Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

The smile on Wilton’s face was rather cruel.
“I don’t mind doing so if this could make you give in. I’ll give you a few minutes to think about it. If you don’t agree with my
condition, then be prepared to live with the consequences of whatever happens to your friend.”
In Violetholt, there were many powerful families, and Wilton had done whatever was necessary to ensure the Garrett family was
one of them.
The lengths Wilton was willing to go to ensure Brady’s freedom should not be underestimated. Sabrina and Bettie knew they
were no match for Wilton.
When Wilton arrived in Mathias for Brady’s arrest, he thoroughly investigated Sabrina and Bettie and discovered Aylin was a
good friend of theirs and would be a vital bargaining chip. Hence his reason for kidnapping her.
Sabrina frowned, her fists clenching. Resentful and helpless, she wanted to vent her anger at Wilton’s cruelty. But she knew
there was no way to fight him off.
Slowly, she took a deep breath, trying to ease the heavy boulder sitting on her chest. For Aylin’s sake, she would have to forgive
Brady today.
Bettie was so angry that her face turned red. She retorted angrily, “You are a bad man and your son is the same as you.
Everyone in your family is bad!”
Ruth and Wilton together adopted a stick-and-carrot approach. While Wilton was being tough, Ruth chimed in softly, “I know we
shouldn’t do this to your friend. But what we want is solely to rescue Brady.
Rest assured we have no intention of causing harm to your lovely friend.
We’re utterly clueless when it comes to hatching schemes to rescue Brady. We couldn’t think of anything better than this. Take a
look at our predicament here, and you might understand. Nobody wants to see their offspring behind bars. It might be wiser for
you to join forces. Ponder on it.”
“You’ve got a knack for spewing nonsense,” Bettie retorted, rolling her eyes.
“Ultimately, you’re threatening us to forgive your son for his wrongdoings!”
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Ruth, undeterred, replied, “If you’re itching to lay into me, be my guest.”
Ruth maintained her composure, adding coolly, “After that, perhaps you could take a moment to think about it carefully. Consider
whether your pride holds more weight or your friendship.”
Facing Ruth’s stoic demeanor, Bettie found herself at a loss for words.
Bettie exchanged a glance with Sabrina. Despite Ruth’s words, their options were painfully limited.
With a derisive smirk, Sabrina interjected, “Convinced we’ll give in if you play that card, huh? What’s there to contemplate?”
Ruth’s smile widened as she gracefully extracted paper and pens from her bag.
“I have to do so. You’ve got your wits about you. Please, start jotting. Once that ‘letter of understanding’ is inked, your pal walks
free.”
Eyeing the notebook before her, Sabrina lifted her gaze, a sly twinkle in her eyes.
“Remember your grand promises?”
Having committed to a compromise, Sabrina figured she might as well maximize the gains, just in case frustration set in without
tangible rewards.
Wilton sneered, “Absolutely. Trust me on that.”