Chloe Sullivan's heart was filled with panic and rage.
She wished she could brutally hammer that woman to death.
She dared not delay any longer, hurriedly packed the important items, and with trembling hands, she pulled her suitcase along.
"As long as I run overseas, James Thompson will never catch me!" she tried to console herself calmly.
Chloe opened the door of her bedroom when she suddenly heard footsteps from downstairs.
Her heart clenched tightly, and she quickly closed the bedroom door and locked it.
They're coming, they're coming, what to do, what to do.
Chloe scrambled to dial Maxwell Bell on her phone, but after two calls, Maxwell didn't answer.
Despair.
Who else could help her?
Through gritted teeth, she called her stepmother, Maya Chant.
"Stepmother Maya, I'm begging you, please ask Uncle Thompson to help me," she pleaded, her voice growing more and more frantic.