"Can you believe it? You've actually tried to kill me, not just once, but three times, with genuine intent. And now, just because we share the same blood, you think I should forgive you?"

Davey's composed facade momentarily faltered. With measured composure, he stated, "In the past, I was unaware. But dwelling on that won't help us move forward; we need to focus on the future. Being my daughter won't bring you any disadvantages. And just so you know, I'll protect you from anyone who has ever wronged you, regardless of who they are."

Raegan had never witnessed such audacity and deluded behavior. How could he say such a thing, urging her to disregard the past? After enduring his attempts on her life not once, not twice, but thrice...

And enduring her mother's captivity... If it weren't for him, her life wouldn't have been so fraught with turmoil, and her adoptive father wouldn't have died innocently.

Davey's brazen claim that she'd suffer no disadvantage in the days ahead was like salt in her wounds. Every loss, every trial, every tear had all bore his mark. She, who should have been cherished by her mother, endured a life marred by chaos.

“Davey, are you delusional? I'll never recognize you as my father. I'll take my mom and leave. You've imprisoned her for years and your hands are stained with the blood of innocents!" Raegan's eyes bore into him as she spoke, her determination unwavering. "People like you belong in hell!"

Davey, unfazed by Raegan's fury, offered a soft smile. "It seems we can't come to an agreement."

He waved his hand dismissively. "But it didn't matter. We three will have a lot of time together, and you'll see what a good father I can be."

Raegan eyed Davey warily, uncertain of his next move.

But she didn't have to wait long to find out.

Davey summoned a servant and ordered, “Pack the young lady's belongings and get them on the plane.”

Seeing Raegan's ashen face, Davey calmly explained, “We're leaving soon."

Raegan was dumbfounded, paralyzed by shock. Davey intended to whisk away both her and Casey.

Raegan knew Davey's cunning well, his expertise in hiding Casey for decades a testament to his skill. Once taken away this time, she might bid farewell to her father, her brother, her children, and all she held dear.

"I won't go! Period!" Raegan hurled a chair and bolted for the door.

But before she could reach it, Davey seized her arm, binding her wrists with his tie, and carried her downstairs.

Time was of the essence. Their location might have been compromised.

They had to flee immediately.

Outside, arrangements were made. Once they left, Davey could hide them as before.

Bound and hoisted over Davey's shoulder, Raegan was powerless to break free, no matter how fiercely she fought.