"Jason, you're a little person..."

With that, Nancy hung up the phone and stuffed May's phone into the nearby trash can.

"You little bitch, why did you throw my phone away?" May was stunned, not realizing why Nancy was here, thinking only of her phone, and quickly reached her hand into the trash can to feel her pain. "Just wait. I'll tell your father when you get back."

With a sneer, Nancy played the recording to May. "You took the money from my wallet and did this behind our backs. Do you think my dad will allow you to join a gang of outsiders to bully me if he finds out? !"

Hearing her voice coming from Nancy's phone, May frowned a little, her face turning pale. "I didn't realize you had the ability to eavesdrop. How? You've been following all the way? !"

With a unwilling pout, Nancy turned and got on the bus.

On her way home, a male passenger got on at the Lotus stop. He was about 1.73 meters tall, with dark skin and an ordinary appearance, the kind that was not easy to remember.

As soon as he got on the bus, he chose the seat behind Nancy and touched her long hair invisibly.

With a shiver all over her body, Nancy turned her head and glared at her, fearing a misunderstanding, and leaned forward, leaning against the back of the front seat.

After a while, she felt her hair touched again.

There weren't many passengers on the bus, and they were sitting in groups of two and three. When Nancy got up to change her seat, she found herself feeling weak all over. After thinking about it, she guessed that she had been drugged.

"Help me..." She tugged at the girl in front of her, but as soon as she saw the fierce look from the man behind Nancy, she shrank her neck and turned her head away.

Nancy wouldn't give up and lay on the back of the front seat, her voice very low. "My current symptoms are weakness in my limbs. I don't think I can hold on very well. Could you help me call the emergency number? !"

I don't want to cause trouble. The girl in the front seat replied to her, her voice as low as ever.

Having said that, she also lay down in the front seat, leaving Nancy a little space away.

Hearing the sound of someone getting up behind her, Nancy bit her lip hard, reached into her bag and fumbled for a phone call out. At the same time, the man behind her moved to the position beside Nancy.

"Let me go," a woman's cry came from the phone, and Eric frowned, soon hearing more helpless cries, "Help me, you help me, I don't know this man, don't let him take me away."

And a deep male voice rang out quickly, "This is my wife. We had a quarrel before. I chased her halfway to the bus to look for her, but she wouldn't talk to me. I just sat next to her and didn't expect to throw a tantrum. I'm sorry, I'm sorry to all of you."

A rumbling sound, perhaps the man was apologizing and bowing to some other passenger in the carriage.

"I'm not his wife. My surname is White. I'm a surgeon at the military district hospital. You can go and see my ID card. I'm only twenty-three years old, single and not married." Nancy's voice was flustered and trembling.

It seemed a little soft.

With a raised eyebrow, Eric handed the phone over. "Sam, while the line is still connected, find out where this woman is."

Inside the bus Nancy was already in a daze, with only the last shred of reason to force herself to hold on.

"Well, why won't you admit that you're married again? !" The man sighed, looking helpless. "I know I'm not good enough for you, but you can't get angry and say you're not married if any other man takes the opportunity to do you... I hurt my self-esteem..."

The man's cadenced voice was met with a chorus of echoes from the people around him. "Yes, go back and discuss things well. Don't keep denying that you're married. A woman with a family should still put the family first."

Some people asked, "How long have you been married? Do you have children?" !"

"I'm not married," Nancy was at a loss for words. The man had already boldly embraced her shoulders, pushing her into his arms and answering the people around him, "We've only been married for a year, and our child is only a few months old."

With a feeble push, Nancy realized she had no strength at all. She knew that in the eyes of the people around her, she was just throwing a tantrum and not really trying to push the man away. She was so anxious that tears were about to fall.

After a few more stops, the man whispered in Nancy's ear in a very low voice, "Don't struggle. You can't escape. Someone asked me to look after you."

The first person to pop up in her mind was Jason.

Nancy's brows furrowed and she struggled to speak, "Go back and tell that guy not to succeed."

Holding the woman struggling like a kitten in her arms, the man pulled out a knife and secretly held Nancy up. "You'd better be honest with me. If you play any more tricks, don't blame me for doing it here."

Nancy didn't dare to move, but her eyes looked around. The other passengers in the car had stopped looking this way, only a few people would glance here and there occasionally, as if to see if the "couple" were still making a fuss.

"Where do you want to take me? !" Nancy secretly pinched herself and was a little more sober for the moment.

"You don't need to know," the man said, looking at the route map for a while with a stern expression, "but I can tell you that it's three stops away."

"Three stops..." Nancy gritted her teeth and was three stops away from the neighborhood where Jason had rented for her before.

Could it be that he wants to lay a hand on her over there? !

Why? !

The car was moving at a steady pace, and Nancy looked out of the window hopelessly at the private cars passing by in the driveway. She didn't know who she was calling or if someone would come to help her.

She gritted her teeth, made up her mind, and shouted to the driver with all her might, "Sir, get off at the platform stop ahead."

The man glanced at her and asked with a sneer, "Do you know to cooperate? !"

"Well, I see." Nancy closed her eyes, looking rather pale.

When they got to the station, Nancy was already dizzy. Her whole mind was in a mess and she had no strength to walk. The man held her in his arms all the time and led her out of the car in a somewhat detached manner.

Her heart was filled with ashes, and Nancy vaguely thought, is it doomed...

When consciousness returned to her mind again, Nancy opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, not daring to look around or herself for a long time. She felt so weak in her heart that she dared not know what had happened to her.

Giving her a funny look, Eric said coldly, "What's going on with that look of you that you have no desire to live?" !"

"Is it a dream..." Nancy murmured, "How do you seem to hear that person's voice? It must be a dream..."