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“Mom and Dad!”

Receiving no response after knocking, Rachel Barton picked up a stool in the bedroom helplessly and threw it at the door.

However, the door remained unmoved.

“Mom and Dad, hurry over!”

Up to this point, Rachel couldn’t believe that her parents would deceive her.

Perhaps all of this had nothing to do with her parents.

She might have been kidnapped.

Yes.

It must be so.

As this occurred to her, Rachel quickly reached for her phone in her pocket.

She wanted to call the police.

She wanted to leave here immediately.

Upon looking down, she realized that her traditional wedding dress had no pockets.

Where was her phone?

Rachel immediately searched for her phone but did not find it even after rummaging through the entire room.

With a look of despair, Rachel crouched down on the floor, feeling powerless.

At that moment, she saw the window adorned with the Chinese character for happiness.

Rachel picked up the stool from the ground and shattered the window with it.

Bang!

The glass shattered into pieces.

But the window was sealed with a safety grille.

Only an arm could fit through it.

This room was on the third floor of the Mayhew family’s house.

Looking down from the window, she could see the lively scene below.

People sat outside, eating and drinking, toasting each other.

A band played drums and gongs.

At that moment, Rachel saw familiar figures among the guests: Beatrice Black and Gregory Diet.

Rachel’s eyes lit up, and she shouted loudly, “Dad! Mom!”

Her parents were her last hope.

However, the sound of the drums and gongs was too loud, overshadowing Rachel’s voice.

Feeling helpless.

Rachel could only throw a piece of glass down.

Thud.

The sound of the falling glass caught everyone’s attention.

Those eating and drinking looked up at the floor above.

Seeing this scene, they were not surprised but instead praised, “Look at how beautiful the bride is!”

“Zachary Mayhew is really lucky!”

“Zachary, congratulations!”

Zachary Mayhew, dressed in a red wedding suit, limped towards them, first looking up at the floor above and then smiling, “Thank you!”

“Zachary, may you and your bride have two children in three years.”

Of course, there were also envious voices.

“Zachary is indeed very lucky. Although his conditions are not good, he can’t manage without money. Look at how pretty his wife is!”

These unbearable words drove Rachel to the brink of despair. She could only tightly grasp the safety grille with both hands and shout, “Mom and Dad!”

“Take me back right now!”

Upon hearing her plea, nobody sympathized with Rachel. On the contrary, they teased, “The newborn bride hasn’t weaned yet!”

“It’s fine. Zachary will feed her tonight.”

“Hahaha…”

What followed were various inappropriate jokes.

Beatrice Black finally noticed Rachel at this time. She stood up and looked at Rachel, “Honey.”

She was still wearing a kindly expression.

Seeing that her mother had finally noticed her, Rachel’s eyes filled with hope, “Mom! Help me!”

Beatrice Black looked up at Rachel, acting like a good mother, “Honey, you’re married to Zachary now. You must live a good life with him. A married daughter is like water spilled away. From now on, you are one of the Mayhew family. Live or die, you belong to them. Settle down and give them a grandchild. Stop thinking about unnecessary things.”

At this, she continued, “Zachary is a good kid. He has a house and car. You don’t lose anything by marrying him. Your father and I did this for your own good!”

Upon hearing these words, Rachel’s heart died completely.

Her face slowly turned pale.

Why.

Why did they do this to her?

Beatrice Black was her mother!

She had trusted her mother so much!

It was then.

That Rachel remembered Dolores Frieman’s words.

She said that Delia Frieman had not been in a car accident and was not a manager at any foreign company.

So.

Just as Viola Thompson had guessed.

Her parents had been lying to her all along.

Ryan Diet’s name was Ryan Diet solely because of the family’s preference for sons over daughters.Rachel Barton was full of regret.

She regretted not heeding Viola Thompson’s advice.

Even more, she regretted not believing Dolores Frieman.

She could only blame herself for the predicament she was now in.

Rachel leaned against the wall, crying helplessly.

