Inject to death

Widening her eyes and mouth in shock, "Aunt Elsa did this to you? Oh my God." Holding her hand, "come with me, I need to take you to the hospital now."

Retrieving her hand, "no no, I don't want to go to the hospital." She cried.

"Phoebe, you need to go to the hospital now. You are losing blood and also out of strength." Bianca stated.

Vigorously nodding her head, "no Aunt, I don't want to go to the hospital. My mom will inject me to death." She cried.

Taking a deep breath, bianca sighed. "Okay fine, I promise not to take you to your mom's hospital."

"You promise?"

"Yes I promise." Holding her hand, "now let me take you somewhere else where you'll be treated." Bianca said and took Phoebe along with her.

....

2:40pm

Alex and Isobel's apartment

"Have you seen her yet?"

"Hell no, I haven't seen her yet."

"Wait a minute, where the hell is she right now?"

"Alex I have no idea where she is right now. Elsa almost killed my daughter and now she's–– I am fucking fustrated right now, I don't know where to start from."

"What? Elsa almost did what? Hold on a sec, what happened?"

"I can't explain it on the phone, just come over to my place and let's look for my daughter."

"Okay, I'll be right there in fifteen minutes." Alex said and hung up the call.

Walking towards him, "honey, what's it?" Isobel inquired quizzically.

"Phoebe is missing." He replied and started walking out of the mansion.

Throwing her hands in her mouth, "huh?" Turning around, "baby wait for me, am coming with you." She said and dashed out of the mansion.

....

2:57pm

Anderson Corporation Group

Justin's office

"What's up with bianca? She's not picking my calls?" Justin complained.

"Maybe she's busy or something."

Scrunching his brows, "busy? Ryan no matter how busy bianca is, she never ignore my calls."

"Or did someone else, gave her a fake pregnancy test report again." Ryan whispered.

Staring at him with bloodshot eyes, "Ryan, better watch it. Mind your language, I won't mind you are my brother. Before breaking your face."

Lifting his hands up, "okay, gat it. Am sorry." Putting his hands down, "but come to think of it, what is she busy doing, that she couldn't pick your calls?"

Tossing the document aside, he brushed his hands on his face, "I seriously have no idea. I texted her and she's not replying." Glancing at his watch, he sighed. "It's almost three o'clock, and she's not here yet."

"What is important about the call?"