87. Miss When Want to Give Up

"Get up,"

Who, whose voice told me to get up, the voice was faint, distant, like a wind. My hands were stuck, and my legs also could not move. I'm in a sitting position, my eyelids are sticky, and it's still hard to open.

"Get up!"

This command is repeated. It was as if my soul left my body when a woman's voice echoed right in front of me at such a close distance. Slowly, my eyelids opened.

I blinked a few times, remembering whose face this woman was. Have we ever met? Her beautiful face looks very scary because she is wearing all black clothes, as well as the crown that is above her head, her lips are blood red and her face is white.

She grinned, the glare in her eyes reminded me of someone, Thaddeus. Oh shit! She, she must be Thaddeus' mother. My memory returns to when my body was in Carlos's pelvis but when Carlos's face changed in the car, oh no, I was kidnapped!

"So, you are, the one who killed my son?" She asked in a sarcastic tone. Her eyes were wild and cruel. Her lips turned