632 Begging for mercy

"Creak," a door was pushed open, and a blond-haired, blue-eyed woman walked in from outside.

The woman was none other than Paula Crawford.

Flanking her were two bodyguards, both Westerners, and larger and more imposing than most Easterners.

One of the bodyguards hurried to a solitary chair in the center of the room and dusted off the surface.

Paula Crawford sat down with an air of arrogance.

Her blue eyes turned to Evelyn Crawford, leaning against the wall, "Olivia, are you awake? Granny has come to see you."

Evelyn Crawford remained motionless, her head drooping against the wall. Her wounds had been treated, but new injuries had been chafed on her wrists and ankles by the iron shackles.

The shackles were stained with splotches of blood.

Paula Crawford called out again, "Olivia."

Hearing Paula Crawford's voice, Evelyn Crawford came to.

She coughed painfully, lifted her eyes to Paula Crawford, and hesitated for a moment, uncertain whether to feel happy or afraid.