Struggling, she could only reach for the cell phone placed on the nightstand.
However, waves of sharp pain struck her, making the cell phone, clearly within reach, seem distant.
Just as Skye Brown bit her lower lip, preparing to force herself up and reach out toward the nightstand—
"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."
The urgent doorbell suddenly rang.
In such a silent and lonely night, the urgent doorbell seemed like a lifeline, letting Skye Brown's high-strung heart finally settle.
Someone came...
No matter who it is, knocking at this time, they must be able to help.
And on the side, Molly Wellington, who was sleeping, was already awakened by the bell.
"Mother... Someone..."
Molly Wellington rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up in bed, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Skye Brown lying in bed, panting heavily with a pale face, drenched in cold sweat.
"Mother!"
