Marian and Tim exchanged a glance, shaking their heads in unison.
Sophie remained silent.
It seemed that May hadn't shared everything with Marian and Tim.
One could only imagine the kind of life May had led with the Tredgolds over the past two decades.
"Ms. Sophie, I know it was wrong of us to keep this from you, but the lady... the lady had good intentions. Please, sir, Ms. Sophie, I beg you to save our lady!"
Marian and Tim were about to kneel on the ground.
Sophie immediately reached out to support the two, saying, "Even if you hadn't told us, we would have definitely rescued May and Jenna. Don't worry."
"It seems... he wants to tell us that we have no way out now."
Adler gave a bitter smile.
Having his father around had never made a difference to him.
But deep down, he had always hoped to gain his father's approval.
But now...
He just wanted to sever ties with Fu Guozhong, the demon in human skin.
He didn't want to be Wesley's son anymore.
Inside a valley chapel.
When Jenna groggily opened her eyes, all she saw was darkness.
Faintly, she could hear what seemed like a chorus of voices around her, chanting in a manner that intensified her headache.
Her hands, her feet—Jenna tried to move them, only to find she was completely immobilized.
She seemed to be tied up with nylon ropes, and there appeared to be remnants of an anesthetic in her system.
The captors were guarding her as if she were a thief.
Realizing her predicament, Jenna immediately surveyed her surroundings.
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