The Hummer military vehicle sped along, heading straight for the Heath family.
On the other hand, the Warner residence.
Stephanie lay curled up on the floor, unable to say a word now that her tongue was completely out of her control.
She felt incomparable remorse, or fear. Charlotte was such a terrible woman, ambitious, ruthless, cruel, and evil. If the Warner family should fall into the hands of Charlotte they would be completely finished.
But it was too late, and there was nothing she could do to change it all.
What to do? Just die, waiting for Joyce to be framed by Charlotte, waiting for the Warner family to fall into the hands of that vicious woman?
Right now, what else was there for her to do?
She used all her strength. Her body was paralyzed and could barely move. Only her arms and fingers had a trace of feeling.
Suddenly, she seemed to think of something and a glimmer of hope flashed in her mind.
She raised her eyes to the bedside table, stretched out her arm and approached the door extremely slowly, little by little, little by little, as if a lifetime had passed, and she finally opened the door.
At this point, the numbness seemed to creep to her arms already.
Her head was covered in sweat, and it took almost all her life's strength and all her will to produce her will and a pen.
She just needed to wait a little longer, just a little longer!
She kept trying, and her gradually stiffening fingers could barely hold the pencil.
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