Chapter 319
Underneath the chandelier, Mason was wearing a blank expression when he said, ”
You can do whatever you want to them. Just keep them alive!”
Ava flinched in response. Then, she said obediently, “Understood.”
She watched as he went downstairs. Moments Inter, she heard the sound of an engine being ignited from the yard. She knew he was going to take Zoe home now.
At the next moment, tears filled her eyes.
Zoe was coming home at last.
The road was covered with snow that night.
He drove the black Land Rover slowly and came to the private villa after a long time. The medieval villa was still standing there as if time didn’t touch it, looking ast
creepy as ever.
Pulling into the villa, he realized there were almost no signs of footprints in the yard. Snow had piled up high here. Suddenly, he had a hunch and his heart sank.
He stepped out of the car and suddenly tripped. The next thing he knew, he fell on one knee on the snowy ground. The snow melted almost immediately and dampened the hem of his trousers. The way the snow stuck to his skin was quite
painful, stinging his bone.
Then, he stumbled his way to the villa. There was an additional door before the
stairs and it was locked.
The homemade pizza his servants were supposed to give Zoe was now placed on the
dining table downstairs. It was almost all gone, only a few measly slices were left.
Yanni’s pictures were scattered on the counter as well.
He had hired these men with good money and yet they were huddling by the electric
stove, playing poker.
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They were the ones who ate the pizza.
All of them were sent into a panic the moment they laid eyes on their master. “It’s New Year’s Eve, Mr. Mason. That’s why we’re…”
His voice was chilly when he spoke, “Open the door.”
They were still thinking about what to say to him when he swung his legs and
flipped the table. Gritting his teeth, he barked, “Open the door now!”
One of them did his bidding immediately and said softly, “This is all Ms. Lisa’s ideas. We’re acting on her orders, Mr. Mason…”
Lifting his leg, he kicked him down the stairs without another word. The man screamed miserably when he broke two of his ribs.
Walking down the hallway in darkness, he reached out and flipped the switch. However, the lights didn’t come on. All of the circuits on the second floor were cut. A window by the stairs was left open to allow the wind to rush in, filling the entire
second floor with a biting chill.
Clenching his fists, his face was stiff and contorted with rage. He climbed the stairs and opened the bedroom with a trembling hand.
There was no light or heater in the room. They didn’t even give her a cup of warm water. There was only a bowl of undercooked spaghetti on the small dining table. This was what Zoe had for her dinner on New Year’s Eve. In fact, this was all she had
for the entire day.
She was curled up in the corner. It had only been half a month since he last saw her, but she had grown so scrawny that he barely recognized her.
Zoe heard the creak of the door. She saw a silhouette approaching her. It was a tall
figure.
It was Mason. He was calling out to her, sounding worried and heartbroken.
He was the one who banished her to this wretched place. Did it slip his mind or
something?
Walking over to her, he crouched and checked on her. Then, he reached out and
touched her tace tenderly.
The touch sent her into shock and she instinctively murmured her baby’s name
repeatedly, “Yanni. Yanni… Yanni..”
Mason’s heart could just break.
“Forgive me…” he murmured.
Holding her slender arm, he wanted to help her up, but she screamed out of pain the
moment he pulled her.
His heart sank and he rolled her sleeves up. At the next moment, he squinted his eyes in horror. Track marks had punctured her slender arms.
Mason studied medicine and he could instantly tell what they injected into her.
Sedatives.
His mother was trying to torture his wife to death in this remote, private villa…
Tears filled his eyes as he said with a trembling voice, “We’re going home, Zoe. I’m going to nurse you back to health.”
Zoe was looking at him, but there was no life in her eyes.
She used to only suffer from postpartum depression, but she had been tortured so much in the past two weeks that she was on the edge of her sanity.
