There was no furniture or even a bed in the room.


    Lying against the wall was a disheveled woman with unkempt hair.


    She was inextricably bound to the wall.


    Her limbs and even her neck were restrained by iron chains.


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    This was an unmistakable sign of a violent struggle.


    Her long hair obscured her face.


    The sudden surge of light caused her to tremble uncontrobly and retreat in fear against the wall.


    She looked so pathetic.


    Lucinda froze and her limbs throbbed with tension.


    She was unable to summon the courage to walk forward and confirm the woman’s identity.


    She worried that if the person truly turned out to be Noelle, she would want to kill the bastard Mekhi.


    Lucinda found relief that Cyrus hadn’te with them.


    Witnessing this disturbing scene might have driven him to madness.


    While she was in a daze, Sonny walked toward the woman and knelt by her side.


    Feeling that someone was approaching, the woman shuddered even more violently, as though she saw a ghost.


    “Don’t be scared.


    I won’t harm you.


    We’ll seek justice for you,” he reassured her.


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    Then he gently brushed aside her disheveled hair.


    She looked pale, and her once-clear, innocent eyes now appeared vacant and lifeless.


    Seeing Sonny, Noelle disyed only an emotionless facade.


    It was evident she was grappling with mental issues.


    Upon confirming that it was indeed Noelle, Lucinda felt a surge of anger and profound sympathy.


    Her eyes welled with tears of fury, and she clenched her fists, trembling uncontrobly.


    Standing at the doorway, Mekhi and Nathan looked at her.


    Regarding the situation inside the room, Mekhi began to exin, “She’s.


    ”


    Pak!


    Before he could finish, a resounding p across his face silenced him.


    “You’re a monster! How can you lock up your own sister, you wretch?


    Lucinda’s rage was palpable as she delivered a second p to his face.


    Driven by anger, she struck him twice more with great force.


    He made no effort to evade the ps.


    Blood immediately trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his face swelled.