Raegan was betting on Davey being tormented by his doubts, ensnared by the trap she had laid. She had to remain alive until help arrived.

She must survive.

After exiting the room, Davey faced Casey, who was unable to speak or even change her expression. His look was stern.

On the surveillance screen, Raegan could be seen lying in the cold storage, an image of despair.

Davey watched Raegan for a prolonged moment. Unexpectedly, his heart, usually only moved by thoughts of Casey, felt an uncharacteristic twinge of distress.

Davey turned his eyes away, calming himself in whispers.

At first glance, he had pegged Raegan as astute. The things she said and her actions were unreliable. Surely, this was a snare she had laid for him.

Casting another glance at Casey, Davey remained silent before suddenly dropping to crouch, seizing her shoulders, and jolting her with force. "Casey, are you hiding something from me?"

Casey's pupils dilated unfocused, showing no reaction to his query.

Davey's hands clamped tighter around her arms as he clenched his teeth and pressed, "Speak! Are you?"

Still unresponsive, Casey only mustered incoherent sounds to the pain.

Since Casey laid eyes on Jimena's lifeless body, she had been plunged into this state.

Davey had overestimated Casey's resilience, initially revealing that her adopted son had been shot, and then came the horrifying scene of Jimena's lifeless body.

Years of confinement in a basement had frayed Casey's spirit to tatters, these revelations shattering her completely. She held herself accountable. If Erick hadn't intervened to save her, he would not have been targeted.

Jimena's death also fell on Casey's conscience, as Davey had mercilessly executed Jimena for her tasks.

Ever a kind soul with a golden heart, Casey blamed herself for others' suffering, self-loathing overwhelming her. Her mind had shut down, resembling a burnt-out fuse, unresponsive.

Her once-celebrated beauty now seemed obscured by her vacant mumbling and sporadic drooling. Yet, even in disarray, her beauty persisted.

Casey's gaze was fixed perpetually on the surveillance screen.

Abruptly, a soft "Mom" echoed from the monitor's speaker.

At that sound, Casey's eyes began to focus, but then she tumbled from the wheelchair.