Sherry White timely took out a medical certificate from her pocket, and the police officer took it and glanced at it, then his indecisive gaze suddenly transformed into sympathy for Sherry White.
"Better get her back to the car quickly," the officer said after looking at Norris Moore, feeling genuinely sorry for her. Such a beautiful woman, yet suffering from schizophrenia. "Do you need our help?"
"If you wouldn't mind, please help me get my sister back to the car," Sherry White said with a friendly and polite smile. "I'm not very strong, and she's struggling fiercely. I'm kind of at my wit's end."
Consequently, Norris was taken back to the passenger seat under the restraint of the two policemen.
When the seatbelt was fastened around her once more, she finally felt a sense of despair.
"I'm really not her sister, she wants to kill me, please help me..."
However, to the police, her behavior definitely seemed like that of a madwoman.
