Thompson Taylor was five foot nine, a former boxing champion. His entire body broke out in a cold sweat from the first needle. Everyone guessed it was painful. But it wasn't until the second needle, when they heard Thompson's ghostly wails, that they truly realized something. The others looked at Abigail with changed expressions.
Only Abigail continued to stare at Thompson, her voice devoid of any emotion. "Are you going to talk?"
Teddy was now her Achilles' heel. Thompson should never have, under any circumstances, threatened her using Teddy.
"Ahh... It was Chloe Winifred. I kidnapped her family. As soon as the Young Master dies, she will harm Teddy. But I can't reach her now! So I don't know where the child is... ah..."
Thompson yelled out in one breath. Abigail pulled out the needle. He knelt on the ground, gasping for air, sweat rolling down his forehead, his clothes soaked halfway through.
