Mechelle POV
"Sophia, my love."
This man in front of me has always loved my mother. As for memories of my mother, I only know that when I was born, my mother had a difficult childbirth, and my father forbade anyone in the family from mentioning anything about my mother to me.
"Nothing, nothing!" I suppressed the anxiety and fear in my heart, biting my lip earnestly.
"Hand over what you're holding!" His voice was deep, yet it carried a palpable aura of intimidation. Daniel Duncan advanced towards me step by step, his outstretched hand resembling a talon.
My feet felt rooted to the spot, unable to move, panic seizing me like never before.
"Mechelle, you've always been a good girl. Give me what you're holding, good girl!" Daniel Duncan said mildly, but his face remained cold, instilling a sense of dread.
