Kris stood tall, his gaze unwavering on Brian. "Let Helena go."
Brian casually tapped his fingers on the armrest of his wheelchair. "Since when did you become so naive? I've finally uncovered your Achilles' heel, so why wouldn't I exploit it?"
The man holding me tightened his grip, and I fought desperately to pry his arm off.
A surge of hatred and anger coursed through me.
I despised my vulnerability and seethed at being used as a pawn to shame Kris!
"But hey, you did manage to save her life. I was going to end her, but then I realized keeping her alive is far more amusing," Brian taunted us further. "Dear brother, this time it's your turn to sweat."
A scream pierced through from the factory entrance.
Brian instinctively glanced in that direction.
In a swift move, Kris lunged forwa
