Anila's POV

I knelt before Garrett, my knees pressed to the ground, and bowed my head. "I implore you... I beg you to spare my daughter," my voice choked with tears, obscuring my view.

"So, you've already produced offspring? Is this the child of both you and Johnny?"

Garrett placed his hand on Eva's neck, not applying much pressure, yet Eva's face contorted with immense pain.

She didn't cry; she continued to resist Garrett.

My forehead was bleeding, and I crawled to Garrett, embracing his hand with all my strength. "She's just a child... If you want to kill someone, kill me. Please spare her..."

I tried to pry Garrett's...