Scarlett's POV:
I wasn't sure if it was because of seeing Nancy during the day, but I had a nightmare around midnight.
In my dream, she took away my kids, and even mocked and humiliated me in front of Charles.
To make matters worse, Charles asked my three kids to call Nancy their mother.
When I woke up screaming, he was awakened.
He immediately got up to turn on the light. Then, he embraced me from behind and attempted to
comfort me. "Were you having a nightmare, Scarlett? There's no need to be afraid. I'm right here."
The sound of his voice was soothing to my ears, and I could feel just how worried he was for me.
Sadly, it wasn't enough to appease my apprehension. It only made me feel more terrified.
As I recalled what happened in my dream, tears fell from my eyes.
By the time I composed myself, I found myself holding onto Charles.
I quickly let go of his hands.
"Hey, hey… are you alright, Scarlett? How do you feel?" Charles was staring at me with worried eyes.
I shot him a glare and turned my back to him.
If I ever get the chance to leave this place, I would certainly take all my kids away!
Never would I allow my kids to call Nancy their mother.
Not long after, Charles turned off the lights again, and embraced me once more.
"There's no need to be afraid, honey. I'll always be by your side." As he hugged me from behind, he
wiped away the tears from the corner of my eyes.
His embrace was warm, but my entire body felt cold.
"Charles, stop calling me that. We can't get back together!" I tried to shake his arms off me, but he held
me even tighter.
"If you keep moving your arms like that Scarlett, I can't guarantee that I won't do something to you!"
Charles warned.
His words were enough to scare me. Fearing that he would actually try to escalate this into something
sexual, I decided to give up on struggling.
The following morning, Charles told me that he had to go to a meeting at the company.
Once he was gone, I took out the phone that William gave me last time.
The only thing on my mind right now was to leave here as soon as possible, and get the hell away from
Charles.
Nervously, I turned on my phone, only to find that there was no signal. It turned out that I couldn't even
send out a text message.
Charles must've planted a signal jammer in the room somehow.
He was leaving me no chance to contact the outside world.
The last glimmer of hope in my heart was extinguished. Despair overwhelmed me, and tears fell from
my eyes.
'What am I supposed to do to escape this place?' I wondered.
I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, holding the phone.
This ward seemed ordinary, but it was actually heavily guarded. The thought of it alone was enough to
make me feel suffocated to the point that I could hardly breathe.
For me, this wasn't a ward; it was a cage.
I opened the door, and there I saw three guards waiting outside.
Janet and Tracy walked up to me when they saw me at the door.
"Scarlett, is there something I can do for you?" asked Tracy.
"I feel stuffy inside the room. I wanna go downstairs to breathe some fresh air," I answered.
Janet and Tracy exchanged awkward glances.
At this time, Richard approached me and said, "Mrs. Moore, you're allowed to go outside, but please
allow the three of us to accompany you."
After a moment of hesitation, I figured Tracy would be the best one to accompany me. "Can you just let
Tracy follow me around? It's too eye-catching if all of you come with me."
"Please don't make things difficult for us. Mr. Moore has tasked us to follow you wherever you go. If
anything bad happens to you, he's going to punish us for it," Richard responded, seemingly having
read my mind.
Because of that, I had no choice but toagree.
This had been the first time I would leave the ward and go downstairs since I was hospitalized.
However, I wasn't in the mood to appreciate the scenery.
I was looking around at all the people coming and going. Finally, I laid eyes on an old woman sitting on
a chair and fiddling with her mobile phone.
As I stared at the phone in her hand, hope returned to my heart.
Calmly, I approached her.
"Hello, ma'am. Do you mind if I sit with you?" I asked politely.
The old woman nodded. I stifled my excitement and sat next to her.
While I was talking to her, I thought of how I could borrow her phone.
As our conversation kept going, I noticed that she was afraid when she saw Richard and the others
behind me. This was when I realized that an opportunity had come.
"Can you guys give us some space? You're scaring her," I remarked.
"Janet, stay here and watch over Mrs. Moore." I could tell that Richard was concerned about leaving
me alone. After a moment of hesitation, he left Janet here with me.
A frown appeared on my face, for I was dissatisfied with his decision.
Seemingly noticing my displeasure, Richard explained to the old woman, "I'm really sorry about this,
ma'am. But Mrs. Moore is in poor health, and we can't leave her on her own. I hope you can
understand."
Once Richard and Tracy were far away, I scoffed at Janet and asked, "Did Charles order you to spy on
me?"
"We're not spying on you, Scarlett. We're looking after you." Janet frowned back, immediately
correcting my assumption.
This time, I didn't say anything. Clearly, this ruse of "looking after me" was just a term for monitoring
me.
"You haven't been married for long, have you? It sounds like your husband cares about you very
much," said the old woman.
A bitter smile appeared on my face.
Janet kept on staring at me the whole time, and for that reason, I couldn't ask the old woman if I could
borrow her phone.
Even when I was back at the ward, I still didn't want to give up. I came up with an excuse to go
downstairs again, but then I ran into Charles. He had just returned from the company.
I sat on one of the benches, feeling desperate.
"Would you like to sit there a little longer, Scarlett?" Charles walked towards me and sat down.
Ignoring him, I lowered my gaze.
After a moment of silence, he held my hands.
His hands felt warm to the touch, completely enveloping my own.
The thought of being imprisoned and monitored by this man for these past few days made me feel so
disgusted by him that I wanted to escape from him. Sadly, I failed at every turn.
"Don't move. Your hands feel cold. Let me warm them up for you," Charles remarked, holding my
hands tighter.
"I don't need you to do that for me!" I growled, struggling even harder.
He knitted his brows, pulling me into his arms.
"I know what you're up to, Scarlett. But mark my words; I won't let you go. Ever. Just give up on
whatever you're planning," Charles whispered as he leaned close to my ear.
Upon hearing that, I felt tense.
I didn't expect that he'd figure out my plan so soon. I felt even more desperate now.
Once again, I began to struggle away from him in silence.
Charles exerted more strength to embrace me tight. And soon, I was running out of energy.
Desperate and afraid, I asked, "Charles, what can I do to make you let me go?"
"Nothing. I will never agree to that." Even as we spoke, he still wouldn't stop hugging me.
The stern manner in which he spoke brought despair to my heart. This time, I gave up on struggling
and just let my tears fall down.
Charles was holding me as though he feared that I'd run away if he let go for even a second.
Silence ensued between us.
He didn't take me back to the ward until it was nightfall.
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