Chapter 7

There is evil everywhere, even in our own homes. We're just too trusting to know that not everyone is for us but against us.

- Grace Chanbee

[Author’s POV]

Los Angeles, California.

[Home of Amber Sanders]

Gilbert Sanders flung the tray one of the maids had handed over to him, spilling coffee all over the floor and sending the mug shattering into pieces.

"Are you crazy?" He thundered.

The maid shuddered, shaking her head vigorously.

"How dare you give me coffee?" He thundered once more.

"But sir, you love coffee and I thought it will help you relax your nerves," She said, trembling in fear.

"You want to help me relax my nerves?" He asked calmly, holding her wrist.

She nodded in the affirmative.

"Then find me my daughter," He yelled, tightening the grip his hand had around her wrist.

She winced in pain.

He let her go but sent her sprawling to the ground, sobbing in pain.

Gilbert was a kind man an