"Bang!"
Fiona was kicked to the ground.
This kick was full of strength.
"Who kicked me... Which bitch!"
The swift and fierce kick came too quickly, and Fiona did not see who kicked her at all.
By the time she stood up with her hands on her waist, Jamie had already carried Ellen into the car and left.
She hurriedly chased after him, and her face was sprayed by the exhaust of the car!
Fiona stomped her feet!
"Ah!"
She chased after him unwillingly.
Inside the car, Jamie's arm was still bleeding. He seemed to have not seen it and completely ignored it.
The wind and rain were fierce, and the car drove to New York's funeral parlor.
Ellen was so quiet that she didn't seem to be breathing.
She shrank into a ball in the corner of the car. If Jamie got even a little bit closer, she would go crazy, scream, torture herself, and then vomit blood.
Jamie didn't dare to get close to her.
