He Locked Me in an Oven for Her, So I Called My Brother to Bury Them Both Chapter 04

He Locked Me in an Oven for Her, So I Called My Brother to Bury Them Both Chapter 04

After Khloe left, Asher frowned tightly, glancing again and again at me, barely alive inside the heat chamber.

He waited and waited. When Khloe still didn’t return, he flew into a rage, “Where is Khloe! Go see what’s taking so long with the key!”

“You two, cut the power! Bring the ambulance in right now!”

He watched the servants scramble in panic, a flicker of pain crossing his eyes.

Moments after the power went out, Khloe hurried back in tears, “Asher, the key… the key is gone…”

Asher’s face turned deathly pale.

He staggered toward Khloe, his voice icy, “Why is it gone? You better not be lying to me!”

Khloe dropped to her knees with a thud, “This heat chamber was custom-made new. Only one key came with it. The servants were cleaning earlier and… threw it away as trash…”

I watched Asher weakly. Ridiculous as it was, he believed that terrible lie.

He sent someone to get a new key made, and spoke to me through the window, “Callie, just hold on a little longer. I’ll get you out soon.”

Seeing the concern in his eyes, Khloe spoke up, “Asher, you invited all my family here to watch Mrs. Brooks apologize to me. They’re still waiting…”

“Now that the power’s already cut off, how about you just let her say sorry, just to give everyone some closure? It doesn’t even have to be sincere.”

Asher looked between the pitiful, obedient Khloe and me, then tapped on the small window. “Callie, you were in the wrong today no matter what. Just say you’re sorry, and I’ll drop this. Okay?”

When I didn’t answer, his voice softened, “Be sweet. Everyone’s waiting for your apology. Say it, and I’ll let you out. Khloe will take good care of you, and I’ll love you well.”

The burning pain and massive blood loss had left me delirious.

I dragged myself up through the pool of blood and wrote on the metal floor with my blood, word by word, “Wyatt… kill them all…”

Khloe’s eyes were filled with contempt, but she spoke in a tearful, wronged voice. “Mrs. Brooks, I know you’ve always been overbearing and arrogant. All I want is a simple apology—just something to give my family a sense of closure. Is that really too much to ask?”

“Besides, your brother was turned into a human stick long ago. You’re all that’s left of the Griffin family. What’s the point of this? If you won’t apologize, even if I want to let you out, my family won’t agree…”

As she finished, her relatives outside began shouting over each other.

“Mrs. Brooks, you need to wake up from your little fantasy. Everyone knows your family was wiped out three years ago. Without Mr. Brooks protecting you, you’d be dead ten times over. Threatening us is ridiculous.”

“Mr. Brooks, if you ask me, your wife is probably just putting on an act. She nearly got Khloe killed this time. If you don’t teach her a real lesson, who knows how badly she’ll bully Khloe in the future?”

“Yeah, Mr. Brooks, don’t let her off easy after what she did!”

Asher rubbed his temples in frustration. When he spoke again, his voice carried a trace of helplessness.

“Callie, your brother is long dead. You’re not a mafia princess anymore. Without me protecting you all these years, you couldn’t even survive. I’m your only support now. Just say you’re sorry, and I’ll let you out right away. All right?”

The heat inside the chamber hadn’t faded, but the baby’s heartbeat was gone forever.

I’d carried that little life for eight months, and I still couldn’t save him.

Tears blurred my eyes. I was broken with grief.

I had no strength to answer. I hung my head and wrote the final word on the floor: [Never.]

Asher’s face darkened. “Callie, think carefully. No one can save you except me!”

As soon as he spoke, a loud bang echoed. A bullet grazed the top of his head.

With a sharp roar, a team of mercenaries carrying Type 56 submachine guns stormed in.

A cold, sharp voice came from behind him.

“Who says no one can save her?”