You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The Heath residence.

Otis sat on the couch, lit a cigar and puffed hard.

The ashtray in front of him was filled with cigarette butts.

His face was livid, and his forehead was clearly swollen with veins. All the blood in his body had rushed to his face, and his eyes were as red as a wild animal.

"Asshole!"

Everyone was trembling when they heard his thunderous voice.

"Mr. Robertson, I'm sorry.” Eugene was so frightened that his face was white and he hurriedly knelt on the ground.

“It's been a few days! So many guards! What are you all doing? How dare you let her escape with that Tommy right under your noses!" Otis exploded with anger and stood up violently.

Looking at Eugene, who was already shivering, he was even more angry.

him, mistakes were never

could never be

of Eugene's hand and

few times as he grimaced in pain, gritting his teeth to hold back the sharp pain. The slick sweat rolled down the side of his forehead in

burning flesh and skin came from the back of his hand and the sole of

the routes, plus it rained that night and the rain cleared the traces, so I don't know exactly how they have escaped. So we can never track them

had fled, it was too late. They had already gone away. And, again, we couldn't send people all over the

are

back of which was burnt with a charred hole from the cigar,

Robertson, could it be that they have escaped the city?" Eugene asked, holding

Otis

wouldn't give up yet. Since the bitch dared to escape

he was

should not have sent Tommy to take care of Charlotte closely in order to cover up, and

I don't believe she would just disappear.” Otis bellowed, "You

was not worried about what Charlotte could do to Joyce,

the line and