"Help…" Scarlett spoke with her last strength.
She still wasn't sure that woman is here to save her. After jumping over the guy who was lying sideways on the floor, that woman walked and sat on the small table where he had kept the drug.
"Wait, my passionflower," she said fumbling placing her hand in her leather jacket pocket. "Sleep it off," she took out a lollipop from her pocket and started to suck on it.
Scarlett couldn't keep her eyes open. That guy is not dead yet and she is still drugged. And the way this woman addresses her is… very familiar.
But she was in no mood to think of that woman.
"Cia…" she used her saved breath to gush out the name of her daughter. "Help her!"
The woman in front of her was not fazed. She flicked the bunch of hair falling on her shoulder and kept on sucking her lollipop. "What?" she said shrugging as Scarlett's eyes were trained on her.
