This observation sent her foster father into a panic.

Aware of Raegan's distinct beauty, which could easily draw unwelcome attention, her foster father had always dressed the young Raegan in modest, nondescript clothing and styled her hair with heavy bangs to obscure her features. Despite these precautions, the man's intentions seemed malign.

Deciding to confront the situation, her foster father stopped to see if the pursuer would pass.

To their dismay, the red car also came to a halt.

At that moment, Raegan's foster father was certain the man was targeting the young Raegan.

In those days, someone dressed in extravagant attire and driving a notably expensive car wouldn't be suspected of child abduction. In fact, raising such a claim could even spell trouble instead.

After all, within their tight-knit community, there was a prevailing belief that wealthy individuals were above such misdeeds. This belief emboldened the man to pursue them so openly.

When Raegan's foster father spotted the man approaching with a steady pace, he impulsively scooped up the young Raegan and bolted.

Raegan, confused and upset, watched her cake tumble to the ground and burst into loud tears. "Daddy, the cake... The cake..."

To a child, the loss of a cake represented a unique sorrow. Tears streaming down her face, the young Raegan gazed at the ruined cake and squirmed, wanting to escape her foster father's grasp.

Her foster father, breathless from the sprint, tried to soothe her.

"Baby, be good. Daddy will get you another one later."

Feeling utterly distraught, Raegan rested on her foster father's shoulder, staring blankly at the deserted road stretching out behind them.

The young Raegan couldn't grasp why they needed to flee, but her foster father's evident panic made her cling to him, pressing her face against his neck to hold back her tears.

Still too young to sense the impending danger, the young Raegan now lay in the cold mud, her eyes widening with horror as the man in the red suit drew nearer. The fear was palpable in her throat, rendering her speechless.

To her relief, the man halted about five meters from the muddy patch where she had been hiding.

The man knelt, picked up a bloodied limb of her foster father, and hurled it toward her foster father's face.

“Heh.” With a chilling laugh, the man tossed out what he thought was a witty remark. “Runs your leg off, you idiot."

Then, the man tilted his head back, observing the sky as it darkened further, a heavier rain imminent.

With the temperature dropping and a severe storm approaching, the man surmised that the young Raegan, if not fatally injured by the fall, would unlikely withstand the harsh conditions.