The night was dark, clouds covered the stars, lightning flashed across the sky, and a storm suddenly arrived.
Isabella Weaver was drenched in the icy rain, the piercing cold woke her from a daze, and she struggled to open her eyes.
A bright light immediately shone at her, blinding her eyes so she couldn't see anything.
"Sister, you're awake."
A delicate voice laughed: "It's true that the wheel turns, now it's my turn to kidnap you! Hahaha, I'm going to starve you too!"
It took Isabella Weaver a while for her vision to return to normal: "Ella Weaver?"
"It's me, Isabella, you've been kidnapped! Hurry and call your husband, tell him to come save you!"
Ella Weaver held an umbrella, standing in the storm, her shoes completely soaked without caring, completely immersed in the thrill of revenge.
