Questioned 

Questioned

Yvonne arrived home.

"Where are you coming from?" David asked, from the center of the sitting room.

"I'm coming from the office," Yvonne says, frightened.

"What was that thing you were doing in the office that made you come home late?" David inquired. "Have you been seeing Chris?"

"Hell no. Why would you think so?" Yvonne asked.

"Well, I called Chris this night—" his phone began to ring. "Excuse me," he said. "We will have the discussion later. For now, go to your room and take a shower. I prepared dinner for you. It's in the dinning room."

"Alright," she said and left the sitting room.

David glanced at the phone caller's ID. It was an unknown number. He answered the call.

"Hello, who's this?" He questioned.

"It's me," Isabella whispered.

"Isabella?" He was shocked to hear her voice. He was also worried. "Where are you?"

"I've been kidnapped by some men. I believe Yvonne sent them to kidnap me. They kidnapped our child too. I'm in the building where our daughter is