Smith sat in the back seat, his face shadowed, while Annie clutched at a trashcan, frantically digging at her throat with her fingers, on the verge of throwing up her stomach yet unable to expel the so-called "capsule bomb".
Looking at the acid she had vomited, she lifted her face, crying as she looked to her father.
"Dad, please think of something, or I'll die!"
Marquis Smith's face turned ashen, his tone icy, "Shut up!"
Having two daughters, one in prison and the other whom he had hoped would restore a bit of dignity, now ended up being a huge disgrace, and what's more, even he might face imprisonment.
Thinking of what he would have to face, Marquis Smith's head was already throbbing.
Feigning unconsciousness, he had played a trick to escape; he now had to think carefully about what to do next.
