Chapter 331

The silence stretched for only a heartbeat before Olivia Sinclair regained her composure. "This desperate attempt to frame me is laughable. I've never even met that woman. How could her situation possibly involve me? I need to find Isabelle immediately. Release me now! Or I'll call the authorities to investigate who truly harmed Seraphina."

Margaret Kensington let out a derisive snort before barking orders. "Search her belongings."

Olivia stood helpless as they rummaged through her purse with rough hands.

Finally, Margaret snatched Olivia's phone triumphantly.

With deliberate cruelty, Margaret tossed the device into a nearby waste bin. "Still refusing to admit your guilt? Very well. Take her back to the estate and lock her up. We'll consider releasing her when she decides to confess."

Panic surged through Olivia's veins. "Name your price! I'll do anything - I'll even leave the Kensington family forever. But right now, my daughter is missing. Margaret, you're a mother too. Surely you understand this agony?"

For a fleeting moment, Margaret's expression wavered. Then her features hardened like marble. "Don't concern yourself with Isabelle. We'll ensure her... comfort. You should focus on reflecting on your crimes. The sooner you confess, the sooner you'll see daylight again."

Despite her frantic struggles, Olivia was dragged away like common trash. The Kensington estate loomed before her, its gilded gates swallowing her whole as she was shoved into a musty chamber.

The heavy door slammed with finality, plunging the room into oppressive darkness. Curled into herself on the cold floor, Olivia's mind raced not with fear for herself, but with terror for her missing child.

Then realization struck like lightning. Margaret's words echoed in Olivia's mind, revealing their sinister pattern. The entire Kensington family weren't fools - Donovan and his father would return eventually. They'd uncover this farce and free her. So why this charade?

Margaret's assurance about Isabelle's safety suddenly took on ominous meaning. Olivia scrambled to her feet, pounding on the solid oak door until her fists ached. "This is illegal imprisonment! Do you really think Donovan won't discover your schemes? Open this door! If you've harmed a single hair on Isabelle's head, I'll make sure you regret it for eternity!"

Her throat burned from screaming, but only silence answered.

Frantic, Olivia turned her attention to the room's high window. She could stack furniture to reach it, but the drop outside promised broken bones. The risk meant nothing compared to her daughter's safety.

With grim determination, Olivia bit her lip and began her precarious climb.

Her first attempt ended in a painful crash to the floor.

The second sent her sprawling across dusty hardwood.

By the third failed attempt, her once-pristine clothes were torn, her hair matted with sweat and grime.