Kill Me, Heal Me

Chapter 122 A shortcut.

At eight o'clock in the evening, downstairs of the hotel, a van stopped at the door. When Belle Ye came down with Frank Ye in her arms, the window glass of the driver's seat was pulled down, and a shaggy middle-aged man stuck his head out, "Mr. Ning asked me to pick you up to the port."

Belle nodded.

Both the station and the airport were searched by Ethan Mo’s people, and though there were people in the port as well, if they paid extra attention, there was still a great possibility to leave.

"Mummy, where are we going?" Frank rubbed his sleepy eyes. He was picked up by Belle in his sleep.

"Frank, honey. Mommy is taking you to somewhere fun." Belle could not bear to say too much, so she just explained simply. Frank stared at her blankly and got into the car with her without saying a word.

It was early autumn, and the weather was getting colder in the evening. Belle put a coat on Frank and watched the car driving out of the suburbs to downtown. She did not dare to relax for a moment. Her nerves were tense, and any movement or sound could make her hair stand upside down.

This feeling was very uncomfortable.

She did not do anything wrong, but every time when she wanted to leave, she fled like a refugee.

The urgency feeling forced her to cheer up all the time.

According to the information May Ning gave Belle in advance, the driver was going to the port to deliver a batch of goods, and together with Belle, they needed to pretend to be a couple going to sea together. In this way, even if Ethan Mo’s people were searching for them in the port, they might not be spotted immediately.

As for the ID cards, the Ning family gave them to the driver, which Belle did not ask too much, because, they were pretending to be a family anyway. It was normal for the husband to carry the papers for the whole family.

The car continued to move forward at a steady speed. Belle looked through the window and saw the scenery flying by, calculating the time to arrive at the port silently.

She lived in Gang City for nearly ten years and was familiar with the roads of this city.

Fifteen minutes later, she noticed that the driver suddenly turned into an alley. Belle held Frank in her arms immediately and asked vigilantly: “ Is this the way to the port."

"This is a shortcut. Traffic polices were on the main road checking traffic just now. I don’t want them to find out the smuggled stuff in my trunk. We don’t want trouble, right?"

The driver turned his head and tried to calm her friendly: "Don't worry, we’ll get to the port in about ten minutes."

Belle Ye gave a faint hum.

The driver was right. This road led to the port as well and it was a shortcut. It was just that at this moment, any change could make her uneasy.

After talking to the driver, Belle who looked calm and timid on the surface took out a fruit knife from her backpack quietly and pressed it under the palm of her hand.

As the car entered another dim alley, she felt her heart raised straight to her throat. Holding the fruit knife tightly in her palm, Belle noticed that even Frank sitting in her arms was nervous.

While the car was still moving forward at a constant speed, she silently calculated the time.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

When it was almost eight minutes, the pressure accumulated made her heart beating like an overloaded machine, and it would break if she did not relax.

Only two minutes away from the port, they might be fine, she thought.