When Betty Lautner returned to her shift, she was ultimately still late.
Her face was pale, her eyes were red, and she seemed a bit lost.
"Betty, what's going on with you lately?"
The female prison guard, taking over her shift, looked at her with a slight frown, "Why are you late every day? Where have you been recently?"
Betty weakly shook her head, "It's nothing."
She took her keys and left, the female guard watched her figure with slightly darkened eyes.
Stepping aside, she discreetly dialed a number.
*
Three days later.
Betty took a day off today, specially dressed up, applied exquisite makeup, and drove towards Henry Ford's underground city.
Today was the day Henry Ford was leaving, and she couldn't hide the pain in her heart, unable to resist going to bid farewell.
The white Santana sped towards the suburbs, and Betty, sunk in the sorrow of parting with her beloved, didn't notice a black car tightly trailing behind her.
