"You're right, Savannah." Donna wiped away her tears and stopped crying, a little ashamed of herself.
They finished their cold meal and were just able to appease their hunger.
It's only been a month since Donna had given birth to her baby. She was already deficient in both vital energy and blood and easily became tired. She leaned against a container and fell asleep soon.
Savannah, however, could not sleep.
She didn't know the time, but it was in the evening when she and Donna were kidnapped, and by now, it should be almost early morning.
They had spent all night at sea... And they were supposed to have left the country.
Old Sterling must have informed Dylan that she didn't return to the villa overnight.
Was Dylan looking for her now?
Bitterness and grief came to her all of a sudden.
If she was sent to the red-light district of Mexico... Was it impossible to see him again in her lifetime?
