Near the doorway, Raegan spotted a servant escorting Casey toward the waiting helicopter.

From Davey's shoulder, Raegan screamed, “Mom! Mom! Run! Don't board the plane! Run!"

Casey glanced at Raegan, momentarily perplexed. But she didn't react.

It seemed yesterday's clarity was a fleeting moment for Raegan.

Annoyed by Raegan's outcry, Davey threatened, “If you don't want me to throw you down, shut up!"

Yet, his words only fueled Raegan's desperation and her cries grew louder. "Mom! You must flee! He's a monster, drenched in blood!"

Davey seethed with rage.

Thankfully, they neared the helicopter. He handed Raegan to a burly bodyguard.

Raegan resisted vehemently. "Don't touch me!"

Davey hesitated, perhaps reconsidering allowing others to handle Raegan.

In that moment of hesitation, Raegan broke free and dashed toward Casey. "Mom!" she yelled loudly.

Miraculously, Casey rose from her wheelchair. The servant behind her panicked, but before the servant could react, Casey made a shocking move. She ran.

It was widely understood that Casey's physical condition limited her ability to control her limbs, often necessitating the use of a wheelchair. While she could occasionally manage to stand, her ability to do so usually lasted no more than five seconds.

Casey reached for Raegan's hand, and together they sprinted toward a sedan parked nearby.

But the car door remained locked.

The next second, the car door unlocked with a beep.

Raegan found herself holding a key fob, which she had sneakily snatched from Davey moments ago.

In a flash, Raegan ignited the engine and drove straight toward the gate.

Despite the gate being closed, Raegan didn't slow down, seemingly determined to break through.

The security guard at the gate hesitated, worried about the potential for a disastrous crash. He quickly called Davey for instructions.