The oppressive and claustrophobic atmosphere was in stark contrast to the lively scene downstairs.

Dolores was attending the banquet with her two children.

She looked up in the direction of the window.

Letting out a sigh of helplessness.

She had done everything she could.

It was a pity.

Her sister didn’t listen to her advice.

She didn’t know what else to do.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” her daughter Theresa Winslet asked, looking at Dolores.

Dolores had chosen the name “Theresa.”

She hoped her daughter could escape her own misfortune, leave the mountains, and live a quiet life.

“It’s nothing,” Dolores smiled.

Theresa handed Dolores a slice of apple, “Mom, have an apple slice.”

“Okay.” Dolores reached out and took it.

At that moment, it seemed as if Dolores had thought of something. She continued, “Theresa, can you do mom a favor?”

Theresa nodded.

Dolores lowered her voice and said something to Theresa.

Theresa nodded, “Okay, mom.”

Dolores instructed, “Remember to be careful and not let anyone find out.”

“Okay.”

With that, Theresa picked up an apple slice and started eating as she walked towards the house.

No one paid attention to her, just a child.

Theresa went directly to the door of the bridal chamber on the third floor.

In order to prevent Rachel from escaping, a security door had been installed a few days before the wedding and locked with several locks. Without someone unlocking it from the outside, it would be nearly impossible for the person inside to get out.

“Auntie Rachel.” Theresa knocked on the door.

There was no response from inside.

Theresa knocked again, “Auntie Rachel!”

Upon hearing the knocking, Rachel, who was slumped on the floor, quickly moved to the door. “Who is it?”

Had someone come to rescue her?

“Auntie Rachel, it’s me, Theresa,” she said.

Hearing that, an image of a little girl appeared in Rachel’s mind.

Theresa inherited Dolores’ good genes and was very beautiful, though somewhat unkempt and often had a runny nose. Rachel didn’t particularly like this niece, even suspecting that Dolores’ mental illness might be passed down to Theresa, so she dared not get close to the child.

But now, this child was her only lifeline.

“Theresa!” Rachel continued, “Theresa, can you help me call the police?”

Theresa remembered her mother’s words, “Auntie Rachel, my mom said calling the police is useless here. But don’t worry, she said she will try to help you.”

Hearing these words, tears welled up in Rachel’s eyes.

She felt so guilty now.

Wishing she could just slap her foolish self.

Theresa added, “Auntie, do you have any reliable friends in the city? Mom wants you to give me their numbers…”

At that moment, footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Theresa quickly said, “Auntie, I’ll come back later!”

Theresa ran back downstairs.

After Theresa left, Rachel got up from the floor and started searching the room for pen and paper.

Zachary Mayhew was a coarse man, and with the convenience of mobile phones these days, she couldn’t find any pen, let alone a piece of paper.

Left with no choice, Rachel tore a white dress from the closet into strips, then bit her finger and wrote a series of numbers on the strip of cloth.

It was Viola Thompson’s phone number.

She couldn’t think of anyone else.

And she only remembered Viola’s number.

After writing down the phone number, Rachel kept waiting for Theresa to come upstairs.

But she waited and waited.

Until midnight, she still hadn’t seen Theresa.

Rachel became anxious.

Downstairs.

After the guests left, Zachary smiled and walked upstairs.

At that moment.

Dalton Tavas stopped him, “Hold on a minute, Zachary.”

“What is it, mom?” Zachary turned around.

Dalton glanced up at the stairs, “Don’t be polite with her later. This wild girl needs a lesson! Let her know who’s the head of this household. Once she’s pregnant, she’ll behave!”

“Understood.”

Zachary nodded, going upstairs.

Hearing the sound of the door opening.

Rachel became extremely nervous, quickly standing up and hiding behind the bed, anxiously watching the door.

At that moment, the door opened.

Zachary walked in from outside, “Rachel!”

He stared directly at Rachel, his eyes clearly conveying his impatient intentions.

Rachel held a vase in her hand, looking at Zachary warily, “Don’t come closer!”