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."

looked the picture of obedience, seemingly taking her words to heart, and

head

moment's thought, ruffled her hair

sneered inwardly; she wanted to swat

a point to change into all-black attire and put on a cap,

inside, without a

from the Haskins

to Zoey.

saw Zoey, bundled up in a down jacket, coming

the steering wheel tightly, feeling a surge of bloodlust rising within

it would

approached the back of the car and

checked the license plate, she recognized it as the one Fitch

back door was locked, so she

the door and sat down, the locks clicked and the

but she was still weak from a fever and the stress Fitch

her through.

was burning, and in her daze, she heard a

it all ends, Zoey. It's up to my brother whether he saves

a beat, and before she could process it, she saw the car

young girl, was sent

over her three times, ensuring there was no

car sped off, heading back

Fitch, who

I've hit someone

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

a brief silence before Fitch asked in a dark

a young girl. No idea who she was. There are three cop

worse, and Grandpa will get sick. You've got

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

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