The moment I saw who was at the villa entrance, my expression finally cracked.
“Trevor!”
My brother was gagged, tied to a chair, surrounded by Bryson’s bodyguards.
For a second, I couldn’t even tell what Bryson was planning to do.
Then, his bloodshot eyes flashed. He gestured sharply to the men behind my brother.
They nodded, then suddenly raised thick batons, as wide as an arm, and brought them down on my brother’s body.
“Ahhh!”
He convulsed, blood already smearing across his clothes.
In an instant, my vision went red.
“Bryson! What are you doing?! I already told you—I didn’t do it! Why won’t you believe me?”
My voice rose to a near-scream.
But Bryson didn’t spare me a glance. He stared at my bound brother, his tone like ice.
“Hedy, from this moment on, I’ll count down from ten. With every number, your brother will take ten strikes. The doctor said his body is already very weak. If you don’t want him to die, then tell me where Debbii is.”
I shook with rage, glaring at my brother’s bloodied form, wishing I could tear the two of them apart right then.