Never See You Again

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Clara's eyes lit up when she heard the news about Sergio. She leaned in eagerly and asked, "Are you talking about Sergio Brooks, the CEO of Brooks Group?

"Who knows if it's him or some other Brooks?" someone replied. "All I heard was that it's the Brooks Group CEO."

"Don't get her started," a female inmate sneered. "She'll start claiming she's Mrs. Brooks again."

Another inmate laughed harshly, "The Brooks Group CEO was allegedly arrested for attempted rape, but he was out in less than an hour. If she were Mrs. Brooks, she wouldn't be stuck here for days." Clara bit her lip. She'd been in prison for days now, and Sergio hadn't shown any intention of getting her out. It wasn't surprising that others didn't take her seriously.

Another female inmate was sobbing in a corner. Clara noticed her immediately, as the woman was clutching a ring tightly.

Having spent time with Sergio, she had developed an eye for valuable things and recognized that the ring wasn't just any piece of jewelry.

Clara deliberately approached the crying inmate and asked, "Why are you crying?"

Frightened by the attention, the inmate cowered. Clara eyed the ring and remarked, "Personal belongings aren't allowed here. Is it your first day?"

The inmate nodded, looking malnourished despite her delicate face.

"Why are you here?" Clara asked.

"I-L" The inmate stuttered.

Another inmate nearby scoffed. "Why else? Prostitution."

The inmate's face flushed in embarrassment, wanting to hide.

"Is the ring very important to you?" Clara asked.

"It's a family heirloom

Family? Someone with a ring like that wouldn't typically end up here for prostitution.

However, Clara didn't have time to dwell on it. All she could think about was getting that ring and using it to bribe her way out of prison.

Judging by its quality, it was worth at least several million dollars-more than enough to secure her release.

Clara whispered to the inmate, "I'm getting out today. Give me the ring, and I'll find your family for you."NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

"Really?" The inmate's eyes sparkled with hope. "You'll help me find my family?"

Clara was surprised at how easy it was to deceive the woman and nodded immediately.

Eagerly, the inmate handed over the ring

"I only know that my father's last name is Ramos. He lives in Seathburn City. I was tricked into prostitution on my first day here. Please find him and tell him Bemice Ziegler's daughter is looking for him." "Bernice Ziegler? Is that your mother?"

The inmate nodded, tears welling up. "She passed away... She told me to look for my father here in Seathburn. Please help me."

Clara was overjoyed inside but kept a sincere expression "I will. I promise."

Later that night, the hospital corridor was silent. Maeve sat on a chair, asleep with her back against the wall.

In her dreams, she was back on the operating table and crying out in agony.

Maeve could hear the nurse's urgent voice. "Doctor! The patient is hemorrhaging, and the blood bank's type-A blood has all been transferred wway!"

The familiar smell of disinfectant, the white coiling, and the harsh operating lights surrounded Marve. She heard the doctor frantically calling Sergio.

"Ms. Brooks, your wife is bleeding heavily, and the blood supply is gone. Please see her one last time!"

Doctors and nurses were panicking around her. All she could do was lie there, waiting for death, hoping for even a shred of concern from Sergio.

But all she heard was his cold, ruthless voice. "Is she dead yet? Call me when she's completely gone."

"Is she dead yet? Call me when she's completely gone..."

With that, Marvejolted awake, her back drenched in swent.