Chapter 109. One in a Million

He knew the kind of trauma Emerald had endured before with Mr. Santos, and he couldn't bear the thought of her being put through it again. Her condition was fragile, and if she were triggered again, the consequences could be catastrophic.

When Emerald regained consciousness, her mind was hazy.

She vaguely recalled the moments before she blacked out—someone had pressed a towel over her nose, and she lost consciousness almost immediately.

A faint male voice broke through the fog in her mind: "You're awake..."

Emerald's body felt weak, likely still affected by the drug they had given her. The darkness around her was complete, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

The man's voice was distorted, hoarse, as if intentionally altered to mask its original sound.

The air around her was thick with a pungent, musty smell, combined with the sharp stench of chemicals. Her body was pressed against something hard, and her palms rested on a cold, unforgiving surf