Bab 43: 019 The Chance to Escape

In this matter, Elaine had never been more cautious. This was the first time she had contacted Zoey since that meeting, expected she would have responded the same way as last time on the same day. But instead, after waiting for two days in anxiety and anxiety, it was not until the third day that the door to the cell was gently thrown open and in peeked that baby face.

Zoey seemed a little thinner than the last time Ealine saw her, a little paler, but her eyes were still clean and brightness.

The moment she closed the door and turned, her long flaxen hair brushed the side of her face. What a beautiful little girl.

Elaine saw that she was walking weakly and gave her a hand, then they sat down together on the edge of the bed.

"I'm sorry," Zoey lifted a hand to fix her long hair, while her sleeve slips down, revealing a small, bruised arm: "I couldn't get out of bed two days ago, so just came to my appointment today."