Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 945

Chapter 945

Her breath caught. “A slave?”

Jace nodded, the weight of the word pressing into the room.

“I was used for drug trials—day after day. I was a tool. They didn’t care about pain or damage. I was just data to them.”

His voice didn’t waver, but the pain was there, buried in every syllable.

Rhea couldn’t imagine it. This strong, composed man—once stripped of autonomy, of dignity.

“How did you escape?”