Fifty-five

John walked into the mansion, and met his brothers' wife twirling a glass of juice, while she was on a call.

He marched further to her, when she spun around and they made eye contact.

Immediately her gaze landed on him, the glass of juice she was holding slip out of her hands, alongside her phone. But John was quick to catch up the phone, and the glass shattered on the floor, spilling the juice all over the place.

Sharon, who was studying, heard the sound of glass from the study, and quicken her way down to the living room, to check what was happening.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" John asked, holding her firmly, worry lace in his tone.

Lydia was lost in her thoughts, that she didn't know he was talking to her, until he shook her off her thoughts. She snatched her phone and yank his hands away.

'What is he doing here? I thought Alan said he was missing, and there's no information of his whereabouts? Did he play some tricks on us?'

"Don't touch me? I'm your brothers' wife, for cryin