Chapter 775

Northern Myanmar. Danna was burning up with fever. Probably from those nasty jungle mosquitoes—or maybe just from sheer terror. The fever wouldn't go away, and she was shaking all over. Yeah, she was really scared this time. Curled up under a thin blanket, Danna cried silently. Sure, she'd been a little spoiled before, but she'd never been through something this terrifying. When she saw Aman just left there like that, and that poor victim who'd been tortured to death… That stuff seriously haunted her. "Danna, take the medicine." Gregory walked in holding the bowl, trying to get her to drink it. But Danna flinched and shrank back into the corner. "Don't come near me. Don't touch me." She'd had a nightmare—Fred Foster tying her up and beating her. "You're right, sweetie. I wasn't thinking clearly," Gregory sighed, guilt written all over his face. Back then, they had no other choice. When Danna broke down crying, saying she couldn't take it anymore, he was at a complete loss. He knew he w