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Chapter_236
The room was still, the silence only broken by Whitney’s labored breaths. The pain was overwhelming, but through the haze of agony and despair, a spark of something flickered in her chest—a determination to protect the one thing that still mattered: her child.
Elaine’s words rang in her ears, each one a cruel reminder of the depths of the woman’s malice. But as the last of her strength drained away, Whitney refused to give in. She couldn’t—wouldn’t—let her child die in this hellhole, at the mercy of a monster like Elaine.
In that moment of clarity, her mind focused on only one thing: survival. The phone call had failed, but the truth was still within reach. Somewhere, somehow, someone would listen. She wasn’t alone, not entirely.
Her fingers, trembling with exhaustion, brushed against the broken pieces of the phone that lay scattered across the floor. The thought of Ludwik, his cold indifference and his rejection, almost broke her again. But she couldn’t afford to dwell on him—not anymore. The truth, the truth about Elaine, was the only thing that could stop this madness.
Tiana’s voice echoed in the back of her mind, a reminder of the one person who had stood by her through all of this. She had to hold on for Tiana—for the baby.
With every ounce of willpower left in her, Whitney managed to roll onto her side and drag herself closer to the broken phone. The shards of plastic dug into her skin, but she didn’t care. She was past caring. There was still a chance. She would make sure the truth was known, no matter the cost.
Her fingers found the call log once again, trembling as she scrolled through the contacts. This time, she wouldn’t rely on Ludwik. She had another ally, someone who might still be able to help, someone who had always been there even when it seemed like all hope was lost.
She found it—Tiana’s number. It wasn’t much, but it was all she had left. With the last bit of strength in her body, she pressed the call button, praying that Tiana would answer, that they still had time.
The phone rang, each second a painful reminder of how little time they had left. And then, finally, the line connected.
“Tiana?” Whitney’s voice was barely a whisper, fragile and weak, but there was a fire in her words. “You need to get help. Elaine… she’s… she’s going to kill the baby… you have to stop her… she’s… she’s already—”
Tiana’s voice came through the phone, urgent and full of fear. “Whitney? I’m here. I’m on my way. Hold on, okay? Don’t give up.”
Tears welled in Whitney’s eyes, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she allowed herself to believe—believe that there was still hope, that she wasn’t alone. She closed her eyes, focusing on Tiana’s voice, drawing strength from her friend’s determination.
“I won’t… I won’t let her… I won’t let her win, Tiana,” Whitney whispered, her voice faltering.
“I know. Just hang in there, Whitney. I’m coming. Stay with me. We’re going to get through this.”
And with that promise, the darkness started to recede. Whitney clung to it, clung to the belief that, no matter how dire the situation seemed, the fight wasn’t over. It wasn’t over yet.
In the distance, the storm of chaos still raged, but for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Whitney held onto something more powerful than fear—hope.
