Chapter 57. The Worry

I was about to bang my butt back on the bed and reminisce about Jerol’s inconceivable task, perhaps ponder a little about giving it a try for his sake because I understand his predicament, or follow him, but a bell of sense chimed wildly in my head. A storm just stormed out in my presence. A tragedy is about to befall this family if I sit and fold my arms even for a second. There is no time.

I grab my phone and run out of the room, running down the stairs but without forgetting that I am carrying a life in my belly. I cross the sitting room without minding the stranded servants. They must have been flabbergasted by Jerol’s eerily demeanor, and now I am here topping up their amazement as I rush out like a person running for her dear life without sparing them a glance.

I spot Mark talking to some God knows who on the phone. I howl his name, scaring the hell out of him and everyone outside. None is concentrating on their duties. They are all in awe of this live Netflix movi