"You will never claim my mother again!" Freya shouted as she glared at Ythan.
 "When you said that, it's like you said that she doesn't love you," Ythan said with a laugh. He walked up to Freya and pulled her hair. "Thank yourself because you look exactly like your mother and thank me for not touching you. If I were you, I would just keep my mouth shut." He touched Freya's lips and played with them.
 Freya could not understand what Ythan had done. Her eyes widened when she saw his face getting closer and closer to hers. "Don't you dare touch me!" she said weakly but firmly.
 Ythan laughed out loud. "Don't worry, I didn't taste some leftovers unless you're Rhea." He turned his back on Freya.
 "Psychopath," Freya whispered.
 Ythan's ears perked up at what he heard. He faced Freya again and squeezed her jaw hard. "What did you say?" he asked.
 "I said, YOU ARE A PSYCHOPATH!" Freya said smiling. Later, her face became serious again. She received a strong slap from Ythan. She bit her lower lip and blew the strands of hair that blocked her face after he slapped her.
 Ythan immediately knelt in front of Freya. "I'm so sorry, Rhea. I didn't mean it," he said worriedly. He fixed her hair and touched both of her cheeks.
 Freya slowly let out a loud laugh causing the unconscious Jackson to wake up. Her laughter echoed in the room. She then shook her head. "The screw in your brain is too loose. You need immediate relief," she said with a smile.
 Ythan returned to his senses. He left Freya speechless and quickly walked towards where Jackson was. Jackson was only about five inches away from Freya.
 Freya's gaze followed Ythan. A look of great concern appeared on her face. She never thought Jackson would put himself in such a situation. She did everything to get Ythan's attention but she failed.
 Ythan knelt down to look at the crouching Jackson. When he saw his face, he burst out laughing. "I'm more handsome than you, now," he said.
 Jackson could not move his hands and feet because Ythan's staff tied him tightly to the chair. He tried to look at Ythan despite his bumpy eyes. A smile appeared on his lips. "Satanàs is right in front of me. Am I dead? Are you going to pick me up?" he said jokingly.
 Ythan's smile faded from his face. He raised one eyebrow. He stood up and then squeezed Jackson's bleeding arm hard.
 Jackson screamed in pain.
 Freya was immediately concerned. She didn't know how she could help Jackson. Whatever she insults Ythan, he ignores it. 'What will I do? Jackson might die from what Ythan is doing to him,' she thought.
 "The next time you say something bad about me, I'm going to bury you alive," Ythan threatened Jackson.
 Jackson spat on the floor and smiled. "Just wait, Mr. Marcus. I'll take you to hell myself," he whispered.
 Ythan walked over to where Freya was. He brought his mouth close to her ear. "Just a few more hours and you will see your mother. Are you willing to come with us tomorrow to Croatia?" he whispered.
 Freya just glared at Ythan.
 "I'll leave you here for now. I have to shower and get dressed. I'm going to make myself presentable for my wife. I miss her so much," Ythan said with a smile before leaving the room.
 When Ythan left, Freya tried to jump in Jackson's direction. She tried to lift the chair tied to him.
 "Freya, what are you doing?" Jackson asked.
 "I'll come to you. I'll help you," said Freya while sitting on the chair.
 "Stop it. You'll only get hurt. You might fall to the floor. If you're worried about me, no need. I'm fine." Jackson coughed.
 "HA!" Freya played with her tongue and then looked at Jackson with a forced smile. "I don't know where you're saying you're okay." Freya looked up because she felt that her tears were about to fall. She felt sorry for what happened to Jackson at the hands of Ythan and his crew. "I can't believe you're still lying even if the evidence is already visible," she said.
 "Do you feel sorry for my situation?" Jackson laughed.
 "You still laugh?" Freya said in disbelief. "Are you numb? Can't you feel the pain in your body? Your face is almost covered in blood! What are you? Have you swallowed a lot of painkillers or... or been injected with a lot of anesthesia? Jackson! Stop talking bad for Ythan. Have mercy on yourself!" Freya tried to remove the ties from her hands and feet but as usual, she was still frustrated.
 "It's good to know that you're worried about me too," Jackson smiled.
 "What do you think of me? With a heart of stone?" Freya said irritably. "Why are you still planning to escape? You're doomed. I wish you'd just let me go. That crazy person can't hurt me!"
 Jackson spat on the floor. "I can't turn a blind eye to your situation, Freya. You probably know how important you are to me." He looked away. He turned his eyes to Ythan's sleeping staff. Its single bed is close to the direction of the door. "The truth is, I can't feel the pain in my body much now because…the pain dominates here." He pointed to his chest where his heart was.
 Freya couldn't speak immediately. She took a deep breath and then looked at Jackson. She was almost surprised when she saw that he was staring at her. She looked away.
 "I'm sorry if I can't choose you over your half-brother, Jackson. We have Yael and…and I lo–"
 "And you love him. I know, it's been a long time." Jackson laughed. "I don't know, when I come to you, I lose all the contents of my brain. You have become the center of my heart and mind. It's funny, isn't it? The saying is true...love makes you feel stupid and blind."
 "Jackson," Freya whispered. She frowned when she saw tears falling from Jackson's eyes. "Are you crying?" she even asked if the answer to her question was too obvious.
 "I'm sorry. I have to let go of these fucking tears." Jackson sniffed. "Freya," he said.
 "Oh?" said Freya.
 "Perhaps, you already know the truth about the incident when we were children. Even though I was not the one who caused the fire, I admit that what I did was still wrong. I held too much from the anger I felt. I felt so betrayed back then. It's like I was robbed. Actually, it's not just me if it's for my mom as well. I was too young to witness that kind of affair. Do you know that I didn't do anything then but do my best, just so papa will be proud of me?" Jackson laughed. "I got so busy pleasing other people that I almost forgot how to please myself. I didn't even know myself back then. I was like a puppet. I was like a dry desert thirsty for raindrops. I was thirsty for attention and love."
 Freya didn't realize she was crying.
 Jackson sighed. "Do you know that I almost committed suicide? I suffered from depression for a very long time and I have no one to talk to. My father's busy with his mistresses. My mother's not around because she was abroad… fighting a severe illness. Drowning that I was filled with sadness and anger until I realized that there was no point in living anymore. Thank you for coming at a time when I desperately needed someone to talk to."
 Freya's eyebrows met. "What do you mean?" she asked in surprise.
 "You saved me that day...Freya. Thank you for giving me your handkerchief and for telling me that it's okay to cry even though I'm a man. You gave me your ears and your time. You gave me hope. Above all, you are my reason to continue living." Jackson bowed. He is crying. "It's a pity that I didn't find and recognize you right away. It was too late when I realized that you were the girl I was looking for all along."
 "I can't remember it. I have no idea what you're talking about,” Freya said in disbelief.
 Jackson nodded softly. "Maybe, we're not really meant for each other. We were only brought together to help each other...to be friends. I don't even know if you'll accept me as a friend." Jackson sobbed. "I'm so sorry, Freya. I was too wild and selfish. Forgive me if I managed to kidnap and…and…if I managed to make an attempt to end your child's life."
 Suddenly, Freya's chest tightened until she too cried loudly.
 "HEY! YOU TWO! STOP YOUR DRAMA! SOMEONE'S SLEEPING HERE OH! IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP, I'LL SILENCE YOU FOR LIFE!" shouted one of Ythan's men furiously.
 Freya and Jackson never spoke again. Both their brains went blank. They don't know what to say next to each other.