?<strong>Chapter 812:</strong>


    Hector, desperate for any sign of hope, didn’t hesitate.


    He believed her instantly.


    “Where’s my mom?” he asked, his voice filled with eagerness.


    “Come with me.” The woman didn’t answer his question, just turning to leave.


    Hector didn’t even think about questioning her.


    He just followed, his eyes fixed on her back.


    They reached a car waiting at the entrance.


    Hector looked inside, hoping for a glimpse of her—his mom—but there was no sign of her.


    The car rolled forward, taking him to a ce he didn’t know.


    The woman led him into an old, rundown building.


    They went down a narrow set of stairs into a basement.


    Still, his mother was nowhere to be found.


    “Where’s my mom?” Hector’s voice shook as he asked.


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    “She’ll be here soon,” the woman replied tly.


    Hector didn’t argue.


    He had no choice but to wait.


    The woman turned and closed the door behind her, plunging him into darkness.


    Hector stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do.


    After a few seconds, he sank to the cold floor.


    The darkness pressed down on him.


    The longer he sat there, the heavier it felt.


    Fear crept up, tightening around his chest.


    He couldn’t stay still any longer.


    He needed to move.


    Slowly, he stood up, his hands outstretched, trying to find the door.


    But in the pitch-ck room, he bumped into everything—the rough walls, the sharp edges of furniture—and each collision sent a jolt of pain through his body.


    “Mom!” he cried out, his voice breaking.


    “Mom, where are you? I’m sorry, please,e out! Mom!”


    His words bounced off the walls, but there was no reply.


    His yelling must have reached the woman outside.


    The door creaked open, and she stepped in, her eyes narrowing at him.


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