Chapter 1112: I Am Injured, I Am the Victim

Anna Jadwin stepped out of the bathroom to find that there was no one left in the bedroom.

Had Wayne Bailey left this room for her?

Her eyes greedily took in the surroundings, as she quietly opened the door.

Indeed, in the children's room opposite—LEO's little room, the warm light flowed through the crack of the door.

Anna Jadwin couldn't help standing in front of the door, her hand against it.

So close, yet so far.

Wayne Bailey, good night... goodbye.

Anna Jadwin tiptoed out of the villa, returned to the rocks, and found her forgotten high heels and laptop.

It was late at night, and on this more remote stretch of coast, it was impossible to hail a cab.

Clutching her laptop, Anna's petite figure walked for over an hour on the side of the road, her feet rubbed raw, until she finally reached a street where she could flag down a taxi.

...

In the morning, lying on the soft bed and trapped in some kind of nightmare, Anna Jadwin suddenly felt a pulling force that woke her.