Chapter 611

Jane lay on the soft, spacious bed, her eyelids feeling as heavy as lead. She struggled to open them, but they refused to budge. Yet, despite her eyes being shut, she could still see everything around her with eerie clarity. She was back in that terrifying presidential suite. Franklin Hugo, his belly grotesquely round, held a pair of cold, gleaming silver handcuffs. His yellowed teeth bared in a revolting grin as he lumbered toward her, step by menacing step. Fear consumed her. She wanted to run, to fight back but her limbs were frozen, utterly unresponsive. Desperately, she shook her head. "No... no, no! Stay away from me!" The moment she screamed those words, her tiny body jolted upright in bed. John, who had been keeping vigil by her side, had longed to hold her when he saw her writhing in distress. But her thrashing had been so violent in her sleep that he feared hurting her, unable to restrain her properly. Now, as Jane sat up, her pajamas drenched in cold sweat, she looked dazed