… It’s my fault. I was wrong. Please don’t be like this. I’m really scared.”
Lily tried to soften his stance, just as she had before. Her voice trembled with sobs, laced with feigned helplessness as if she were the most fragile victim in the world.
But this time, Jack had no patience for her theatrics.
“Enough. If you won’t tell me the truth, that’s fine. I have my own ways of finding out.”
Without giving her a chance to explain, he ended the call decisively.
Moments later, he instructed someone to confiscate Lily’s phone. Before she could contact anyone to fabricate the messages, the phone was already out of her hands.
Unlocking the phone, Jack opened the messaging app.
The evidence was crystal clear.
Over the past two weeks, Lily had sent Freya countless provocative photos and taunting messages.
As Jack scrolled through the appalling content, a wave of darkness consumed his vision. His mind thundered as if struck by a deafening blow.
What had he been doing during this time with Lily? How could he have indulged in such absurdity?
Just imagining himself in Freya’s position was suffocating. The pain alone was unbearable, making it hard for him to breathe. He didn’t even want to imagine how she had managed to endure it all.
If Freya had done something like this to him, he would have lost his sanity long ago.
Jack’s face turned ghostly pale, his heart gripped with indescribable anguish.
It was a long time before he regained some composure. But when he did, his expression was chillingly cold, his presence radiating a menacing aura, sharp and dangerous like a blade ready to strike.
