Day Eighty-Eight…
"Ethan is your biological son."
Jane froze upon hearing Monica say those words. Was she telling the truth? Or was this kind of another mind game?
It took her a few moments before Monica's words sunk in. "What the hell are you talking about?" Jane asked her in disbelief.
Monica burst out laughing when she noticed that Jane's strong facade crumbled right in front of her. She knew it. Jane would show her weakness when it came to people she loved. Jane's puzzlement was evident on her face.
"Stop messing with me, Monica!" Jane's voice trembled with a mix of anger and confusion.
"Why are you saying that Ethan is my son?" she tugged at the handcuffs that restrained her wrists, her heart beating rapidly at the mere thought of Ethan being her biological son.