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Chapter 82.Rican didn’t wait another second. His legs carried him toward the door at a speed that matched the desperation in his chest. He reached the main hall, his mind fixed on the only goal that mattered—saving her. But before he could reach the exit, a firm hand on his chest stopped him.Steve stood before him, his eyes steely with determination. “You’re not going alone, Rican,” he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.Rican’s jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists. “Dad, I don’t have time for this! Alessa is alone, and God knows what they’re doing to her right now. I can’t sit here waiting for someone to save her! I need to go!”Steve’s grip tightened on Rican’s shoulder, his voice steady but resolute. “I understand, son, but there’s no way I’m letting you walk into that hell alone. Do you think I’d stand by and watch you run to your death? We go together.”Rican tried to push past him, his frustration spilling over. “I can’t risk anyone else’s life,

Chapter 83 . A desperate scream tore from her lips as she looked up to see Jacob standing over her, his face twisted in a sadistic grin. His shirt was smeared with dried blood, some of it staining his teeth, making him look more like a monster than a man. “Going somewhere, darling?” he asked mockingly, his voice laced with menace. Alessa scrambled backward, crawling on her hands and knees. “No… no, stay away from me!” she cried, her voice breaking. But before she could get far, a hand yanked her back by her hair. Pain shot through her scalp as she was forced to her feet, her tear-filled eyes locking with Xavier’s. “You shouldn’t have hurt my father, Alessa,” Xavier snarled, his voice low and menacing. His face was inches from hers, his breath hot against her skin. “You shouldn’t have.” He dragged her roughly, throwing her against the wall. She cried out in pain as he tied her hands with a thick rope, securing her in place. “Please, Xavier!” she begged, her voice tremb

Chapter 85.Rican sat on the chair beside Alessa’s hospital bed, his shoulders hunched forward in defeat. His right arm in a plaster cast, and the dull ache of his injuries was nothing compared to the torment raging inside him. His gaze was fixed on Alessa’s pale, motionless face. Her fragile frame looked even smaller beneath the white hospital sheets, her skin ashen and her lips chapped.The doctor’s words echoed relentlessly in his mind, slicing through him like a blade: “We are sorry, sir, but we couldn’t save the child. The drug had already spread through her bloodstream, and given her early stage of pregnancy, there was nothing we could do. I’m truly sorry.”Rican gritted his teeth, his hands curling into fists despite the pain in his shoulder. The helpless rage boiling inside him threatened to consume him. How could he have done this? How could he have failed her so completely?It wasn’t just Xavier or Sia who were at fault. No—if anyone was to blame, it was him. Enrico R

Chapter 87.Alessa stood frozen at the door, her entire body stiff with shock. Her heart raced as she pointed toward the gate, unable to find her voice. Rican, noticing her fear, rushed to her side. He cupped her face in his hands, his eyes filled with worry.“What happened, Ally? What is it?” he asked, his voice trembling with concern.She couldn’t speak, only lifting her hand; Rican followed her gaze and froze. There he was—Xavier, standing at the gate.Rican's expression darkened in an instant. Rage consumed him as he stormed outside. Before Xavier could utter a single word, Rican’s fist connected with his jaw."How dare you come to my home? I fucking warned you, didn’t I?" Rican roared, his voice filled with fury. "I have decided to leave you only becasue Ally requested me to leave you otherwise your body would be buried deep down now."- he screramed raining punches after punches at him.Xavier didn’t fight back. He stood still, taking every punch and blow without a word.

Chapter 89.|Rican|I was deep in sleep when something soft landed on my face—a tiny slap. Before I could react, another one came, a little firmer this time. Groaning, I opened one eye reluctantly, and there he was—our little bundle of energy, Rowoon, standing next to the bed. His bright blue eyes sparkled with mischief, and a wide grin stretched across his chubby cheeks.“Papa! Papa awake! Papa awake!” he sang loudly, practically bouncing on the spot.I couldn’t help but smile as I sat up, pulling him into my arms. “Morning, little king,” I murmured, ruffling his hair.But Rowoon wasn’t done yet. Once on the bed, he immediately turned his attention to Ally, who was still in a deep sleep. Without hesitation, he started climbing over her. His giggles filled the room as he poked her gently. “Momma, wokii wokii!” he sang, his little voice rising in excitement.“Hey, baby,” I whispered, trying to gently pull him back. “Momma is tired, okay? Let’s let her sleep a little more, hmm?