188. Regha Has A Plan!
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“Stop!” Elena roared, her voice cracking with desperation as she lunged forward, gripping her mother’s hand tightly. “Just stop this, Ma! Stop it! I’ll follow you to the Ruffian White House—just don’t hurt yourself!”

The jagged bottle trembled in Rita’s grasp. Slowly, she eased the pressure against her neck, the dangerous edge lowering until it hung limply at her side. Elena pulled her into a firm embrace, her arms wrapping around her as though she could shield her from herself.

One point down. One plan a success.

Rita allowed herself to be held, her body softening in her daughter’s arms. Deep down, she had always known Elena would stop her—her daughter’s stubbornness had its limits when life was at stake. But even so, the thought flashed through her mind like a cold wind: What if Elena hadn’t stopped me? Would I have really… died?

“I’m glad you didn’t hurt yourself, Mother. I was worried sick about you,” Maya’s voice cut in, carrying a false sweetness that made Elena’s skin prickle.

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    “Stop!” Elena roared, her voice cracking with desperation as she lunged forward, gripping her mother’s hand tightly. “Just stop this, Ma! Stop it! I’ll follow you to the Ruffian White House—just don’t hurt yourself!”The jagged bottle trembled in Rita’s grasp. Slowly, she eased the pressure against her neck, the dangerous edge lowering until it hung limply at her side. Elena pulled her into a firm embrace, her arms wrapping around her as though she could shield her from herself.One point down. One plan a success.Rita allowed herself to be held, her body softening in her daughter’s arms. Deep down, she had always known Elena would stop her—her daughter’s stubbornness had its limits when life was at stake. But even so, the thought flashed through her mind like a cold wind: What if Elena hadn’t stopped me? Would I have really… died?“I’m glad you didn’t hurt yourself, Mother. I was worried sick about you,” Maya’s voice cut in, carrying a false sweetness that made Elena’s skin prickle.

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