She seemed like a lonely person abandoned between heaven and earth, and the people coming and going around made her feel even more isolated and helpless.
Butler Santana was even more helpless than she was, with a huge sense of helplessness within him.
They had almost searched the entire street, but where was the shadow of the stroller, where was Little Clementine?
Jasmine Yale seemed completely drained, standing there motionless for a long time.
The light shone upon her face, her complexion grew even paler, devoid of any color.
"Miss Yale, let's wait for the police, there won't be any trouble..." Butler Santana couldn't understand, if it was a child abduction, how could they take the child in such a crowded place.
If it was extortion, they were just ordinary people, how much could they extort?
Who exactly took Little Clementine away?
