“Margo? Why do you care where he is?” he sneered, the facade of the kind-hearted vet shattering. “You’re in over your head. He’s not your pet.” The venom in his voice sent a shiver down Susan’s spine.
Desperation fueled Susan’s strength as she lunged at Dr. Wilson. He fought back, but she clung on, focused solely on rescuing Margo. Their struggle was frantic, a chaotic mix of grunts and gasps, as they wrestled for control.