However, before I breathed a sigh of relief, Peter laughed out loud. “Mrs. Lambert, where did you learn to act? I didn’t believe Mr. Lambert when he said you could act. It’s truly Oscar-worthy.”
My hopes were instantly crushed. I bit my lip to keep my cries of pain from escaping, only to find that tears were slipping down my cheeks and mixing with the blood.
I shouted hoarsely, “Peter, I’m not acting! I really have been kidnapped!”
Losing all patience, the kidnapper pulled my hair and forced me to hold my head up. “Stop acting! Give me the money, and I’ll let her go now!”
Peter ignored him, and the air instantly grew heavy with tension.
I saw a brutal glint in the kidnapper’s eyes. He was clearly prepared to take extreme measures.
“Don’t you get it? I’m running out of patience!”
The kidnapper approached with his knife once more.
I heard the sound of police sirens, and the kidnapper widened his eyes, yelling, “How dare you call the police?”
Peter crossed his arms and questioned defiantly, “What’s the matter? Are you suddenly afraid?”
The kidnapper’s expression changed as he suddenly stabbed my leg. Blood gushed out instantly as I let out a scream. I saw the kidnapper’s disappearing figure in my blurred vision.
Peter came up to me and said, “Mrs. Lambert, don’t blame me. Mr. Lambert asked me to call the police.”
I was now covered in blood as I weakly waved at him. “Help me.”
“So much blood? Is this real?” Peter said.
I heard Peter’s panicked voice in my ears before I fainted.
