Alfred : You Can't Take My Mother!

Beatrix gripped the handle of the frying pan firmly. At least she and Wendy managed to infiltrate the soup kitchen and take a flat frying pan as a means of their defense. Meanwhile, Wendy continued to follow her, squeezing Beatrix's clothes tightly.

"Beatrix, what are we going to do if we run into her? I'm so scared."

Wendy stuttered a little. She was still pressing the wound. At least, Wendy's wound had been bandaged by Beatrix, with the patchwork she found in the kitchen.

"Shhh..! Keep your voice down. What if she can hear us? What if she can hear us? I didn't expect this thing to happen again." Beatrix whispered very quietly. Even Wendy had to be very close to Beatrix and directing them towards the main room.

"You should have locked it earlier. Currently, Mrs. Vivian could be anywhere," Beatrix said even more quietly.

"I've called, Doctor Mike. He should be here soon," Continue Beatrix.

"Trang..!"