Chapter 2: The Mother's Plea
Within minutes, Sarah, wearing her neat maid’s uniform, had noticed her son was missing. Following the faint, rhythmic pounding sounds, she rushed down the grand wooden hallway, only to freeze in horror as she saw her terrified son trapped behind the glass door, with the bride standing cold and arrogant over him.
Kneeling on the hard wooden floor, begging for mercy, was a mother desperate to save her son. The same luxurious mansion now became a dark theater of toxic cruelty. Sarah fell to her knees, her hands clutching the hem of Rebecca’s expensive white lace gown.
"Please, Miss Rebecca! I beg you, unlock the door!" Sarah wept helplessly in her maid's uniform, terrified for her child's safety. "Toby has severe asthma! The air inside that storage vault is sealed! If he has a panic attack, he won't be able to breathe! Please, take my life, fire me, do whatever you want, but give me my son!"
The only difference in the hallway was the small metal key tightly clutched in the bride's hand.
One woman stood arrogantly in a white lace dress, blinded by her malicious ego and feeling completely untouchable in her multi-billion-dollar position. She looked down at the weeping servant with pure, aristocratic disgust. "Get your filthy hands off my dress, Sarah. Your stupid brat looked at things he shouldn't have. He can stay in there until the reception is completely over and the guests leave. If you make a single sound, I will have you arrested for theft and ensure you never see your son again."
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"You locked a child in there," Sarah whispered, her voice cracking with a raw, primal agony as she looked at her son, whose breathing was already becoming shallow behind the heavy glass.
Rebecca simply sneered, turning on her heel to walk back toward the music, confident that her absolute power would protect her malicious deception.
