Annabelle nodded. "Uncle Trey, be careful."
"Don't worry," Uncle Trey replied calmly, stepping out of the car.
Though Annabelle trusted his experience in handling emergencies, her heart remained tightly clenched. The men outside were young and numerous, while Uncle Trey was older and alone. If things turned violent, the odds were against him.
As soon as Uncle Trey exited the vehicle, Annabelle quickly grabbed her phone to call Kendrick.
But before she could dial, a pained cry echoed through the air. Startled, her hands trembled, nearly dropping the phone.
She looked through the rearview mirror and saw Uncle Trey on one knee, clutching his leg. One of the thugs had struck him with an iron rod.
Fear gripped her chest, but she forced herself to stay calm. Gritting her teeth, she complet
