"Nathan Johnson, come back!" Crossley Gibson shouted, her eyes bloodshot, struggling but unable to break free.
But she was not discouraged, twisting her body desperately.
The bodyguards didn't want to hurt her and could only knock her unconscious before leaving...
When Crossley Gibson woke up again, it was already the next morning. She didn't waste a second, grabbed her purse and phone, and rushed out of the house.
Her head was still a bit dizzy, and she knew Nathan Johnson wouldn't harm her daughter, but she still dashed all the way downstairs.
She was worried that Raleigh would cry. Since her birth, except for those few days she was held at the police station, they hadn't been apart. Not to mention, back then, Alin was with her. Now she was surrounded by strangers, which would surely frighten her!
Crossley Gibson flagged down a taxi on the street and headed directly to Lowe City...
