Avery looked up and around. She thought whoever kidnapped her would not miss her every painful look, if the one hated her to the guts. Maybe the kidnapper was hiding in someplace and watched her gloatingly.

However, Avery couldn't get used to the kidnapper's arrogant voice and suddenly disappeared.

The kidnapper couldn't hear their voices since they were in confined space.

Thinking about it, Avery bent over to pick up a rock. She wrote, "let's talk," on the ground.

Actually, what they said and how they moved was watched closely by Molly. She was still impressed and overwhelmed that Avery got rid of the transmitter of sound waves so fast.

Soon, they heard a disguised voice in the confined space. It said, "Your Highness, you want to talk with me? But I don't think there is anything to talk about between us."

Mr. Black cut in with irritation and impatience, "You bitch, get us out of here!"

The kidnapper was displeased hearing this. She said immediately, "Who do you call a bitch? You impolite Thailand freak."

To show her angry, Molly hit one button. Bang! Something fell down, and there was glaring white light immediately.

Evan was the first to realize it was a flash bomb. It would give away glaring strong light seconds after it was thrown. It caused the targets to lose vision temporarily. Their eyes hurt very much after seeing this flash bomb's strong light.

He reached his palms out and covered Avery's eyes.

Mr. Black did the same. His instinct was protecting Avery. Too bad Evan beat him to it.

After several minutes, the flash bomb stopped giving away light. Avery took Evan's hands off her eyes.

She frowned. The kidnapper was someone who wished to be respected and worshiped.

And she was a hothead. She couldn't handle people said bad things about her. Or she would get back at once. She was a vindictive person. And she was cruel.

Avery glared at Mr. Black, warning him not to mess around.

Mr. Black pouted in protest. But he didn't say anything.

Out of nowhere, Avery said tentatively, "Rebecca?"

She wasn't sure if the kidnapper was Molly. She was gambling. Someone wanted her to feel what it was like to lose someone she loved dearly. That was Rebecca. If so, the kidnapper must be Molly. It made sense.

Avery could feel the caller paused. She heard a hasty breath. She guessed she must be worked up.

"I know it is you, aunt Molly."

Molly said, "Aunt Molly? I'm not your aunt. And you don't deserve to call me aunt. It's your fault that Rebecca died. You're a spiteful woman. You and your mom are both mistresses that steal others' husbands."'

It was her!

Avery took a deep breath. She held back her anger and smiled, "You are my aunt, no matter what you say. You can't change blood ties. Aunt Molly, let's talk, okay?"

"Talk? What's there to talk about? You're afraid to die, aren't you? It's okay. No matter if you are afraid or not, death is your only way out."

"Aunt Molly, I've been having nightmares since Rebecca passed away. I woke up every time in regret and prayed."

"You have nightmares? You deserve to go to hell in nightmares! This is what you deserve! Now you know why your daughter is hideous. You disfigured Rebecca, and god disfigured your daughter. Even god could not tolerate what you did!"

"Shut the hell up!"

Evan couldn't help himself. He clenched his fists to stop her from saying nonsense.

"Mr. Lautner, he who loves Avery loves her daughter. Or are you just sympathetic? Why are you so emotional? Do you hide something?"

Avery gave Evan a surprising look. To be honest, he said that Avery's daughter was his too. For a moment, Avery believed him.

She grabbed Evan's shirt and said to Molly, "Yes, I deserve to go to hell. But, Aunt Molly, before I die, I would like to go to Rebecca's grave. I want to kowtow to atone for my sins. So you and Rebecca can have closure. And I can die then."

"What trick are you playing? Do you think I will fall for it?"

Avery was very smart. She got rid of the sound wave using plastic bottles in such a short time. She knew how good Avery was.

Avery also knew how alert Molly was since what happened to Rebecca.

Avery said after moments of hesitation, "I'm simply trying to say how sorry I feel. What does it take for you to believe me?"

"I do not believe you. Stop giving death kicks."

"I mean it. I can't do anything if you don't trust me. However, you have my daughter. And that's your leverage."

Well, Avery wanted to find out if she had her daughter.

Her daughter was her life. She needed to know if she was safe.

"I'm not falling for your lies. Admit it. You're afraid."

"I'm terrified. I'm afraid I die with unfinished matters. How will you believe me?"

"Believe you?" Molly sneered, "Fine if you want me to trust me, kowtow in front of me facing the camera. Let me feel I can trust you."

Evan suddenly grabbed Avery. She was a proud woman. She never begged before. Not to him.

Evan wanted her to keep being proud. He would not allow her to kneel down humbly.

In his mind, she was his queen.

He would not allow her to reduce herself.

Avery sensed how unhappy Evan was. She didn't know why he minded. He didn't have to kneel down. It was her that needed to do it...

"Aunt Molly, isn't it better that I kneel know in front of the real you, not just the camera?"

"Really?" Molly sneered, "You don't need to show me. If you want to see me, you have to pass various tests. If you're lucky to be alive, I'll be here waiting for you to worship me."

Molly hired people to set the place up to torture her. She wanted her dead.

And she would enjoy seeing every minute of Avery suffering.

She needed to see that to soften that seeing her daughter get blown up in front of her.

Molly and Avery didn't say anything after this. They reached a unanimous silence. It was freakishly quiet. Even the hot head Mr. Black was quiet.

Molly broke the silence after a few minutes. She said, "You have another option. Do you want to know what it is?"