Inside the car, Liam Spencer finished the call, feeling like he'd just fought a battle. He had never been this exhausted, his whole body trembling, even his heart was quivering.
In November, S City was still quite cold. He wondered if Maya Spencer had caught a cold already, if she was crying, if she'd been frightened into a panic attack.
Just the thought of Maya Spencer made Liam Spencer's body tremble even more intensely.
Eventually, he pulled over to the roadside to take a brief rest.
Maya Spencer hadn't been rescued yet; he couldn't afford to fall apart, nor did he dare.
Meanwhile, in the pitch-black warehouse, Maya Spencer awoke from unconsciousness.
She was disheartened to find that upon waking, the nauseating smell of mixed gasoline and diesel hadn't dissipated. Her mouth was taped shut once again, and her body was bound to the chair without the ability to move.
"Mm… Mm…" Maya Spencer made two nasal noises, trying to call for Arthur River and have him turn on the light.
