Chapter Sixty-Eight.

Something bad was about to happen.

Finally, Elena had made her way to the driveway of her daughter's mansion and with tears in her eyes, she alighted the uber which had come to a slow halt. Wiping them, she faked as if she hadn't entirely broken down in the back of a stranger's car and wet the divorce papers Gregory had served her.

Now bringing her feet out of the car, a soothing breeze whisked into her face and she heaved the painful sigh with the genuine thought that nothing relatively worse could happen that night. But alas, she was wrong.

The ugly gut feeling speared her heart after she knocked on the front door for several minutes and Patricia hadn't replied. She usually never took this long and even though, she was like seven months pregnant, she still carried her legs agilely but something was wrong. But it had been more than ten minutes standing atop the portico and Elena looked through the wavering curtains by the windows.

She pulled out her phone and dialed her daughter, sti