Chapter 982

"I understand," Hannah whispered, avoiding her sister's gaze. "I'm sorry. I won't repeat this."

Heather nodded, satisfied. "Okay. Remember, your body is mine. Before doing anything with it, you must consult me. And take good care of yourself. You've lost too much weight."

"Okay," Hannah replied.

Heather smiled. "Go get someone to apply medicine. And eat properly."

Hannah walked to her basement room, her only sanctuary.

Heather called after her, "I'm moving into the Russell family's house tonight. You stay here. Don't let anyone see you."

Hannah turned, "You're moving in with him?"

Heather raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong? Do you have something to say about it?"

"No!" Hannah shook her head, then hesitantly asked, "You don't need me to… go in your stead? I thought you hated Ral—that Russell."

"I do hate him," Heather said, "but I'm not going there to sleep with him. I need to retrieve something." She poked Hannah's forehead. "Why? Do you want to go sleep with him?"

Hannah shook her head furiously, her face flushing. Her eyes darted away. "N-no!"

Heather's gaze sharpened. "Don't tell me you've fallen for him."

"N-no! I didn't!" Hannah denied vehemently. "He's a good-for-nothing! Why would I? I know you have something important to do, and I'm glad to help. I'll follow your instructions. I won't—I can't fall for him."

Heather couldn't read Hannah's sincerity, but the words pleased her. "I'm glad you think so. But remember it. And if I need you to… see him, I'll send you."

Heather would never compromise her integrity for that man. Besides, Hannah was a useful tool. Heather was relieved to have her sister's help.

"Okay, I'll go," Hannah said, afraid to speak further.

Heather waved dismissively.

Back in her dark room, Hannah looked in the mirror. She undressed, revealing old and new scars and scabs—a familiar sight. She was merely a tool to Heather.