She didn't know how to reply, so when he send a text to inform her of the license plate number, she just typed a single word.

[ok.]

She wondered whether he was going to let her off the hook or keep tormenting her, and she felt he owed her skind of heads-

up.

While her gaze landed on the card lying on the nightstand, she couldn't help but scoff at herself.

Meanwhile, Fitch had returned with a glass of water just as Sharon finished a phone call.

He picked up his phone and casually scrolled through it, confirming it was a call to Grandpa.

Mia had finished sending a text and deleting the record within twenty seconds.

Little did Fitch know that his sister was teetering on the edge of madness.

Sharon took a sip of water and sighed.

"You're working late tonight, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry for making you worried. I'm fine."

With that saying, she turned to Mia, "Mia, you should head back. Take care of yourself and don't let what happened today happen

again."

"Mom, I'm sorry."

obedience, seemingly taking her words to heart, and Fitch let out a sigh of

head

moment's thought, ruffled

swat away his hand but restrained

attire and put on a cap, then drove straight

inside, without a single

one from the Haskins family fleet,

to Zoey.

she saw Zoey, bundled

wheel tightly, feeling a surge of bloodlust rising

would

the back of the car

the license plate, she recognized it as the one

door was locked, so she moved to the passenger

down, the

wasn't until they gained speed that she felt something was off, but she was still weak from a fever and the stress Fitch had

her through.

burning, and in her daze,

to my brother whether he saves

before she could process it, she saw the car plowing toward

girl, was sent flying on

her three times, ensuring there was no breath left in

heading back

Fitch, who was oblivious to what

I've hit someone with the

was eerily calm; the script she'd prepared was played out as

brief silence before Fitch asked in a dark tone, "Have you lost

idea who she was. There are three cop cars chasing me, and Zoey's in the

will get worse, and Grandpa will get sick. You've got one option: make Zoey take the fall. Tell the

the person. Only this way you can save me. Hit-and-run isn't

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