"Hannah, it's just 6 million, it's nothing to you. Can you please help me?" Liam Hugh begged, his mother having cut off all his financial support.
His only savings had recently been spent on buying some jewelry and gold for Molly Hanson, and he was left with next to nothing.
"Kidnapping?" Hannah Johnson raised an eyebrow.
She was dubious about the situation.
Fearful she wouldn't believe him, Liam hastily pulled out his phone. In WeChat, "My Dearest Baby" had sent him an audio message of less than a minute and a video.
In the video, Molly Hanson was tied up in an airtight room, her mouth sealed with tape, her eyes covered.
She was struggling continuously, her wrists and ankles chafed red with blood.
There were also two people who looked like kidnappers, threatening through a voice changer:
"If we don't see the money today, you can prepare to collect the bodies of her and the child in her womb."
"Also, I warn you, no calling the police!"