Chapter 61. Followed

Elizalde’s POV

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How the hell will I explain to her everything? Damn it.

“I don’t know what’s happening, Elizalde. Did Emily stay at the penthouse? You know that Lizzie visits there now, right? She even left some food for you the other day.”

I stopped pacing and met Don’s gaze with a sense of frustration. I’m at my wit’s end and don’t know what to do. Despite my repeated attempts to contact Lizzie, she never answered my calls. And now, her phone is not even ringing. I know she’s not home because I’m here with Don, and we are at home.

“It’s my fault, and I know that. I only found out that she was visiting the penthouse the other day, and that was the time when Emily dropped me off because I could no longer drive. . . I got drunk, but nothing happened, Don. I swear. I left Emily there, and I got home. The next morning I woke up early and went to the penthouse before coming to work. Emily was no longer there when I got there, Don. So I grabbed the food containers inside the fridge,