"Jenna? How do you know her? Who are you?" The old man's voice was gruff, his brow furrowed in suspicion as he stepped forward, revealing his scarred face. He was none other than George Cohen, Jenna’s father— a man long thought to be dead.
The disfigurement on his face was a constant reminder of the fire that had taken his wife, Risa Carlson, Jenna's mother.
For years, the world believed George had perished in that same blaze. But five years ago, fate had brought him face to face with Jenna, who, upon discovering he was alive, had him imprisoned, condemning him to the life he once sought to escape.
"It’s not important how I know her," Laura said coolly, her eyes narrowing. "What matters is that you’re getting out tomorrow. Don’t you want your revenge?"
George’s jaw clenched as his fac
