Chapter 206
Author: Mel Hope
last update2025-10-03 19:54:50

Harry couldn’t stomach it.

He knew what Robert intended to do, and he couldn’t bear to watch. Dropping the phone onto the polished oak table as if it burned his fingers, Harry bolted out of the room.

Behind him, the heavy air thickened with something vile.

Robert Adams stood at the center of the room like a predator circling prey.

His shirt was already halfway undone and his belt loosened.

His eyes locked on Elaine. She sat trembling on the edge of the bed, her hands clutching the sheets an
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