F I F T E E N

Immediately I stepped out of my car. I had spotted Daniella sitting at the side of the transparent glass. I waved at her so she would recognize my presence before I waled into the coffee parlor after ensuring Seth stayed at the car. He hardly cared to follow me anyway.

The entire Coffee parlor was empty except for Daniella and the workers. I had booked the place myself, surely I didn’t want anyone in listening on our conversation because I can’t confirm things will go perfect as planned in my hand.

As I came to her, I noticed the bruises on her body along with the bandages; it was clear that she was indeed at the hospital. Michael went too far.

“Daniella…” I called.

“You must be Mrs. Thatcher, I mean… have your seat,” Daniella pointed at the empty seat opposite her like I didn’t see it before. “Uhm… I met the entire place empty,” her voice was less audible and shaky.

For someone who was so daring to entire my DMs with threats to scare, she does seem weak in person. Handling her won’t