At this moment, Donald was speeding away in a police car, his heart filled with anxiety. Just ten minutes ago, he had received a call from Mabel. Her voice was extremely weak over the phone. "Donald, I think I might be sick. Can you take me to the hospital? I can't even leave my room."
As soon as she finished speaking, the line went dead. No matter how much Donald called out, Mabel did not respond. In a panic, Donald drove his car toward the hotel where Cyrus was staying.
'That damned Cyrus, does he not know that imprisoning someone was illegal? Moreover, Mabel's voice sounded so weak; who knew what kind of inhumane treatment she had suffered.' The more Donald thought about it, the more anxious he became. As soon as he reached the hotel, he rushed upstairs. At the elevator exit of the
