Revenge Forged in Prison
Chapter 171: She Is My Daughter
“Hold it right there!” Miriam shouted, lunging after the girl. But after only a few steps, she doubled over, gasping for breath. The bodyguards quickly gave chase. Though their strides easily outmatched Chelsea’s, her nimble frame darted through gaps and around corners with uncanny ease. Time and again, they came close to catching her, but each time, she slipped away like smoke in the wind.
Chelsea danced through the crowd in the wide courtyard, agile and untouchable, like a cat toying with a pack of clumsy dogs.
Miriam’s face burned with fury. “Useless! Absolutely useless!” she snapped. Are they just dead weight? How hard can it be to catch one little girl?
Spurred on by her rage, the bodyguards redoubled their efforts, panic rising in their eyes. They didn’t want to be outwitted by a child, but no matter how fast they moved, she always seemed one step ahead.
Gritting his teeth, one of the bodyguards drew a gun from his waist, aiming it at Chelsea, ready to fire.
Furious, Miriam shouted, “Lower your weapon! Who gave you permission to shoot her? She is my daughter; no one but me has the right to lay a hand on her!”
The bodyguard was helpless. They can’t do this, they can’t do that… then how are they supposed to capture her?
Noticing Chelsea lingering near the front door, Miriam forced down the rising anger in her chest and suddenly ordered, “Open the door for her.”
The bodyguards hesitated, stunned. “But Madam Yardley.”
Miriam shot them a sharp glare. “Just cut the crap and open it.” She ruled all of Plainstedt. How could she possibly fail to catch a single girl? Since she wants to run, then let her run. Once she’s drowning in despair, when she realizes there’s no place for her in this world… she’ll come crawling back on her own.
The bodyguards were helpless, left with no choice but to obey. The moment the front door swung open, Chelsea bolted. As she ran, she kept glancing over her shoulder.
Weird. Why aren’t the adults chasing me anymore? And that wicked lady… she actually let me go. Is she… a good person? I don’t get it.
Shaking off the confusion, Chelsea sprinted away from the Yardley residence, heart pounding, and headed straight home. Panting, she finally came to a stop, bracing herself on her knees as she caught her breath. When she looked up, the sight before her left her stunned.
What happened here? Why is there a “Room for Rent” sign on the door?
She knocked on the door. “Daddy! Mommy! It’s me, Chelsea! Your Chelsea is back!”
But no matter how hard she knocked, no matter how many times she called out, there was only silence from within. Tears welled in her eyes. “How could this be? Daddy, Mommy, where are you? Don’t you want me anymore?” she cried.
After crying for a while, Chelsea slowly pushed herself to her feet and began to drift down the street. She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but the streets felt unusually quiet today, with only a few scattered pedestrians wandering by. It was a stark contrast to the usual bustle and chatter. Maybe everyone’s just busy. Maybe they all went home to their moms.
She wandered without direction, unsure of where her feet were taking her. Then, carried on the wind, a trace of salty dampness reached her nose. Chelsea looked up, and there it was. The vast, glimmering ocean stretched out before her, waves catching the light like a thousand tiny mirrors.
Her eyes welled up again. We said we’d go on a trip together at the end of the year… Why didn’t they keep their promise?
Suddenly, a chilling voice echoed nearby. “Ms. Yardley, are you done fooling around? It’s time to head back.”
The bodyguards stared at her with blank expressions, their eyes void of emotion.