210 Chapter 210: I’ll Take The Chance

"Bang!" Savannah took off one of her shoes and killed the rat.

Probably because it had eaten so well that its blood gushed out like a stream, soiled the floor, and spilled onto Donna's trousers!

Frowning at the bloodstains, Savannah was about to call the woman in to clean them up when an idea suddenly came to her.

"What's up, Savannah?" Donna asked, curious, seeing her strange face.

This rat blood… gave Savannah a new idea.

***

The first light of the morning caught the Sterling's house.

On the sofa, Dylan, who had not slept all night, was still looking cold and serious, waiting for the report on progress from the police station.

Old Sterling was worried about Savannah and wanted to wait for news together with his son, but he was persuaded by Cooper and Garwood again and again because of his old age. In the middle of the night, he went upstairs to his house to have a rest.

"Ring --"

The shrill voice of the telephone drew everyone's attention!

Dylan immediately grabbed the phone.

"Mr. Sterling, the van has been found." Over the phone, the director wiped his face as he reported, "it was found empty near a cargo terminal in the Port of LA. No one was in it. It's supposed to be abandoned by the kidnappers after they left. We searched the port with Sterling's bodyguards, and some fishermen seemed to have seen two men carrying two bags onto a large freighter. We suspect that the victims are in those bags."

They tied up the little woman to a freighter!

Where do they want to ship them to?

Dylan's face looked gloomier than ever in the half-light, and his eyes glinted angrily. He got up and took over the black suit handed by the servant, put it on as he strode out of the porch.

"Garwood, pick up the car, the fastest one. Go to the port."

Garwood drove the car at top speed in the twilight of the city, ignoring all red lights. They headed for the port as quickly as a flash.

It only took half an hour to stop at the port of LA.

The port area was blocked by the Sterling's cars and the police cars.

The police chief was rushing all over the port to direct the investigation personally. The engine sound of a car was coming from far to near; the brakes screeched as the black single-door sports car stopped at the roadside.

The door was thrown open, and a tall cold figure stepped out of the car. He strode over into the cold morning dew and frost gas, like a cruel monarch coming from hell.

"Why do you come yourself, Mr. Sterling? I can report to you by phone at any time..." The police chief hurried over.

"Have you found out where that freighter went?" Dylan didn't have time to talk nonsense.

"Keep looking! Narrow the search scope. Find out all the freighters that left from this port yesterday evening, radio the captains, and have them return immediately!" Dylan gave the order decidedly with a stern face.

He would get the little woman back, no matter where she was going, even if she was brought to the ends of the earth!

The police chief took a breath. Mr. Sterling meant to let all the freighters that left last night turn around and come back?

Only this man could be able to give such an order!

Reacting, he immediately told his staff and Sterling's bodyguards to follow the order.

***

The freighter rolled and pitched on the heavy sea for another day.

In the evening, as soon as the middle-aged woman opened the door with food, she heard Savannah's panicked voice, "Donna! Are you okay?"

And Donna groaned in pain.

"What's up this time? Why do you have so much to do?" growled the middle-aged woman impatiently.

"Madam, I don't know if it's because of the cold food or a bad rest, my sister lost such blood… Is it called metrorrhagia after childbirth...?" Savannah wore an expression of horror, pointing at Donna's trousers and the place where she had been sitting.

The middle-aged woman looked down. There were clumps of blood on Donna's pants and dried blood on the plank under her.

Donna, leaning against a container, clutched her belly and whined in pain. "It hurts. I should see a doctor… I'm dying…"

"Madam, if she has lost too much blood, she'll have to be given a transfusion. When the freighter stops, please allow me to take her to the hospital or clinic!" Savannah quickly added.

The middle-aged woman sneered. "Let you get off the ship to see a doctor? So funny! What if you run away? Don't play tricks with me!"

"No trick! The doctor on the ship also said that she really just had a baby, right? We didn't lie to you! And you see how bad she is now, we can't run! Besides, the freighter has been sailing for more than a day. We've no idea where we are, and we're totally unfamiliar with the place and the people! Where can we run? When seeing a doctor, you can still send someone to follow us! But if she keeps losing blood, she might die, and your money will be wasted!" Savannah said deliberately.

The middle-aged woman hesitated.

If this woman couldn't get through before they arrived at their destination…that's a big loss!

Donna's wailing grew louder.

Finally --

The middle-aged woman narrowed her fierce triangular eyes. "The cargo ship will stop at a harbor for a while later. That's a small town. I'll have her taken to the clinic."

"Madam, let me go with her. She can't even walk in this way; someone has to hold her up." Savannah added quickly.

The middle-aged woman didn't think they dared to play tricks. As Savannah said, they almost arrived at the border district. Where could two weak women run? She would ask two enormous men to go with them, there's no chance of escape!

"Never try to run away. Otherwise, you'll see!" The middle-aged woman said tartly before she left.

Savannah was relieved when the door slammed shut.

Unexpectedly, it worked!

"Savannah... What should we do next? Do we really have a chance?" Donna was worried and nervous.

"Try it anyway. You pretended sickness and tried to draw their attention away. I'll take the chance."

Donna nodded heavily. "Hmm!"

Savannah searched around the cabin until she found a black brick.