Julian Peyton nodded obediently. "Okay. So, are you going to visit me?"
"I won't. I don't want to see your grandmother or your aunt. If you need anything, you can just text me or call me."
"All right, then. I should get going."
Hannah Hale helped Julian Peyton up from the sofa. "Laura, I'm going to take him back to his room. I'll be back in a bit."
"Okay. He just aggravated his wound, so take it slow."
Laura Lowell watched their departing figures, her words a worried warning.
.......
In an abandoned factory on the Sudglen Outskirts, Yvonne Sloan was curled up on the ground, trembling. Blood from a wound on her head trickled down the side of her face, dripping onto the dusty floor.
"Mr. Alden, I know I was wrong. Please, I'm begging you, let me go..."
Yvonne Sloan had just been brutally beaten by Dylan Zane's men. Blood soaked through her heavy clothes, and the stab wound in her abdomen had nearly killed her.
