"Faster! Go faster! Can you even do this?! If not, let me drive!" Eleanor Bishop was frantic. Staring at the car less than ten meters ahead, she was so angry she looked ready to leap from the passenger seat and kick the driver out of the car.
The man was visibly annoyed. He slammed his foot on the accelerator, his tone impatient. "Can you stop shouting?! Say one more word, and I'm leaving you to deal with this yourselves!"
Yelled at by the man, Eleanor Bishop leaned back against her seat and started crying again.
An idea struck Mika Summers, and she said urgently, "Eleanor, don't worry. I'm calling the police right now."
"Don't call the police! Call your brother. If the call doesn't go through, text him. Just whatever you do, don't call the police yet," Eleanor Bishop said in a panic.
"Why shouldn't I call the police? Eleanor, are you and my brother hiding something from us?" 'Otherwise, why would her child have been suddenly snatched away?'
