Did he care for me for real?

Chapter 23.

Ivery's POV.

The screen on my phone went dark, the familiar glow of light fading to black. I pressed the power button, hoping to bring it back to life. But it was no use. The battery was dead, and I was left in the dark. I felt a sense of panic, a feeling of being disconnected from the world.

I rushed out of my room, my feet pounding on the hardwood floor as I ran for the living room. I reached for the remote control, my fingers fumbling as I struggled to find it. I finally grabbed it, turning on the TV with shaking hands. The screen flickered to life, the familiar glow of light filling the room. I exhaled a sigh of relief.

As I clicked through the channels, I suddenly stopped, my eyes fixed on the screen. There was Franco, his face filled with anger, his voice loud and commanding.

He was surrounded by a sea of people, all of them hanging on his every word. I watched, transfixed, trying to make sense of what was happening.

“In five minutes, if my wife isn't out of that