"Chantelle, help me, please! I'll owe you a favor if you do!" Kate begged, and her eyes looked at Chantelle's face.
She knew she was humiliating herself, but the one woman she despised the most was now her only chance to escape.
"Ms. Chantelle, this is a personal matter. I suggest you stay out of it," Steve said before Chantelle could respond.
Chantelle glanced at the stump where Steve's hand used to be. With a regretful sigh, she turned to Kate.
"Ms. Kate, I'm so sorry, but Mr. Walter is no longer under the Charity Association's care. I'm afraid I can't help you," she said with a hesitant, apologetic look.
Steve took this as approval and yanked Kate toward the back door.
"You… you're working together? Chantelle, you'll pay for this!" Kate shrieked in a sharp and grating voice.
Chantelle's expression darkened. Stepping forward, she placed a firm hand on Kate's shoulder.