Her only hope now was in the twins.
Fortunately, Jacob Winslet had no objections to them.
For the next two days, Rachel Barton was locked up.
She just sat on the floor like that, staring out the window.
Her gaze was already somewhat dull.
What she was most afraid of now was the dark.
She was even more afraid of Zachary Mayhew; just thinking about that scene made her sick to her stomach.
It was disgusting.
"Viola..."
Gazing at the window with eyes swollen red, Rachel yelled, "Viola, when will you come and get me?"
"Viola!"
In a moment, Rachel thought of Dolores Frieman.
"Big sister."
Dolores had promised to save her.
When would Dolores come?
It was at this moment.
There was the sound of a puppy outside the window again.
"Woof, woof, woof..."
It was a pity that after two days of barking, Rachel had not become suspicious.
If only she pushed open that window.
She would see.
Theresa Winslet was standing in the bamboo forest facing the window.
Too bad.
She didn't.
