Chapter 9

They moved their attention to where they heard the sound from, wondering who had the audacity to speak to them in such a manner.

It was Diana Wellington, and with her entrance came an aura of grace and elegance, one she always had in everything she did.

“What are you doing here, Miss Wellington?” The jailer asked with so much disdain, staring her all over but like she gave a damn. She gave no thought to him or anyone else in that place except the little girl she had come to see.

“How are you, dear?” she asked, totally ignoring the jailer’s question.

“I’m fine. Thank goodness you are here!” She heaved a sigh of relief.

“I just asked what business you have here. You weren’t scheduled to see her today, and by the way, can’t you see that we were in the middle of a discussion before you brought your sassy ass over here?” The middle-aged man shot back in rage, eyeing her viciously.

“In all you do, do you dare speak to me the way you do to your wife and