Chapter 447 How's My Baby?

• Thank God for the car’s top-tier suspension—otherwise, Adela and the baby would’ve been seriously hurt.
• As Helen stabilized the car, the bodyguard in the front passenger seat flung the door open, face pale as a sheet. He scooped Ralph into his arms in a flash. “Miss, we need to get out. Now!”
• There was no time to hesitate. A car was tailing them, and up ahead, a massive truck was barreling straight toward them.