Thus, the man then climbed into the red sports car and sped off.

The young Raegan, her legs numb, was immobilized in the mud. She watched as her foster father's eyes remained wide open, even in death.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. It was a horrific, indescribable sensation that engulfed her small frame.

Summoning all her strength, the young Raegan managed to crawl out of the dark mud, finally collapsing beside her foster father. “Daddy... Wake up..."

But the young Raegan couldn't grasp that her foster father would never respond to her again. The man who had rescued her from a garbage dump and cherished her like a precious gem would never wake up again.

The young Raegan crawled out of the mud, narrowly escaping freezing to death.

However, the profound shock triggered a fever that confined her to the hospital for a week. When she regained consciousness, her mind had locked away the horrifying memories of that night.

Until today.

Davey, seated on the high chair before Raegan, and the cake in front of him, suddenly jolted her memory, which had been numbed by the cold.

The intense rush of memories left Raegan speechless. Her body shook, her teeth clattering not from fear, but from sheer anger at the beast who had murdered her foster father!

Davey, observant and sharp, noted the shift in Raegan's demeanor and realized she had recalled the incident. He tugged at the corner of his mouth, his smirk widening as he commented, "Not bad, seeing the cake and remembering everything."

"You!" Raegan gritted her teeth, overwhelmed by a surge of hatred, but found herself unable to speak further.

"Don't rush. Take your time," Davey said, his voice calm, his smile attempting to soothe her.

Raegan wished for a knife at that moment to kill Davey, yet she understood such an action was beyond her reach. Even armed with a knife, overpowering him would be a formidable challenge. Davey had successfully kidnapped her from the well-secured Clifford family's manor, a testament to his dangerous capabilities.

She reminded herself that giving in to hatred and agitation would solve nothing. Remaining composed was essential to devising an escape plan.

Raegan pressed her nails into her palm, using the pain to anchor her composure.

“Why did you want to kill me?" Raegan inquired. She knew this question might seem naive, given it was obvious that Davey harbored a desire to kill her as Casey's daughter.

However, she had noticed that those who appeared clever often met their end swiftly at Davey's hands. Perhaps appearing somewhat naive and frightened might lower his defenses. Plus, she was genuinely curious about how Davey had located her when she was a child.

Davey, his face gentle and bearing a mild smile, answered, “Because I couldn't bear the thought of my love being tainted. Your very existence is a reminder of her once compromised purity."

Raegan was left speechless by his madness. She steadied her voice, which trembled slightly. "How did you locate me when I was a child?"