Maybe, in the end, she’d have to face several years behind bars.
Right now, Millie’s mind was in complete chaos. She had no idea what to do.
All she could think about was the cold, indifferent look on that man’s face last night—his unreadable attitude haunted her.
Anxiety gnawed at her. She felt completely on edge.
He had promised to send someone to pick her up this morning, but so far, no one had come. The phone hadn’t rung once.
Unable to sit still, Millie kept staring at her phone, checking and rechecking the screen, hoping for any sign of a call.
But as the minutes dragged on, it was now close to nine in the morning.
What terrified her more was the thought of getting a call from the police, summoning her in for questioning.
If things reached that point, it would be nearly impossible to bail anyone out.
Just then, Leanne called again.
“If you still haven’t figured out a solution, I’ve already bought the plane tickets. Get to the airport now—I’ll get you out of the country first. There’s still a chance to fix things. But if the police get to you, it’ll all be over.”
“You can still leave now, with a clean record. Nothing will happen to you. I’ll handle things here, find a way to smooth things over. Go abroad and lay low for a while.”
If there was no way to resolve this mess, fleeing the country was the easiest way out.
Leanne had worked so hard to raise such an outstanding daughter—there was no way she’d give her up so easily.
Millie took a deep breath before continuing, “You’re just grasping at straws. I’ve already talked to Alex—he says he’ll introduce me to someone who can help today.”
Her situation was already restricted; the charges involved national security, and there was no way she could get out of the country.
Millie trusted Alexander, but Leanne didn’t.
“You may trust him, but I don’t. If we can’t leave with the tickets, we’ll find another way. If you’re willing to cooperate, I’ll get you out somehow.”
Leanne pleaded, “Don’t be foolish. Come with me. If you listen to me, you’ll have a way out. If you don’t, and you end up with no escape, don’t come crying to me.”
Millie’s hand tightened around her phone.
“Mom, I don’t understand what you’re so afraid of. My son is still with the Davidsons—do you really think they’d just abandon me?”
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