CHAPTER 543: CHAPTER 543: DADDY, MOMMY IS RIGHT HERE

"Rest in peace, you bastard!"

Fawn Rhodes swung the small iron hammer in her hand, hitting Kyle Sinclair hard on the head.

The camera in Kyle’s hand fell to the ground and shattered. Blood flowed down his ears and the back of his neck. He staggered to turn around, his eyes bloodshot as he glared fiercely at Fawn. "You..."

Fawn was startled by his appearance.

"You... bastard~"

She lifted a foot and kicked Kyle in the stomach, knocking him to the ground.

The four men who were "handling" Ivana Monroe heard the noise and turned around.

Fawn felt nauseous at the sight, raising her bloodstained iron hammer. "I called the police when I came in. They’ll be here soon, so if you don’t want to go to jail, now’s your chance to run."

"It’s you? You’re indeed with Ivana Monroe." Two of the fooled men glared viciously at Fawn.

"Yeah! Just now figuring it out? Too bad it’s too late now. The police will arrive in three minutes, and if you don’t flee now, there won’t be any time left to escape."

Fawn gripped the small iron hammer tightly. Seeing Ivana’s coat had been removed, she felt the urge to kill these bastards. But knowing her own limitations, she held back.

Impulse is the devil; rescuing Ivana is the right thing to do first.

"What’s going on? Director, didn’t you say it was a film shoot?" a man with a rat-like face asked with an unpleasant expression.

Kyle clenched his fingers, nails digging into his palm to keep from passing out, and growled, "This is also part of the movie, you idiots. Hurry up and grab that man, strip him naked, and force him onto Ivana."

"What? The plot changed that fast?" The construction worker looked dumbfounded.

The other two men, thoroughly enraged by Fawn, heard Kyle’s words and sneered devilishly at Fawn.

This fearless ’punk’ dared to lie to deceive them?

Then they wouldn’t blame him for using "him" against Ivana. Would they be breaking the law if "he" took Ivana?

Hahaha...

The two men laughed wildly in their hearts, not worrying of the police coming, because there was a hidden wall in this room they forgot to close when fascinated by Ivana’s body. Once closed, even the great gods wouldn’t find this place.

Don’t underestimate this prison; it was used during the Japanese occupation to detain important figures from Ravenswood.

Its secrecy is still top-notch.

One man turned and pressed on the back left leg of the iron bed, seemingly triggering a mechanism, and the room actually started moving, sinking below.

"You... what are you doing?"

Fawn’s scalp tingled. It didn’t feel right.

"Doing what? What do you think?"

The man walked over to Fawn, as if he didn’t regard the small iron hammer in her hand at all.

"You... don’t come over..."

Fawn’s small hammer trembled in her hand. She reached into her pocket to pull out her phone, intending to make a call when the man suddenly lunged forward, swatting Fawn’s phone away.

"Ah~ my phone."

Fawn screamed, hammering the man on the head with her small hammer.

The man grabbed Fawn’s wrist, making her wail in pain, forcing her to release the hammer, letting it fall to the ground.

He grabbed a tuft of Fawn’s short hair and shoved her onto Ivana. "Are you going to get on her willingly, or do you want my help?"

Tears welled up in Fawn’s eyes; the man had pulled out a tuft of her hair, showing how much her scalp hurt?

Seeing Ivana’s face as red as if it would burst into flames, Fawn swallowed her tears. "Ivana, wake up, wake up."

Fawn slapped Ivana’s face lightly, her palm feeling as though it had been burnt.

"Isn’t she too hot, could it be dangerous?"

Fawn was terrified.

"Of course it’s dangerous. If you don’t help her, she’ll die in an hour."

Outside.

A luxury car stopped, and two little boys, nearly identical, jumped out.

They spotted the van parked in front of the dilapidated prison gate.

Ian Keane’s young face was icy. "Mommy’s in there."

"Brother, let’s find Mommy quickly."

The two children dashed inside at lightning speed, searching every room of the prison but finding no trace of Ivana, as all the rooms were empty.

"We can’t find Mommy. Their car’s clearly here, and Mommy’s location is here too; why can’t we find her?"

Timmy Monroe was so anxious he almost cried.

Ian Keane said nothing, grabbed his phone, and his fingers danced over the screen. Moments later, he confirmed Ivana’s location again—it was this place, no mistake; they shouldn’t be unable to find her.

"What’s going on?"

Ian let out a beast-like growl, raising his hand, intending to smash his phone but eventually refrained. His body trembled with anger, and he suddenly knelt, pounding his small fist on the ground savagely.

"What’s happening? What’s happening?..."

Unable to accept this reality, he hammered the ground with his little fists, venting his fury, but how could small fists compare to the hardness of the ground? It quickly bruised and bloodied them.

"Brother, calm down. Don’t do this... don’t do this..."

Timmy, seeing Ian’s extreme reaction, hugged him from behind, his voice quivering.

"What’s going on? What’s going on? I won’t believe we can’t find her..."

Ian couldn’t hear what Timmy was saying, consumed by his frenzied world, and seemed immune to the pain in his fingers, though his fists were a bloody mess, he kept pounding the ground relentlessly.

"Brother, brother, listen, the ground sounds hollow."

Timmy wasn’t trying to deceive Ian into stopping; he really heard it. The difference between solid and hollow—Mommy had taught him that when he was three. As he grew, Timmy indulged his fascination with exploration and discovery, often pounding the walls or cabinets at home with his small fists, and his keen hearing and observational skills far exceeded those of other kids his age.

Timmy’s little body trembled slightly. If the ground were hollow, Mommy could very well be trapped below.

Hearing this, Ian Keane magically stopped his roaring, the wild light gradually dissipating from his eyes, returning to normal in moments. He raised his bloody little fists, wanting to strike the ground again.

Timmy stopped him. "Brother, your hand’s injured, it’s not precise. Let me try."

Ian blinked in surprise.

Timmy raised his fist and struck down; sure enough, the ground’s sound differed from solid ground.

Timmy excitedly said, "Brother, Mommy’s probably trapped below. We need to find the underground passage or switch immediately."

Ian’s young face returned to a stern calm, stopping Timmy, who was getting up to find the switch. "Searching like this will take too long. Let me do it."

Taking out his phone, Ian’s small fingers darted swiftly over the screen.

Urgent footsteps approached from behind.

Ian didn’t turn around, focusing entirely on finding the switch.

Timmy turned back, his eyes reddening instantly. "Daddy, Mommy’s in there."