Taking Amelia Away

Karen didn't stop at all as she brought Amelia straight to the elevator, walking as fast as she could to pull Amelia out of the hospital.

Amelia was only five years old, and her legs were short, so she couldn't walk fast. There were several times where she almost fell to the floor because of Karen's pulling.

"Grandma, where… where are we going?" Amelia asked while panting and trying to keep up with Karen's pace.

Karen said casually and perfunctorily, "Didn't you see it? There were suddenly so many people in the ward, and it was really dangerous. Of course I'm bringing you somewhere safe!"

At this moment, she was holding Amelia's delicate wrist tightly and anxiously, as if she was holding her destiny.

When she saw a person stepping out of a Passat parked near the hospital entrance and walking toward her, her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly pulled Amelia along and made her way over.