Unlike the bustling wedding venue, the Ellison family home felt cold and deserted after the festivities. Servants were busy cleaning under the direction of the housekeeper.
Regan bumped into the housekeeper, who was startled. “Madam, aren’t you going to the wedding?”
“Oh, I’m not feeling well. I’ll leave shortly.”
“Make sure you don’t miss the timing.”
Regan nodded and headed back to the master bedroom. Isaac, still hungover from the socializing last night, was fast asleep. Clearly, he didn’t care about Maevelyn’s wedding.
She checked to ensure he showed no signs of waking before leaving the room and entering the small study. She opened a hidden compartment and descended into a secret chamber. The dim staircase brought back old fears, but she controlled her trembling hands and continued.
The dark room was filled with cobwebs and dust, having been abandoned for a long time.
Regan stood in the empty basement, shivering at the sight of the torture devices hanging on the walls.
Every time she saw them, she cursed Isaac.
“Callie…” she called out as she walked.
Her voice echoed in the empty space.
“Are you here? If you are, make a sound.”
But there was no response. It seemed she was alone in this place.
Callie wasn’t here. Besides Ahmad and Sienna, no one else in the Ellison family knew about this filthy place. They had no reason to kidnap Callie.
So where was she?
“What are you doing here?” A voice as sinister as a snake’s hissed from behind her.
“Ah!” Regan jumped and turned around to see Isaac in his pajamas, glaring at her from the stairs.
Isaac’s eyes were unsettling, especially when he looked at someone like that.
Regan had seen this look before when he hit her.
She forced herself to stay calm. “I’m looking for something.”
Isaac glanced at the torture devices. “Looking for something in the secret chamber? I think you’re looking for a beating.”
“Try hitting me,” she challenged.
“You think I won’t?” Isaac raised his hand, his face twisted with malice.
“Go ahead.” Regan stepped closer to him. “Maevelyn married Nelson. Soon, the entire Ellison family will be theirs. Without me, how will you fight them?”
As she spoke, a smile spread across her lips like a poisonous flower blooming on a cliff.
Isaac glared at her, seething with rage, but his hand hung in mid-air.
“Scared? Mr. Ellison, I pity you. You’re their son, yet your parents don’t value you. You get nothing. Aren’t you just a failure?”
Regan’s words were sharp and provocative. She had figured out the sore spot for this weak-willed rich boy.
Sometimes she even thought it was no wonder Ahmad didn’t give him power; he was simply brainless.
“Shut up! Father won’t be so foolish as to give the Ellison family to an outsider!”
“Then watch Nelson prove himself capable. At least more capable than you.” Regan finished her taunt and walked past him out of the secret chamber.
Isaac quickly followed her, grabbing her hand as if he had sobered up.
“Listen, you must help me. The Ellison family is mine. Help me get it, and I’ll divorce you and give you the freedom you want. If you don’t help me, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”
Half pleading, half threatening, his words made Regan laugh coldly.
“I understand. Get ready; we should leave now.”