Chapter Three Hundred And Fifty-three: Loose Ends

The third point of view:

Her son was safe, that was all that mattered to Cecil. The woman was currently sitting on the edge of the bed in her room deep in thought.

How was she going to get out of this shit? Sure, Emerald had promised to help her but how? She couldn't keep hiding forever, In fact, staying indoors for the past twelve hours was already suffocating. Moreover, Fernandez wasn't the type to give up. Though she didn't want to say it out, she was a bit scared for Emerald since he was going to face Fernandez - he played dirty.

She was still speaking when her phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number but she picked up, having an inkling who was calling.

"Hello?"

"My Cecil,"

Shivers ran down her spine but not out of pleasure but disgust as she heard that voice and caption. That little son of a biscuit. He must be obsessed with her else he wouldn't be this disturbed.