Chapter 58 The Mysterious Woman Who Saves Her

"That pack of useless cowards couldn't even hold onto one person!" Frederick Whitehead had assumed that even if they didn't kill Vivian Donovan, they could at least keep her permanently locked away in an obscure psychiatric clinic on the outskirts of Westmoor, ensuring she'd disappear forever. But who would've thought she'd actually escaped? "Get people on it—don't let her reach Madam Jacobson!" Frederick's voice trembled with panic. "Wait." Before the words fully left his lips, Lainey Whitehead raised a hand to stop him. "Perhaps… we still have a way." "What way?" Frederick turned to Lainey, his eyes alight with hope. Lainey, who had been seated on the sofa, rose and stepped beside him, lowering her voice to a whisper: "……" …… Meanwhile, Vivian Donovan crouched in the trunk of a stranger's car, hurtling into the unknown. She had no idea how far they'd gone when the car abruptly stopped. Vivian's nerves snapped tight—was it them? The driver didn't speak, didn't open the trunk. So Vivia