Chapter 183

The phone hit the concrete with a sharp crack, the sound echoing through the alley like a gunshot. The kidnapper, stared at the shattered device as if it held the last remnants of his sanity.

"Emma," he whispered, his voice breaking on the name. "Emma, daddy's here..."

But the line was dead, the phone's screen dark and fractured across the dirty pavement.

Mia kept the gun steady, watching the man crumble before her eyes. Twenty minutes ago, she might have felt pity. Now, she felt nothing but the sharp edge of calculated fury.

"Your daughter has leukemia for years now," she said, her voice clinical. "Stage three. The...