Byrd family.
Lizbeth was scared out of her wits!
One of the kidnappers was dead, but the other was alive. Would he expose what she had done?
Even if the truth was exposed, Arthur would not do anything to her...would he?
She sat on her bed, stood up, paced back and forth for a while, then sat on her chair. Then, she got up again and went back to her bed.
"I didn't mention my name. That j*rk probably doesn't know who I am, right?
"What if that j*rk happens to see my photo and points me out?
"Arthur is so nice to me. He won't believe that j*rk!"
"But what if that j*rk shows him evidence?"
Sitting on the bed, Lizbeth felt uneasy. She kept muttering to herself, her face pale.
She was obviously sitting on a soft, comfy bed, but it felt like a bed of needles to her.
"No, this won't do!
