Chapter 1311

Someone said coldly, "Correct."

“Keep hitting her! Leave her barely alive so she can suffer. Once she's beyond treatment, throw her out. I need my revenge.”

Maisy was terrified. The pain dulled her senses, but she pleaded, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to deceive Mia. I was being controlled. They took my phone and lured her to Askea in my name. I didn’t want any of this. Mia is my best friend. If you do this to me, she’ll be furious! Please let me go! Take me to the hospital. My mom and brothers have money; they’ll pay any compensation.”

Her pleas were ignored, the torment continuing until she fainted.

Meanwhile, Mona awoke in the hospital. Seeing Steven’s worried face, she reassured him, “I’m fine! Good things happen to good people. Look, I’m here.”

Steven, shaken, said, “She said she wanted coffee, so you went? You can’t trust her. She has no boundaries.”

Mona, pale with fright, replied, “I thought the mall would be safe. Letting my guard down was a mistake. I won’t make that again. By the way, you said the person who saved me is Skye’s friend?”

“Yeah, she knows Maisy,” Steven nodded.

“Maisy… No wonder she looked familiar. I’d seen bad news and videos online, but I didn’t think much of it. I had no idea she was the sister you mentioned.” A cold sweat broke out on Mona’s forehead as she realized the danger she’d escaped. Maisy, Steven’s sister, had no boundaries; she could do anything. Mona might have been irrevocably harmed if not for Natalie. It was terrifying.

“We’ve called the police. They have surveillance footage, doctors’ testimonies, and my statement. Can they arrest her now?” Mona asked.

Steven’s expression grew serious. “They’re searching for her, but it may take time.”

“It’s okay. We’ll be careful and call the police immediately if anything happens. We won’t give her another chance,” Mona reassured him, gripping his hand.

Steven sighed. Mona, the victim, was comforting him. She was truly kind-hearted. “The police are investigating missing person cases related to her and have found evidence. The moment she shows up, she’ll be arrested.”

The thought of Maisy being related to him chilled him. How could someone like her share his blood?

Skylar, en route to Nicole’s birthday celebration, received a photo from Aiken. It showed Maisy, battered and bloodied, almost unrecognizable. Aiken’s message followed: “My client wants to wait a few more days before disposing of her. After that, not even a miracle can help her. She won’t harm your family anymore.”

Stunned, Skylar processed the message, overwhelmed by emotion. She found herself in a secluded community, a small town with a pleasant atmosphere. As the driver parked, she spotted a familiar vehicle—the one Joe had driven to the hospital.