"Mom, Dad, please take me away, I don't want to stay here anymore."
Tiffany Howard's eyes were swollen from crying, clearly indicating she had cried a lot before.
In just a few days, her cheeks had become sunken, and her mental state was obviously not very good.
Mrs. Howard looked at her daughter crying so hard, her heart shattered, and she started crying as well.
Holding the microphone, she comforted her.
"Tiffany, don't be afraid, we will get you out."
"No!" Tiffany suddenly screamed, then glared at her with gritted teeth.
"Get me out right now, I don't want to stay here, not even for one more hour."
Mrs. Howard knew from these words that her daughter must have suffered a lot.
Yes, entering a place like this, how could she not suffer?
"Mom will think of a way, we'll think of a way, we've reached out to Fiona Grantham, she said she'll help you."
Hearing Fiona's name stabilized Tiffany's emotions a little, but then she glared at her parents with hatred.
