"Dylan, I think Elaine just can't let go of you, and that's why she's acting so crazy. She's always been selfish, jealous, and unable to stand it whenever you show me care. I worried from the very start that if you stayed with her, she'd end up hurting you."
Dylan stroked her hair, murmuring in a soothing voice. "Don't worry. I've already seen her true face."
Then, he sneered, his words cutting through the tension, his voice clearly carried through the hidden mic straight to my ears.
"I shouldn't have been soft-hearted back then. I should've broken her other leg, too. That way, she'd never stand again."
I froze.
Memories flooded back in a rush.
The time he locked me in that villa, stripping me of my chance to study abroad, forcing me to give up the career I loved so that he could keep me chained to him.
The day I was kicked out of the Hartman estate.
When my father, after pulling away from his top-secret project, stood before me.
He said, "We'll always be here to support you, my dear."
Remembering my father's words, my grip tightened around my phone.
Calmly, I dialed a number. "The plan can begin now."