Sweet Twins Indulge in Daddy's Love

Charles felt his anxiety burning him from the inside out. He had reached the end of his tether and no longer had the patience to play Fannie's games. "Where is Nancy?" he demanded menacingly as he grabbed her collar.

Fannie chuckled at his evident distress. "Mr. Fu, you're a funny one. I didn't know you had it in you to make those kinds of jokes. Why are you asking me where your girlfriend is?" She made a show of turning around and asked, "Mom, have you seen sister Nancy?"

Charles wanted to wring her throat at the sound of her sickly sweet voice.

Jill hurried outside. "Oh, Mr. Fu, it's you. Nancy hasn't come back yet. If you're looking for her, you came to the wrong place. She has only been home for a few days since she came back. I am at fault as her mother...

She cast her eyes downward, feigning shame.

Charles saw right through her little act. He knew that all this was a farce.

"I see. So you don't want to tell me," he said, his voice low and cold. His temper was at its tipping point.

Fannie felt a chill crawl through her skin and her eyes widened with fear as they met his. His whole presence spoke of a silent threat. Even with her knees buckling from under her, she refused to acquiesce. "Mr. Fu, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but I can't! I really don't know where she is!"

"She's right. We don't know anything!" Jill quickly echoed.

Charles' hands tightened their grip on Fannie's collar and he brought his face at her eye level. "Do not test me. I promise you, you won't like it," he hissed, one of his hand closing in dangerously around her throat.

"I really... I don't know!" Fear coursed through Fannie as she felt the pressure on her throat, but her hatred for Nancy outweighed even the threat to her own life. She struggled in his grip and insisted, "Mr. Fu, I'm telling the truth!"

Jill knew that Charles did not spout empty warnings. As she looked at the hand that was around Fannie's neck, her alarm rose.

"Mr. Fu, we really didn't see her. If we did, we would tell you!" Jill cried out.

Charles' grip only tightened.

Fannie's breathing came in desperate gulps as she continued to thrash in his hands.

Jill shook where she stood, rooted in her own fear at the sight of Charles' anger.

She did not dare come near. A woman vicious down to her bones, she was unwilling to let go of her personal vendetta on Nancy even as her daughter's life was slowly get choked out of her, breath by breath. In her mind, she was still considering her options.

If Charles never found out, he wouldn't kill her. Not without evidence.

Fannie wouldn't die, and Nancy would still be punished.

What she failed to think of was that Charles was quickly losing reason.

The thought of Nancy in danger threw him in a frenzy, and he would accept no compromise.

He was indifferent to the thought of killing the woman in front of him.

Fannie was gulping for air. She wanted to shout for help, but her voice was trapped in her throat.

"Oh, my God! What are you doing? Your daughter is gasping for breath and you're just watching there like a fool!" Clark shouted at Jill angrily.

At first, Clark had thought that Charles would leave if he couldn't find Nancy here. He couldn't have been more wrong. As he looked at his tight grasp around Fannie's neck, he knew that Charles wouldn't take no for an answer. It was a dreadful scene, but what he found most appalling was that Jill kept on insisting on having her way even at the cost of her own daughter's life. Seeing life almost drained out of Fannie's face, he knew he had to take action himself.

"Mr. Fu, let go of her..."

he said, pushing the wheelchair. "Let go of her. I'll tell you!" He grasped his hand and pleaded when Charles didn't move, "Nancy is in the basement. The door is not locked. Go to the basement and you will find her there!"

Charles shoved Fannie aside and ran down to the basement.

Fannie fell to the ground like a withered leaf.

"Fannie..." Seeing her fall to the ground seemed to have brought Jill to her senses. She rushed up to Fannie's side and burst into tears.

"Clark, we don't have the money yet. Why did you tell Charles? What are we going to do now?" Jill cried out as she shook.

"Money! Is that all you know? If I didn't tell him, Charles would have killed your daughter. Is money really more important than Fannie's life? What a mother! Even animals know better than you!" Clark cursed. "I... How could you say that to me? You bastard!" Jill screamed at him.

The basement was not difficult to find. It was on the side of the villa.

Charles was rushing to Nancy. He ran as fast as his feet could carry him, his thoughts running wild with whatever dreadful scenario he would arrive to.

As soon as he walked down, he heard Nancy moaning.

"Nancy, where are you?" Charles called out.

Nancy's head was heavy. She felt as if she was surrounded by fog. Where was she? Her surroundings were slowly growing dim as she felt her eyes growing heavier. "Hot.Jt's so hot..." she murmured. Cold shivers ran all over her even when her body was burning.

Sleep. She wanted to sleep.

"Oh..." Nancy faintly heard someone calling her name, but she could barely keep her eyes open.

Then, a burst of pain pulsed in her shoulder. She groped blindly for something, anything solid to grasp on, but her hands only touched air.

"Charles..." In the haze of this heat, she called out his name.

"Nancy!" Charles had almost tripped over his own steps in his hurry to get to her.

She was curled over herself, her clothes in a disarray. She was moaning weakly as her arms wrapped around herself.

"Nancy!" Charles picked her up and clutched her form to his chest, wanting desperately to feel her heartbeat.

Like an injured animal, Nancy wrapped her limp arms around his neck, still calling out his name.

Her grip was growing more feeble, but she held on as much as she could. She was afraid that if she let go of him, Charles would disappear.

"Who... Who are you? Are you Charles?" she croaked.

"Yes, it's me. I'm here. Do you hear me, Nancy? You're okay now." He pressed a soft fear-laced kiss on her hot forehead and hurriedly carried her to the exit of the basement. But at this time, the door of the basement suddenly slammed shut.

"Give me the money, Charles. That is, if you want you and Nancy to live. Otherwise, this basement will be your grave. Ha-ha..." Jill's wicked laugh rang in the cold basement. Then, there were clicking noises that came from outside.

"Jill, open the door!" Charles reached out his hand and pulled at the door, only to find that it had been locked.

"Charles, please help me... Charles..." Nancy was breathing heavily, swaying in Charles' arms.

He dreaded separating from her, but he was left with no choice. He put her back down in the corner.

"Nancy, just wait a little more. I'll open the door and take you out of here. Can you do that for me?" Charles said comfortingly.

"No, I want to be with you..." As she spoke, she clutched at Charles's arm and begged, "Please, Charles. Please don't leave..."

"I'm not leaving, but we can't stay here. Jill will kill us, so we have to leave as soon as possible. Wait for me, okay? I'll be back, I promise." Charles kissed her hand and pulled away from her. "Jill, if you want money, I'll give you however much you want, but you have to open the door now!" he shouted to the door.