Chapter 687 The Prisoner in the Cave

Owen didn’t want her staying. “Mom, you’re still hurt yourself. Don’t worry about me.”

Lily pushed away his blocking hand. “I only feel at ease when I can see you.”

She turned to the nurse outside the door and told her to process the paperwork to transfer her into Owen’s room.

The nurse went to do it immediately, and Owen didn’t even manage to stop her.

He glared at Lily’s smiling face, but right now he could barely move a finger, let alone stop her.

Lily’s bed was set up right beside his.

Since she was here, Owen decided he might as well try to rest.

But he’d barely closed his eyes when he heard Lily making a phone call. Her voice trembled. “…What? Say that again? Are you sure you’re not lying to me?”

The sound of her talking irritated him at first, but then curiosity crept in.

What’s going on?

Lily looked at him in panic. “Owen! Owen, wake up–something terrible has happened! Elsie isn’t dead! Yunice faked it! Elsie is still out there somewhere, suffering!”

Whatever curiosity he’d had instantly died.

Ridiculous.

Elsie had been dead long enough for her body to be cremated—turned to ash. Come back to life? Lily’s anesthesia must have gone to her head.

“Owen, it’s true! Elsie’s alive—the ashes at home are fake! Remember that pregnant woman who died of hemorrhage at our hospital years ago? Her husband is behind this–he’s the one who hid Elsie away to torture her! He even wants to kill me, and then kill you! Owen, you have to save your sister!”

Owen kept his eyes shut, pretending to sleep.

Even if Elsie were alive—which she wasn’t—he’d sooner hunt her down for revenge than rescue her.

Lily grew desperate, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“If you won’t help your sister, then I’ll call the police! They can save her!”

At that, Owen drew in a slow breath. “Mom, can you be serious? If you call the police for Elsie, have you thought about what will happen? The moment you do, our entire family will be finished. Are you willing to sacrifice all of us for her?”

Lily faltered, then said, “If you won’t call the police, then at least help me find her. You’ve got money—hire some private investigators. They’ll definitely find her. Paul’s crazy about Elsie—if he knows she’s alive, he’ll help you too!”

Owen gave a short, cold laugh. “Paul’s already a rat everyone wants dead. You think he’s got many days left? If you want to find Elsie, go yourself. I will never help her. If you want to call the cops, go ahead—then we can all die together. I’m too tired to care.”

He closed his eyes again, giving up entirely.

Lily fell silent at last.

Meanwhile, far away on a steep mountain road, there was a cave.

Inside, there were clear signs of habit and a heavy iron chain was bolted deep into the rock wall.

The chain extended forward and was fastened around someone’s neck.

When footsteps echoed down the long stone passage, the chain rattled and scraped.

A figure shrank back in fear.

There was the sharp scratch of a match.

The flame flared, lighting a candle on the rock wall.

The scene inside the cave became clear.

The man by the candle was the same one Scarface had held down in the hospital earlier.

He turned his gaze to the woman trying to press herself into the wall.

Her hair was matted, her clothes torn beyond repair.

The most horrifying sight was her body—her limbs were thin to the bone, but her belly bulged grotesquely, as though she were about to give birth any moment.

The man stepped closer and crouched in front of her.

It was Elsie.

Because of her massive stomach, she couldn’t even curl up; she could only beg in desperation. “I know I was wrong. Please, let me go. I’ll do anything you want!”

He grabbed a fistful of her filthy hair. “You? What could you possibly offer? Even if every woman in the world dropped dead, I wouldn’t touch your disgusting body! I just want my wife. Give her back to me! Give her back!”

“Aaaah!” Elsie shrieked in terror.

Her huge belly scraped across the dirt as she tried to pull away.

She’d only been held here for three months—there was no way she could be pregnant enough to look like this naturally.

This was the man’s revenge—he’d placed a pressure ball inside her uterus.

Every day, he inflated it a little more, stretching her womb bit by bit until she looked like she was about to give birth.