A young police officer was puzzled. "He simply mistook your employee for you. What is the problem here?"People often would not pay much attention to the appearance of strangers, and the young police officer found it perfectly normal.The shop owner said, "I lent him a lighter too when he asked me about the price, and we chatted for a bit before he left. My employee is a young man in his early twenties. Even if he has a bad memory, do you think it's possible that he would confuse a young person with an old man like me? We look nothing alike, except for our work uniforms. My employee even told him that I was the one he talked to, but he didn't seem to believe it. He stared at me for some time before reluctantly letting it slide."The police officer then said, "There's probably something wrong with his brain, not his eyes."The shop owner continued, "It's pretty strange. It seems like he has trouble telling strangers apart. But I only talked to him for a short while, so I can't be to
Stella's eyes turned red, as she witnessed Keegan being tortured. She wanted to rush over to him, but a man held her back. She looked at her partner who was drenched in blood, and her tears fell uncontrollably.The man restraining Stella took in the tragic scene and felt somewhat uneasy. He loosened his grip, allowing Stella to break free and shield Keegan.Marshall's previous attacker, who was an abuser, swung the bamboo stick toward Stella and hit her neck. The splinters from the stick pierced through her skin. Although Stella was crying out in pain, she held onto Keegan with fierce determination."Bitch! How dare you stash that phone away!" The man's eyes burned with anger. He tossed the stick aside, grabbed a shovel from the ground, and was ready to strike.However, Stella did not care. She bent down and pressed her face to Keegan's. Tears streamed down her cheeks, as she heard his faint breaths.Just as the shovel was about to strike her, someone kicked the abusive man away.
With no disinfectant in hand, Stella did her best to clean Keegan's wounds with water. She then used her scarf to apply pressure on them.Once she was done, she looked up and said, "Let me feed him something."The driver observed her in silence."You can tie me back up once he's done eating," Stella insisted.The driver tossed a bag of food toward her and turned to his men. "Keep an eye on them. Don't let that son of a bitch go berserk again. I need a smoke."Keegan, who was battered and bruised, did not have much of an appetite. He ate only a little before losing interest.After the meal, the couple was quickly tied up once more. The abusive man's gaze was cold, but he refrained from further violence after being told off by the driver.The Kanes and the Sauns were in a panic after knowing about Stella and Keegan. They pulled every string they had and scoured for any lead that might prove useful.Using the blurry surveillance footage and the account of the stabbed shop owner, t
It was the dead of night. The bone-chilling wind echoed in their ears, as Stella held onto Keegan and ran for their lives. They knew that the abusive man was a mentally unhinged lunatic. Their lives would be at stake once he realized that they were gone.The desolate surroundings offered no comfort. There was not even a glimmer of light in sight. However, Stella did not care. She continued running with Keegan in one direction, hoping to put as much distance between them and their captors.After running for what felt like an eternity, Keegan's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground."Keegan!" Stella's heart tightened, as she called out his name."Don't shout," Keegan quickly responded, but his voice was weak. "They'll hear us."Stella swallowed her words and crouched down to help Keegan up. Just as she was about to speak, she felt a warm dampness in her hand.Stella froze. While trembling, she slowly opened her hand. The moonlight was faint, making it impossible to see what
Stella wiped away her tears. She endured the heartache and ran in the direction Keegan had indicated.Keegan turned to check on the approaching headlights and went in the opposite direction. He attempted to throw them off by clenching his fingers tightly and creating a trail of blood.Stella was crying, as she ran. She tried not to think about Keegan's injuries, as she feared that she would not be able to resist turning back. All she could do was push forward and run even faster.Time seemed to stretch on forever, but she eventually came across the bridge that Keegan had mentioned. Underneath the bridge was a turbulent river shrouded in mist, and the air was cold.Stella was overjoyed, and tears streamed down her face. Just as she was about to rush across the bridge, she heard the growl of an engine approaching from behind.Panic surged through her, and she quickly sought cover.Then, the car came to a stop not far from the bridge. Stella heard the door open, and footsteps follow
Keegan's wounds tore open, leaving him pale and in silent agony. He scoffed, "Did you bother to find out about us before making your move? She's my ex-wife. Do you really think a woman would show up for an ex-husband who treated her poorly?"This seemed to strike a nerve with the kidnapper. He growled, "You divorced her just to fool around with my wife, didn't you? And then, you conspired with her to divorce me!"Keegan was puzzled by his accusation. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I don't know your wife.""Cut the act!" the abusive man raged. "As soon as she saw you, she wanted a divorce! You even helped her with the lawsuit. How could you!"The slap was brutal. Keegan's ears were ringing, but the man's words made Keegan realize that what Stella had said might be true—the kidnappers had mistaken him for Marshall.The abusive man grabbed Keegan's neck and continued, "My wife left me, my son is gone, and my parents were forced to quit their jobs by the company. My family
Stella did not have a good memory. She only had a few numbers memorized in her mind. Aside from close family members, Keegan, and Felicity, the only number she remembered was Vermont's. So, she gave the man his number.The man had restrained Keegan with one hand while he called the number with his other hand.Vermont was driving toward the location that the police had mentioned at that time. He picked up the phone when he saw that an unknown caller was calling him.Stella was afraid that he might inadvertently reveal his identity, so she immediately spoke up as soon as Vermont answered. "Mr. Moore, it's me."Vermont was taken aback and slammed on the brakes. He quickly turned on the phone's recording function and spoke in a low voice, "Where are you? We've been searching everywhere for you!"Stella breathed a sigh of relief. She was worried that Vermont would not play along. She had overheard the kidnappers talking, and it seemed like the police were already involved. Clearly, new
Before Stella could process the situation, the kidnapper angrily hurled the phone into the river. "You lying bitch! How dare you trick me?!"Stella panicked. "I didn't lie to you! I wouldn't dare to deceive you when you're holding him hostage!"Vermont was still on his way. The approaching vehicle was clearly not him.'We're in the middle of nowhere. Who would venture here in the dead of night? Could it be that the police had tracked our location?'As the vehicle drew nearer, the kidnapper grew increasingly agitated. He held onto Keegan tightly, and his hands were trembling. It was evident he was terrified that the approaching car might belong to law enforcement.Keegan had lost a lot of blood at that point. He was ghastly pale and barely able to stand on his own.Stella's heart ached for him. She feared that the kidnapper might impulsively push Keegan off the bridge. "I swear I didn't lie to you! Please release him. He's too injured to escape. Use me as your hostage. Please..."