Chapter 700:
Yesterday, Millie had mentioned that Ari loved her alpaca plush, and Myron had clearly remembered—because now he had brought home a real one. Knowing how Myron liked his animals well-fed, she pictured an alpaca grown round and fluffy, which made her laugh under her breath.
The car continued toward the kindergarten.
Once it arrived, it pulled into the lot and waited while Millie headed inside. It was the end of the school day, and the street outside was alive with parents and children.
Her bag rested on her shoulder as she made her way through the crowd. A sudden vibration in her pocket made her stop. The screen showed an unfamiliar number.
She hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to pick up. Before she could decide, a hand clamped over her mouth and yanked her backward.
Her body twisted violently as she fought against the grip.
She tried to shout, but she had just walked past a narrow side street while checking her phone, and now she was being dragged into its empty shadows without anyone noticing.
Her pulse spiked, fear flooding her veins.
Who could it be?
Was this the same person who had once tried to run her down?
Sweat chilled her skin until she felt soaked.
The raw ache of losing her child after the accident struck her again, sharp enough to make her chest feel like it was tearing apart.
One of her hands fumbled for her phone to dial 911, while the other clawed at the wall, desperate to slow her attacker’s pull.
The attacker pulled the phone right out of Millie’s grasp, and in that fleeting moment, she fought back with every ounce of strength, nearly breaking free from his hold.
Just as she was about to bolt, his arm shot around her waist again, hauling her up and forcing her deeper into the side street.
𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘁: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝖼𝗈𝗺
“Mm!”
Millie strained to let out a cry, but his hand smothered her mouth, leaving only muffled sounds to escape. What was she supposed to do now?
Terror clawed at her, making it hard to think straight.
She kicked, twisted, and clawed, yet he clung to her like iron shackles.
His strength dwarfed hers, keeping her locked in his grip.
Everything blurred in her vision until she felt herself shoved into the back of a car.
“Drive.”
The command came in a voice she knew all too well, and when she turned her head, Brandon’s face met her eyes.
“Brandon!”
Her temper snapped, and she swung her hand toward him.
But he caught her wrist mid-swing, trapping her in an unyielding hold that no amount of struggling could break.
“Let me go!” Millie shouted, her glare sharp enough to cut glass.
Brandon, however, didn’t budge, pressing her down against the seat until she could barely move.
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