"Do you remember now?" Walter asked, his voice echoing in the silence. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked into his, struggling to recall the events of the past years. She was at a loss, unsure of what he expected her to remember. ''What was it exactly...'' she wondered, her mind a whirl of confusion.


    Quinn searched his face helplessly for answers, but Walter merely smiled. He seemed to understand her silent plea for help, shaking his head lightly. "I won''t tell you. If you remember, you wouldn''t look at me like this," he said, his voice soft yet firm.


    Quinn''s mouth opened to respond, but Walter leaned in close, interrupting her. Her eyelids fluttered instinctively, her body recoiling slightly. His face loomedrger before her, almost touching, and she instinctively tried to pull away. But Walter gripped her chin, immobilizing her. Their noses nearly touched, their breaths mingling in the tense silence.


    She held her breath, daring not to move. Walter whispered, "Quinn, you really should die." His words sent a chill down her spine, her heart skipping a beat as she met his smiling eyes.


    The next second, he suddenly grasped the chair and shoved it. The chair flipped, and Quinn hit the ground hard, feeling as if her insides were about to burst out. She curled up in pain, her face void of color. Sweat beaded and rolled down her forehead. The extent of her pain was known to none. She couldn''t cry out.


    Walter didn''t linger. He turned and left the room, the door closing behind him, leaving Quinn alone on the floor. Her wrists and ankles were raw, the ropes stained red with her blood. Barely opening her eyelids, through disheveled hair, she stared at the door. Momentarily, she couldn''t tell if the pain was more severe in her body or in her heart.


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    She couldn''t grasp Alexander''s or Walter''s motives. All their actions were enigmatic. Alexander had kept her isted and expected her to be content as a caged pet, yet he was distant and refused to divorce her. Walter had kidnapped her to this ce, pressuring her to remember something, yet he wouldn''t reveal what she was supposed to recall. ''I didn''t even know him,'' she thought.Original from N?velDrama.Org.


    A wave of exhaustion swept over Quinn, so profound that she felt as if the entire world was conspiring against her. With a sense of despair, she closed her eyes, surrendering to the overwhelming fatigue. ''Is it all because I''m just a dummy?'' That was herst thought before slipping into unconsciousness....


    Dusk had settled in. Alexander sat on the living room couch, surrounded by a scattering of shredded paper. The remnants of the divorce papers he had torn up nowy quietly at his feet. In the past, ripping up the agreement meant Quinn would obediently stay. But this time, the scraps hadin on the floor for a whole day without any word from the little dummy.


    Kyle hung back at the doorway, hesitant to enter. After a full day of searching with no trace of Quinn, and Abigail disappearing at a blind spot in the surveince without a trace, he was at a loss. In the sprawling expanse of Amber Bay, if they weren''t using phones or the inte, even a meticulous search would take weeks toplete. By then, they could be long gone.


    He peered inside from the doorway. The living room was unlit and shrouded in darkness, but he could faintly make out the silhouette of his boss on the couch. As Kyle stood there, unsure of what to do next, a car sped up and came to a graceful stop outside the vi. Oliver rushed out and approached Kyle, speaking in hushed tones, "Any leads?"