She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 193

Meanwhile, Liana was ramping up her own efforts to track down the two of them.

While at the hospital, she happened to glance out the window toward the park across the street—and froze. There was a child playing there who looked uncannily like Yvette.

For a split second, Liana was paralyzed by shock. That little brat couldn’t possibly still be in Veridia, alive and well—and looking healthier than before.

To confirm her suspicions, she immediately had someone snap a photo of the girl.

When the image landed on her phone, her pupils constricted in disbelief.

It really was that little brat.

Alive and perfectly fine.

And then she noticed the woman standing beside the girl.

A surge of rage crashed over her, impossible to suppress.

It was her—Cyrus’s obsession, the woman he could never forget.

No. No, it couldn’t be.

Had Cyrus divorced her because of that brat? Was the person who bought Yvette actually Cyrus, or that woman?

Were they all together again now? A happy family of three?

Unacceptable. Absolutely not.

How could Cyrus do this to her?

She would destroy everything.

So she had her people keep watch for several days.

At last, today, an opportunity presented itself.

At first, she’d planned to snatch the little brat and lock her up in a basement cage again, just like before.

But the thought of seeing that face made her skin crawl.

She changed her mind—it would be far more satisfying to sell the girl overseas, let others torment her instead.

That would also teach that woman a lesson.

She hadn’t expected complications during the kidnapping.

The boy with Yvette had screamed for help, fighting like a cornered animal.

Her people had no choice but to knock him out and take him as well.

If you’re selling one, what’s the difference in selling two?

Anyone close to Yvette couldn’t be anything but trouble, and boys fetched an even higher price.

She never could have predicted what happened next: while switching vehicles at the warehouse, the two kids managed to get away.

Liana flew into a rage, cursing and smashing everything within reach.

The call connected almost instantly.

“Cyrus, listen to me—Liana’s kidnapped Yvette. She’s headed for the docks right now. If you have even a shred of decency left, you’ll stop her before she does something unforgivable.”

Cyrus was silent at first—then shock, then a flicker of hope, then dread flashed across his face.

He didn’t even have time to ask where Jocelyn was, or if she was okay.

He missed her so much it hurt.

“I’m on my way.”

Faye hung up, her eyes cold and empty.

“Tonight,” she murmured, her meaning clear, “it ends.”

Whether it was Cyrus or Liana—so long as they remained, she and Yvette would never know peace. They’d be condemned to a lifetime of running and hiding.

She was exhausted.

Yvette had been kidnapped twice already.

Once by Cyrus himself—his madness had left their daughter presumed dead.

A selfish man like that didn’t deserve to be a father.

Faye shut her eyes, her resolve hardening. She wouldn’t let herself go soft again.