Chapter twenty-five

In the Allen’s mansion, two people could be seen in the large living room as they both looked concerned about Madison’s whereabouts.

Mr. Allen cursed as he couldn’t reach his daughter on her landline and frustration etched on his face.

Even though he knew she had someone to protect her, he couldn’t help but have a bad premonition in his heart that something was wrong.

“Is she going to be alright?” His wife asked with a look of concern and anxiety.

Mr. Allen did not reply but paced up and down the living room. However, his phone soon began to ring. Looking at it, he had expected it to be his daughter but it was an unknown number.

His heart began to race as he stared at the unknown number on his phone. What if something bad had happened and someone was calling to break the bad news to him? He began to imagine Madison lying in a hospital bed with wounds on her body.

He swore under his breath that if anything happened to Madison, he was going to make a cup out of Carl’s skull.