Another Man Is His Father.

RAMSEY

My legs were numb because of the way I wriggled myself on the floor, constricting the blood from flowing freely.

With squinty eyes, I attempted to get up and realized a duvet was on my body.

Seeing that it belonged to Lucille, I thought she had decided to listen to me. I sprang up and barged into the room. Heaven knows how excited I was mentally when the door opened.

"Lucille!" I shouted when I got inside but couldn't find her. I wasn't surprised or afraid. I never assumed she would leave the house. I checked her in the bathroom and it was still the same result. She was nowhere to be found.

Unflinchingly, I went downstairs, hoping she would be somewhere around there, yet it was the same.

At this point, doubts and fears surged in my belly. I brought out my phone and repeatedly dialed her number but she didn't pick up.

One of my maids came into view at the same time.

"Hey, Abigail!" I called, trying not to sound worried.

"Good morning, President Ramsey!" She greeted, sligh