Chapter 125 Patricia and Debbie are Kidnapped.
Martin’s pupils contracted with anger watching Patricia get slandered, but before he could react, she calmly grasped his hand, whispering only for him to hear,
“Let them speak. As long as we know the truth, that's all that matters.”
Martin looked at her, biting back his anger. Just as Patricia finished her memorial respects Debbie arrived, making a show of her grief before Madam Thomas, seeking absolution for her failure to save Bobby.
Madam Thomas watched Debbie with a cold gaze, offering reassurance that shifted ominously to a veiled threat, intimating that none involved would escape punishment.
Despite the disconcerting interaction, Debbie couldn’t pinpoint the implied threat and retreated, only to spot Martin and Patricia.
Envious of Patricia in this moment, she addressed Patricia mockingly, suggesting her own involvement in the child’s fate.
Patricia ignored Debbie’s baiting. Undeterred, Debbie’s vitriolic comments continued, earning Patricia a bout of undeserved laughter.
“Debbie don’t think that you’re the only smart one and everyone else in the world is a fool. You know better than I do about how Bobby truly died. How can you stand here so self-righteously and guiltlessly after causing someone’s death? You constantly redefine my understanding of you,” Patricia accused.
Debbie’s face reddened with anger, and her eyes nearly blazed with fury at Patricia’s sharp-tongued outburst.
“One day, I will make you admit defeat, and we’ll see how arrogant you can be then,” Debbie spat through gritted teeth, as though each word was being squeezed from between them.
Unfortunately for her, Patricia’s only response was a contemptuous look, without uttering a single word.
Debbie felt an itch in her teeth and a sense of helplessness as though she was punching into cotton. The funeral was still underway. To the somber notes of the mourning music, Bobby’s body was moved toward the crematory furnace.
Watching her grandson being consumed by the flames, Madam Thomas’s hatred for Patricia and Debbie peaked after the funeral.
As Patricia and Martin were about to leave, Spike came over and respectfully said to Martin,
“Mr. Langley, Madam Thomas would like a word with you. Please come with me.”
Martin squinted his eyes and said with a deep voice, “Not today. I will pay her a visit another day.”
“It's rather urgent, I’m afraid,” Spike said, finding himself in a difficult situation.
Martin appeared troubled upon hearing this. Aware of his hesitance, Patricia tugged at his sleeve and said,
“Madam Thomas must be in dire need to speak with you, go ahead. I’ll wait for you at the door.”
Under Martin’s stern instructions to stay put, she nodded obediently. Martin then left with Spike.
Patricia waited at the door as agreed, and as the minutes passed without Martin’s return, Patricia checked her phone and contemplated heading back to the hospital without Martin when someone suddenly struck the back of her head.
Before the pain even registered, darkness overcame her vision, and she collapsed, unconscious.
…
When she finally regained consciousness, Patricia couldn’t tell how long she had been out, but upon waking, the only sensation she had was pain, as though her head would explode.
“You’re awake?” The sound of a familiar voice sent shivers down her spine, quickly refocusing her thoughts as she looked up towards its source, only to see a face creased with wrinkles, and malevolent intent.
Madam Thomas sat in a highchair, looking down on her with a wicked smile.
“Professor Watson, we meet again!”
Patricia calmly met her gaze, “Madam Thomas, what do you mean by this?”
Madam Thomas’s eyes turned blood-red, like a wild beast, as she crouched down, grabbing Patricia’s hair and yanking it backward.
Patricia’s head tilted sharply back as she yelled in pain. Madam Thomas glared at Patricia, her murderous intent undisguised.
“What do I mean? You should be asking yourself that! You killed my grandson, turned my world into an unending nightmare, and now you will join him in death!”
Patricia felt as though her scalp was being torn off, contorting her face in agony. “The people responsible for Bobby’s death are you and Debbie; it has nothing to do with me.”
Madam Thomas let out a mocking laugh, “You think she can escape?”
Patricia’s breath hitched, “What do you mean by that?”
With a wave of her hand, Debbie was flung onto the floor, trembling in fear. Despite her fear and the pain, she felt all over her body, Debbie crawled to Madam Thomas’s side and clung to her legs.
Hearing Debbie plead, Madam Thomas let go of Patricia, and with simmering rage, grabbed Debbie’s hair and started bashing her head against the floor.
The impacts were loud and harrowing. Within moments, Debbie was bleeding profusely, blood covered the floor and a strong sent of copper filled the air.
“Madam Thomas, I plead for your mercy... I truly am innocent... Please let me go...” Debbie begged.
The pain spread from her forehead, causing her voice to tremble, but Madam Thomas released her head only to tighten her grip around Debbie’s neck.
“Innocent? You think I am a fool? Having commanded the business world for decades, no one has dared to play me for a fool! You should have seen this day coming the moment you killed my grandson…” Madam Thomas vented her rage.
Debbie, suffocating, coughed violently, her face turning blue beneath the blood. Madam Thomas, eyes still a fiery red with anger, released her grip:
“Remember my warning? I said if anything happened to Bobby, you’d be joining him.”
The fear of death, real and piercing, finally hit Debbie.
“Cough... Madam Thomas, I was wrong, please, for the decade-plus of friendship with Greta, spare me this once, and I’ll make amends for Bobby...”
Madam Thomas was past the point of reason, like a wild animal having lost her young, she heard nothing. She sneered and slowly relaxed her grip on Debbie’s neck. Debbie, believing she was finally being spared, crawled backwards, gasping for breath.
Tragically, she didn’t realize that Madam Thomas had risen and with a motion from her hand she had invited four men in. Both Debbie and Patricia felt a foreboding sense of dread.
Madam Thomas, leaning on her cane, sneered menacingly and said,
“As a woman, you know what women fear the most. I’ll have them ruin you, broadcast the video online, then strip you naked and leave you exposed in the street.”
As she spoke, Debbie’s face went pale with terror.
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