"How dare you call Mr. Sutton by his first name!"
When the attackers saw blood between Yolanda's legs, they stopped, adhering strictly to their orders to merely teach her a lesson, not to kill her. They left her crumpled on the ground and walked away.
Immobile from the pain coursing through her body, Yolanda struggled to extract her phone and managed to call Molan.
As soon as he answered, she cried out, pleading, "Molan, help me. Please save my babies..."
"Where are you?" Molan asked urgently.
Weakly, Yolanda removed the black cloth from her head and found herself in a desolate, unfamiliar place.
"Send me your location," Molan pressed, his tone urgent.
Without delay, Yolanda sent her GPS coordinates.
While waiting for Molan, she also attempted to stem the bleeding, but it was clear
