Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Compelled by the memory, Audrey dashed to the door, hammering on it while crying out, “Mom! Mom!”
Her loud calls alarmed the servant, who hurried over to restrain her.
“Miss, you can’t! You can’t!”
The servant gripped Audrey firmly, pulling her back to the bed with significant force.
Thwarted from reaching the door, Audrey continued to scream, “Mom! Mom!”
Her persistent shouts eventually drew a response from outside. Then came a distinct sound.
This was quickly followed by repeated banging sounds, like a wheelchair violently striking against the door. The worried chatter of other servants permeated the air.
“Madam! Madam, you can’t do this! Please!”
Unyielding, Audrey intensified her cries. “Mom! Mom!”
Quickly, the servant in the room covered Audrey’s mouth, causing her to struggle and emit muffled sounds.
Suddenly, the door slammed again. With a sharp snap, the lock broke.
As the door swung open, a shadowy figure charged in Like a whirlwind.
It was Casey, wielding a large vase, which she used to strike the servant on the back of the head.
The servant, struck by the impact, released Audrey while bleeding profusely on the floor.
From her wheelchair, Casey managed to stand up just enough to grasp Audrey and cling to her.
Tears immediately welled up in Audrey’s eyes. After years apart, she was finally reunited with her mother.
Clinging tightly to one another, they ignored the surrounding chaos.
Other servants hesitated to intervene, seeing their colleague injured and considering Casey’s frantic actions.
Additionally, they were under strict orders from Davey that Casey was not to be harmed. Any harm coming to Casey would surely lead to severe repercussions for them.
Just then, Davey, alerted to the disturbance, rushed to the scene. He paused at the doorway, witnessing the poignant reunion of mother and daughter, their tears flowing freely.
His commanding presence momentarily faltered, and he came to a stop.
Casey’s reactions were a mix of tears and laughter, her emotions more complex than before. It was indeed possible for Audrey to heal her.
A nearby servant cautiously approached, explaining, “Sir, madam was aggressively hitting the door with a chair. We feared intervening might harm her, so we held back.”
The explanation seemed justifiable.
Davey dismissed the servant with a wave of his hand. “Leave.”
The servant left, relieved to have dodged a difficult situation.
Once the tears subsided, Audrey turned to Davey. “Don’t you want me to heal my mom? If so, I need some time alone with her.”
Davey watched Audrey, considering the feasibility of her suggestion.
Audrey implored, “I want my mom to recover as much as you do. Please, let me try.”
Davey scrutinized Audrey for a moment, gauging her sincerity. Finally, he agreed. “Okay. You have half an hour.”
Despite his words, Davey remained in place, showing no sign of leaving.
Audrey pondered how to persuade him to leave.
Seizing a moment of Davey’s distraction, Audrey subtly pinched Casey’s back.
Casey hissed, which immediately captured Davey’s attention.
“Casey, what’s the matter?” Davey’s steps hastened as he approached, anxious to discern Casey’s distress.
To his astonishment, when Casey beheld him, she shrieked in terror before seeking refuge in Audrey’s embrace. It was an inversion of their roles, with Casey assuming the child’s fearful stance.
Frowning, Audrey suggested, “Mr. Glyn, perhaps it’s best if you step out for now. Your presence seems to unsettle her.”
Though reluctant, Davey acquiesced upon witnessing Casey’s tremors.
“Audrey, be cooperative, and you’ll find no suffering,” Davey urged, his tone a blend of persuasion and menace, a subtle warning of dire consequences should Audrey attempt any tricks.
Audrey, maintaining her composure, offered Casey solace, murmuring soothing words as she gently patted her back, “Mom, it’s Audrey…”
Observing Casey’s gradual calm, Davey opted to exit the room, leaving them to their reprieve.
Once the door clicked shut, Audrey, having assessed the room earlier this morning, breathed a sigh of relief knowing there were no prying cameras. Perhaps Davey’s relocation plans and the urgency of spiriting Casey away had led him to forgo surveillance in this particular space.
“Mom, forgive me for hurting you,” Audrey whispered, her voice laden with regret as she gently examined Casey’s back, relieved to find only a slight reddening.
