Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 108: Chapter 108
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Forrest rolled his eyes but finally agreed. He turned to Gemma and said, "Let her stay with you for now."
"What?" Gemma looked annoyed at first, but when Forrest shot her a look, she immediately switched to a softer tone. "Alright, babe, whatever you say."
She hugged Forrest and kissed his cheek, then turned to me with an icy stare. "Let's go, Ms. Hinton."
I stood up and followed her out of the room. There was a long staircase outside, and Gemma practically flew up it. I was struggling a bit since my legs were still weak from being tied up for so long.
When we finally made it to the top, I breathed in the fresh air, feeling a wave of relief. I glanced back at the room I had been in. It was definitely some kind of cellar.
In front of us stretched a long corridor, with vines hanging down from above and birds singing nearby. The place was way more serene than I expected. the whole place felt almost like a hidden garden.
"Hurry up!" Gemma snapped, clearly annoyed.
I caught up to her and tried to make small talk. "This your base or something? It's pretty nice here. Almost feels like a resort."
Gemma shot me a wary look. "Don't even think about it. You're not getting out."
"At this point, I'm not trying to escape," I said with a shrug. "I just want to make the next ten days a little easier. And by the way, I'm starving. Got anything to eat?"
We walked into a small room, not much bigger than a tiny hotel room. It was pretty basic, like something you would find in a small town motel.
Two single beds were set up, and Gemma shoved me inside, clearly annoyed. "Go wash up. I'll get you some food."
Then she slammed the door shut behind her. I heard the click of the lock.
Once I was alone, I rushed to the door, trying to twist the handle, but it was locked tight.
I quickly moved to the window and tried to open it. No luck, it was sealed shut. There was no way I was getting out that way either.
This was the first floor. When I looked out the window, my view was limited, I could only see the stretch of the corridor and a few scattered trees in the yard. The faint glimmer of hope I'd been clinging to flickered weakly.
I sighed and headed to the bathroom to clean up.
The sight in the mirror stopped me cold. My face was pale, my hair a disaster, and my eyes looked hollow. For a second, I barely recognized myself.
Shaking it off, I splashed some cold water on my face, letting the chill snap me back. Ten days, I reminded myself. You have ten days to figure this out. Find a way out, call for help, and protect the Smith family.
A knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. Gemma walked in, holding a box of milk and a bag of biscuits.
"Here," she said, tossing them onto the bed like she couldn't care less. "This is all we've got. Fresh stuff is long gone, and supplies don't exactly roll in on a schedule."
I caught the food, pretending to examine it while I replayed her words in my head. Supplies brought in? Fresh food gone?
It hit me—we were in some remote, out-of-the-way place. Probably far enough off the grid that transportation was an issue.
Based on how long I'd been unconscious during the ride, we couldn't be too far from Enschester. But where, exactly, could be this cut off?
That night, lying on the stiff mattress, I stared at the ceiling, mentally sketching out the map of Enschester. My mind raced over possibilities, narrowing them down piece by piece.
Suddenly, a possibility struck me.
"What?" Gemma looked annoyed at first, but when Forrest shot her a look, she immediately switched to a softer tone. "Alright, babe, whatever you say."
She hugged Forrest and kissed his cheek, then turned to me with an icy stare. "Let's go, Ms. Hinton."
I stood up and followed her out of the room. There was a long staircase outside, and Gemma practically flew up it. I was struggling a bit since my legs were still weak from being tied up for so long.
When we finally made it to the top, I breathed in the fresh air, feeling a wave of relief. I glanced back at the room I had been in. It was definitely some kind of cellar.
In front of us stretched a long corridor, with vines hanging down from above and birds singing nearby. The place was way more serene than I expected. the whole place felt almost like a hidden garden.
"Hurry up!" Gemma snapped, clearly annoyed.
I caught up to her and tried to make small talk. "This your base or something? It's pretty nice here. Almost feels like a resort."
Gemma shot me a wary look. "Don't even think about it. You're not getting out."
"At this point, I'm not trying to escape," I said with a shrug. "I just want to make the next ten days a little easier. And by the way, I'm starving. Got anything to eat?"
We walked into a small room, not much bigger than a tiny hotel room. It was pretty basic, like something you would find in a small town motel.
Two single beds were set up, and Gemma shoved me inside, clearly annoyed. "Go wash up. I'll get you some food."
Then she slammed the door shut behind her. I heard the click of the lock.
Once I was alone, I rushed to the door, trying to twist the handle, but it was locked tight.
I quickly moved to the window and tried to open it. No luck, it was sealed shut. There was no way I was getting out that way either.
This was the first floor. When I looked out the window, my view was limited, I could only see the stretch of the corridor and a few scattered trees in the yard. The faint glimmer of hope I'd been clinging to flickered weakly.
I sighed and headed to the bathroom to clean up.
The sight in the mirror stopped me cold. My face was pale, my hair a disaster, and my eyes looked hollow. For a second, I barely recognized myself.
Shaking it off, I splashed some cold water on my face, letting the chill snap me back. Ten days, I reminded myself. You have ten days to figure this out. Find a way out, call for help, and protect the Smith family.
A knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. Gemma walked in, holding a box of milk and a bag of biscuits.
"Here," she said, tossing them onto the bed like she couldn't care less. "This is all we've got. Fresh stuff is long gone, and supplies don't exactly roll in on a schedule."
I caught the food, pretending to examine it while I replayed her words in my head. Supplies brought in? Fresh food gone?
It hit me—we were in some remote, out-of-the-way place. Probably far enough off the grid that transportation was an issue.
Based on how long I'd been unconscious during the ride, we couldn't be too far from Enschester. But where, exactly, could be this cut off?
That night, lying on the stiff mattress, I stared at the ceiling, mentally sketching out the map of Enschester. My mind raced over possibilities, narrowing them down piece by piece.
Suddenly, a possibility struck me.
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