Cyra watched his incoming video call, which made her clench her jaw. She had even started despising his voice, let alone seeing his face. Cyra was about to decline the call when suddenly something inside her head warned her not to, because she clearly remembered what he had done to that detective. Recalling that scenario was still wrenching her soul in dread, so she could not afford to go against him, not anymore.
She knew her defiance was going to cost her a life, which was not acceptable to her.
With her shivering hand, Cyra wiped her eyes and then answered the call. Her heart clenched, seeing his face becoming visible to her.
“Just like I thought, you must be still awake and crying,” his words immediately watered her eyes.
“Why won’t you? Because you are the giver of this pain and
