Chapter 281

The basement was gloomy and airless. Shelia had been there for only three hours, but the damp, heavy atmosphere was already chipping away at her sanity.

"Let me out... Let me out!" she cried, her fists pounding against the solid door.

Unfortunately, the thick walls swallowed her screams, rendering them useless.

After a while, the door creaked open, a sliver of harsh light slicing into the darkness. Before Shelia could even feel relief, she saw her mother.

Clarissa had been tortured for days and was teetering on the edge of a breakdown. Upon seeing the pitch-black room, she recoiled in fear.

"No, I don't want it," she whimpered, trying to back away. But her captors showed no mercy, throwing her into the room.

"Ah!" Shelia jumped back, startled, as Clarissa writhed towards her.

Terror gripped Shelia, and she shouted, "What are you doing? I'm pregnant with Juan's child. You can't do this to me!"

Just then, Juan walked in. His sudden appearance brought a glimmer of hope to Shelia.