With him by her side, a comforting warmth spread through her.

At the address Helga sent, Lilah found herself in front of a rough-looking building.

She stepped inside with a suitcase and phoned Helga in the lobby.

"I'm in the lobby. Where are you at?"

"Go up to the second floor, keep going. I'll be in the last room,"

Helga said and peered out the window, spotting a car but no police cars, breathing a sigh of relief.

She turned around, heading toward Jerrold.

Excitement tingled through her as she anticipated a reunion with her daughter soon.

Once the money was in her hands, Helga pictured a smooth future with wealth and respect.

The thought brought her joy and she reveled in visions of her prosperous life ahead.

In due time, she'd settle the score with Lilah, wiping away her disgrace.

Heading up to the second floor, a chilly breeze from the window gave Lilah uncontrollable shivers.

Turning around, she strolled down the corridor.

At the corridor's end, the moment Lilah pushed the door open and stepped in, she found Jerrold tied to a cold chair.

Her heart tightened at the sight of her son in pain.

“Jerrold, Mom's here."

Hearing this, Jerrold wearily opened his eyes and gazed at Lilah.

When he realized his mother was truly there, he weakly uttered, "Mom...

Mom."

When she heard her son's feeble voice, Lilah's eyes welled up.

"Jerrold, don't worry. I'll get you out of this."

Helga felt disappointed and furious seeing Lilah enter alone, without Adaline.

Her face twisted with anger, convinced Lilah had deceived her.

In a loud inquiry, she demanded, “Where's Adaline? Why isn't she with you? Are you trying to trick me?"