Chapter 13: Death Guarantee

"You--" Before Theodore could finish his words, the police car drove away with him.

"Son!" Lilian chased after him excitedly, but her high heels prevented her from catching up, so she had to turn around and come back to trouble Samantha.

"Samantha, what exactly are you dissatisfied with me as your stepmother? Why did you frame my son? He is only fifteen years old. Does he know what contraband is?" Lilian's tone was full of questioning.