"Where have you hidden Sammy?!" Whitney's hands fell from her chest, pressing hard against the table.
"Does it matter where he is?" Florence let out a content smile. "The important thing is, neither you nor Ludwik can find him. You've tried everything but can't find any evidence of my kidnapping. Because back in Banyan City, I had everything planned perfectly, taking your son from Elaine. I've successfully driven a wedge between you and Ludwik! It's too late for you now. The evidence has been destroyed. Your baseless speculations can't touch me. As long as I don't admit to kidnapping your son, even if you lock me up, I'll walk free!"
"What do you really want? You wouldn't go as far as taking a child's life, would you? What do you want from me?" Whitney spoke coldly, understanding Florence had summoned her here only to boldly confess to kidnapping Sammy because she had ulterior motives.
Florence's smile widened. "Sister, you've never disappointed me with your reactions. Now, you know very well, saving your son is something you have to do on your own. Relying on Ludwik? Then you'll never save your son. A man who's indecisive, a man who got your sister pregnant, how could you count on him?"
Whitney ignored her biting sarcasm, waiting for her to continue.
Florence pulled out a photo from her bag, holding it up. Her sinister grin spread. "This is your Sammy."
Whitney's eyes widened, her vision blurring momentarily. Her beloved, her Sammy...
The face in the photo was unmistakably Sammy's! As a mother, her instincts were infallible.
Sammy had lost weight. His dark eyes were still lively but looked frail as he lay on a white hospital bed, tubes inserted through his nostrils, his head wrapped in bandages. His gaze was cold and confused, like a trapped animal unable to struggle any longer.
Whitney sprang up, her despair driving her towards Florence. "You bitch, what have you done to my child!"
Florence stepped back, her face splashed with cold water as Whitney lashed out. She endured it because she knew this would break Whitney.
The bodyguard stepped forward, pushing Whitney away and shielding Florence.
Florence's voice floated out, taunting. "I didn't do much, just had a little surgery done on him. The kind that lowers intellect, erases memories. But your son, he's too smart, a real little genius. The surgery didn't have much effect!"
"Florence, I'll kill you! I swear, I'll kill you."
Whitney screamed, her body trembling uncontrollably with rage and hurt. Her eyes, filled with a murderous fury, seemed ready to tear Florence apart.
Her heart ached as if slashed with knives; she lunged forward, her hands reaching to strike.
"Stay down!" The bodyguard shoved her hard.
Whitney stumbled against the table.
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