Audrey’s daring maneuver had been a calculated risk, leveraging Casey’s emotional vulnerability to manipulate Davey’s concern.
Fortunately, her ploy succeeded, and she breathed a sigh of relief as the deception played out as planned.
Reflecting on the situation, Audrey acknowledged that, had it been her own cries of pain, they would have Likely fallen on deaf ears unless she was on the brink of death.
Casey remained largely unresponsive, though she made no effort to resist Audrey’s comforting presence. Her unblinking gaze bore into Audrey’s, as if fearing that any lapse would make Audrey disappear.
Tears streaked down Audrey’s face as she gently clasped Casey’s arm, seeking solace in their shared connection. “Mom…”
Audrey allowed herself a moment of raw emotion, tears flowing freely, before regaining her composure. “Mom, where did you hide that embroidery satin?”
Her inquiry pertained to the embroidery satin that accompanied the gift she had distributed earlier in the wedding, a precious relic now serving as their sole means of reaching out to the outside world.
Containing a transmitter, a mere press of its concealed button would alert Erick to their location.
Since Davey had neglected to investigate the gift after Casey’s inadvertent activation of the transmitter, Audrey surmised that he remained unaware of its existence.
The timing of Casey’s condition suggested that she had activated it unintentionally, in a moment of subconscious clarity amidst her nonverbal state.
In a moment of clarity, a lingering conscious thought prompted Casey to instinctively touch the embroidery satin.
“Mom, that embroidery satin is crucial for us. Can you please tell me where it is?” Audrey’s inquiry was gentle, yet Casey still seemed to struggle to grasp its significance.
Audrey’s mind flickered back to the tale of “birds return when the time comes,” a story that resonated deeply with Casey. Guiding Casey to sit, Audrey recounted the narrative, each word laden with hope.
As Audrey reached the poignant moment in the story where the mother sparrow returned to find the charred remnants of her forest home, Casey’s countenance shifted, her features contorted in sorrow.
Encouraged by this emotional response, Audrey pressed on, her voice steady as she uttered the hopeful refrain, “Birds return when the time comes.” A tangible change swept over Casey’s features, a glimmer of recognition illuminating her eyes.
At that moment, Audrey’s heart swelled with joy at the sign of connection.
However, the moment of triumph was short-lived as Davey’s arrival shattered the fragile peace of the room. Observing Casey’s somewhat restored expression, Davey’s spirits appeared momentarily lifted.
Yet, heedless of Casey’s lingering reluctance, Davey remained steadfast in his decision. “Time’s up,” he declared tersely, his words a harsh reminder of their captivity.
With Little regard for Casey’s emotional state, Davey swiftly carried Casey out of the room.
The atmosphere crackled with tension as the next day unfolded.
Casey arrived at Audrey’s room promptly, and Audrey commenced her narrative once more. As the tale reached its culmination, Casey’s eyes ignited with recognition, and she uttered her first coherent sentence since her affliction. “Is this it?”
Like a magician revealing a hidden trick, Casey removed a strap from her wrist.
With a cheerful smile, Casey inquired, “This one?”
Audrey’s surprise grew as she realized the item she sought was concealed on Casey, masquerading as a simple wristband. Without hesitation, she inspected the embroidery, confirming the presence of the transmitter.
Pressing the button, Audrey awaited a response, her heart racing with anticipation.
A faint noise echoed from the doorway, prompting Audrey to hastily reattach the embroidered satin to Casey’s wrist.
Aware of the transmitter’s limited functionality, Audrey felt a pang of apprehension. This was their second and final opportunity to utilize it. Any subsequent attempts would be futile.
As Casey was once again led away, Audrey grappled with a profound sense of loss, yet clung to the belief that assistance was imminent.
Elsewhere, Erick and Stefan scoured the city’s alleys and streets in search of Audrey.
At the Aurora airport, their meticulous investigation yielded no trace of Davey’s comings and goings, leading them to conclude that he remained concealed in Aurora.
Simultaneously, Cornell delved deeper into his search for Audrey with unwavering resolve.
After enduring three days and two nights without respite, Cornell finally allowed himself a moment of rest, reclining in his chair with heavy eyelids.
But rest was fleeting, as Matteo burst through the door with urgent news, his excitement palpable.