Caelum looked as pale as a ghost when a loud 'bang' echoed from outside the basement. Several bodyguards dressed in black, faces hidden behind protective masks, had blasted the basement door wide open. Kiran’s handcuffs were swiftly unlocked, and he vanished from the surveillance footage.
Upstairs, in a second-floor room, Caelum had ordered someone to keep a close eye on Sandy, making sure she didn’t wander off. Sandy was already worried about how Kiran was holding up and sat on the bed, unsure what to do next. Suddenly, a loud noise burst from outside her door.
“Who’s there?” she asked, her face going as white as a sheet. But when she got up and saw Kiran standing in the doorway, her fears melted away. Kiran had swapped his clothes for a black shirt, and his face looked fresh, free of yesterday's distress, even his stubble neatly trimmed.
With a smile tugging at his lips, he stretched out his arms, “Come here.”
“Brother!” Sandy exclaimed, flinging herself into Kiran’s arms for a big bear hug.
“Did Dad let you out?” she asked, looking up at him as he playfully ruffled her hair, leaving it a bit of a mess.
“The old man didn’t want you out, yet you dared to sneak into the basement, looking for trouble?” Kiran teased.
“I was just worried about you,” Sandy replied, her brow furrowing. But she quickly sensed something was up and cautiously asked, “Bro... how did you really get out?”
Outside, several armed bodyguards had shown up, looking sharp and definitely not like Pollard family regulars. Kiran noticed them too. He turned, his voice cold as ice, “Clear out, don’t scare my sister.”
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