Marcus saw the fear in Cornelia's eyes, but he had already started. If he didn't finish, she'd only worry more. "Cornelia, I don't like delivering these harsh truths, but this is the brutal reality of the world, and something Skyler has to face."
Cornelia never knew her mother, and her father passed away early. Over the past twenty-four years, she had seen a lot of life's harsh realities. She understood a lot, but she didn't want to accept it. Occasionally, she'd naively think that if she worked hard enough, everything would work out.
Her clenched fist tightened and loosened, then tightened again, "So you're saying, as long as Zavier doesn't let go, Skyler has no choice but to die or remain under Zavier's control?"
Marcus pushed his glasses up his nose and simply responded, "Uh-huh."
"President Hartley, thank you for telling me the truth," Cornelia thanked him, but she felt sick to her stomach, almost wanting to throw up.
"President Hartley, enjoy your meal. I ate a lot last night, so I'm not hungry. I'll pass." Cornelia quickly stood up, and rushed upstairs to the guest room. She ran into the bathroom, and dry heaved over the toilet until she felt dizzy, but nothing came out.
She sat weakly on the floor, looking at Skyler's number on her phone. She wanted to call or text her several times, but didn't have the courage to do it.
Cornelia understood what Marcus was saying. Skyler couldn't escape Zavier's control, and maybe it would be better for her not to know she was still under his control.
But was she really just supposed to accept this?
Cornelia didn't know. Her mind was in chaos.
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