Chapter 2
“You’re really going through with this?” Professor Grant sounded genuinely surprised. “With your health… will your family even allow
it?”
Savannah had thought about leaving before–but every single time, Grayson shut her down.
At first, he’d coax her with a gentle tone. “Be good, Savannah. You’re too fragile. I don’t feel safe letting you go so far. Once your health
improves, I’ll take you around the world myself.”
Later on, the patience was gone. Just a cold frown. “Your dad entrusted you to me. I’m responsible for you. Stop making things
difficult.”
Because of that, she’d never dared to mention her acceptance to an overseas college.
“I don’t have family anymore,” Savannah said with a bitter curve of her lips. “I just want to try living for myself this time, Professor.”
There was a long sigh on the other end. “Alright. The semester starts in a week. You better start packing.”
The second she hung up, the front door downstairs slammed open.
Grayson stormed in like a blizzard, cold rage radiating off him in waves.
Without a word, he grabbed Savannah by the wrist and dragged her toward the door. His grip crushed into the burn on her palm,
making her wince in pain.
“Where are you taking me?!” she struggled.
“To apologize to Maddie.”
Savannah’s stomach dropped. “For what?”
“Maddie was kidnapped because of you. Sprained her ankle.” His voice was sharp as a blade. “She cried all night in the hospital. Her
eyes are still swollen. You started this you owe her an apology.”
Savannah let out a short, humorless laugh.
That’s it? A sprained ankle?
“That wasn’t me,” she said, forcing calm through the pressure in her chest. “I just saw the location Madeline posted on her story, and
She cut herself off.
Because she saw it–clearly–in Grayson’s eyes. Anger. Suspicion. A flicker of disgust.
Just like the eight times before. He didn’t believe her.
“Go on,” he sneered. “Keep spinning your little lies. Savannah, your father was the kindest man I ever knew. How the hell did he raise a daughter this vicious?”
It was the first time he’d mentioned her father since the funeral.
And he used it to spit venom at her.
He didn’t give her a second to react. One kick knocked over the bookshelf beside them. Books crashed everywhere.
“You’re not getting out of this. Apologize willingly–or I’ll drag you there myself.”
In the chaos, Madeline suddenly limped in through the door. Her eyes were red, voice trembling. “Grayson, don’t blame Savannah…”
Her lashes fluttered pitifully as tears streamed down her face.
“It’s my fault… I wandered off… This has nothing to do with her…”
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Then–dramatically–she dropped to her knees in front of Savannah.
Grayson’s expression changed in an instant. Eyes red, he shoved Savannah aside and bent down to scoop Madeline into his arms.
She wriggled weakly, whispering, “Grayson… put me down. I should be the one apologizing. It’s all my fault. I ruined everything. I deserve to be punished.‘
He laid her down on the couch–almost tenderly. Then turned around. When his eyes met hers again, they were pure flame. “Happy now, Savannah? Look what you’ve done to her.”
Savannah clenched her blistered hand so hard the pain nearly made her faint. It was the only thing keeping her from crying.
The next second, Grayson yanked her forward, shoving her down by the shoulder. “Get on your knees. Apologize. Say you were wrong- and we’ll let it go.‘
Savannah stiffened, spine straight as steel.
“No?” His voice dropped lower. “Then ten days in the silence chamber. Copy the Doctrine of Obedience by hand.”
She flinched.
Ever since Madeline started vanishing on purpose, Grayson loved locking her in that windowless, candle–lit room. Forced her to transcribe the same damned texts until her fingers cramped.
The darkness, the silence–it carved away pieces of her soul each time.
She only had seven days left before leaving. She couldn’t risk this ruining everything.
Shame crashed over her. Gritting her teeth, she bowed her head low.
“I’m sorry, Miss Rhodes.”
Only then did Madeline offer her hand with a saccharine smile. “Don’t be like that, Savannah. I forgave you ages ago.”
The second Savannah stood, Madeline leaned in close, her voice a venomous whisper against her ear. “Looks like I win. Again.”
Savannah staggered back a step and bent down to pick up her backpack, which had been knocked to the floor during the chaos.
As she reached for it, something slid out of the open zipper and fluttered to the carpet. Her acceptance letter.
Grayson moved fast. Snatched it off the ground and frowned as he looked it over. Then he lifted his eyes to her, expression dark and sharp.
“What the hell is this?”
