Chapter 182: A mother’s anger

As she cradled him, Chloe made a silent vow to shield him from the darkness that had infiltrated their lives. The room, once a symbol of confinement, now bore witness to a mother’s unwavering determination to protect her child. With her son nestled against her, Chloe hurriedly made her way out of the room. The cries that had filled the space now seemed to dissipate in the face of the reassurance that emanated from his mother’s embrace. The corridor, once a foreboding path, now became a conduit for their escape from the shadows. The room, typically adorned with toys and laughter, now seemed dim and foreboding. In the corner, little Harry sat in a darkened space, his small figure bathed in shadows. The sudden realization that her son had been confined in this dim enclave ignited a fierce protectiveness within Chloe. “Harry.” Chloe’s voice wavered with a mix of shock and concern. She called him but he was only whimpering. The air in the room seemed heavy with tension as Chloe cradled