Katelyn’s dilated pupils slowly began to focus, regaining clarity.

She recognized the soothing tone from her dream; it belonged to none other than Vincent, who was now watching her with a gaze filled with concern.

Struggling to gather her thoughts, Katelyn slowly shook her head. Her mind was still shrouded in fog, and her limbs felt weak.

Vincent quickly moved to her side, pouring her a glass of water with care. She took a few sips, the cold liquid soothing her parched throat and easing her raspy voice.

As she looked around the room, she asked, “Where am I?”

Vincent took the glass back, his concern unwavering. “We’re still aboard the ship. It will dock by nightfall. I’ll call for the doctors to check on you again then.”

Katelyn’s mind flooded with vivid memories of the previous night. As she parted her lips to ask more questions, her gaze fell on the deep shadows beneath Vincent’s tired eyes.

“Did you stay up all night?” she asked, realizing with a jolt that there was only one bed in the room and a small chair beside it.

Had Vincent truly spent the night there, keeping vigil over her?

The chair, clearly meant for a child, would have been far from comfortable for someone of his size. Vincent pressed his lips into a thin line and softly said, “I’m fine. The only thing that matters is that you’re awake.”

Katelyn instinctively clenched her fists as the terrifying image of Cormac from the previous night resurfaced, haunting her like a relentless nightmare.

Taking a deep breath, she quickly recognized that Vincent’s concern was far from superficial—it was deeply genuine, etched in every line of his face.

His eyes told no lies.

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Yet, Cormac’s cryptic words, coupled with the mysterious origin of the key, continued to linger in Katelyn’s mind, an unsettling enigma that refused to fade. She needed answers and decided to confront him directly.

“How did Cormac acquire the key to my room? He claimed that you offered me to him as part of the arrangement for the resort project.”

A shiver of apprehension flickered in Vincent’s eyes. “How could I possibly exploit you as a bargaining chip? It was just a project. I’ve already conducted a thorough investigation into the key matter. He possesses a master key, which grants him unrestricted access to any room.”

Vincent’s anger toward Cormac intensified, simmering beneath the surface like a volcano poised to erupt. It was evident that Cormac had meticulously premeditated this scheme, preparing the master key to bide his time until the opportune moment.

Katelyn’s eyes darkened, and a fierce animosity ignited within her, transforming them into stormy pools of fury.

“So that’s the situation. I refuse to let him escape the consequences of his actions.”

Since Cormac had become her waking nightmare, she resolutely decided to confront him and put an end to it herself.

Vincent regarded her with a complex expression—concern, admiration, and something unspoken hanging in the air. True empathy had always been elusive between them, never fully manifesting in their interactions.

Although he harbored deep concern for her, he could not truly comprehend the terror she had faced in the presence of such a monstrous adversary. What he could imagine was just a fraction of the harrowing ordeal that Katelyn had bravely endured.

Despite the tumultuous events that had transpired, including Cormac’s nefarious provocation, Katelyn chose to place her trust in him without hesitation.

To Vincent, that unwavering trust was the most invaluable treasure in the world, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos—irreplaceable by any sum of money, transcending all material wealth.

“This is my responsibility. I refuse to let you face any more danger,” Vincent declared earnestly, as if swearing his very existence to the promise.

Katelyn shook her head, her voice raspy and filled with exhaustion, a profound sense of helplessness lacing her words.

“You cannot shoulder all the blame. No one could have anticipated that he would possess a master key.”

Perhaps from the moment they boarded the ship, Cormac had already set his predatory sights on her. Even if she hadn’t been his intended target, it seemed inevitable that other women would eventually fall victim to his insidious trap.

Katelyn couldn’t shake the memory of the spray in his hand, a chilling reminder of his menacing intentions. Over the years, countless women must have been irrevocably broken by his callous actions.

Hell seemed empty, and all its devils had gathered in this very place.

At that moment, a sudden knock interrupted her thoughts. “Vincent,” came Jaxen’s voice from outside.

“Come in,” Vincent replied.

Jaxen hurriedly entered the room. Upon realizing Katelyn had awakened, a flicker of profound relief shone in his eyes.

“Master, you’re finally awake!” His voice was filled with excitement.

But before the words had fully left his mouth, guilt and remorse replaced the joy in his expression.

“This is all my fault. I never realized that scumbag had secretly made a master key.”

Katelyn shook her head again. Whether it was Vincent’s or Jaxen’s guilt weighing heavily on them, she knew the blame didn’t rest with them. The person who truly deserved to pay was that contemptible scumbag, Cormac.

Katelyn’s voice was low as she asked, “Where is he now? I want to see him.”

Jaxen hesitated for a moment, casting a brief glance at Vincent. When Vincent remained silent, Jaxen finally nodded solemnly.

“He’s in a terrible state. You need to prepare yourself.”

“Alright,” Katelyn replied quietly, her resolve firm.

Katelyn followed behind them, but despite Jaxen’s warning, when she finally saw the scene in the basement, a jolt of shock surged through her, leaving her momentarily speechless.

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