Scumbag

Leonardo's heart raced uncontrollably beads of sweat forming on his temples as he repeatedly dialed Hayley's number, only to face no response each time. Confusion and fear enveloped him; he couldn't grasp what had gone wrong.

He had returned from Clasold City merely an hour ago when he immediately rushed to the mansion with a sole purpose, and that was to confirm or dispel his deepest fear, whether Hayley had truly left him again. Though a part of him already sensed the truth to that before he even arrived, knowing the head of security wouldn't have just lied to him without cause, Leonardo remained reluctant to believe Hayley could leave him without an explanation.

He couldn't understand what he had done wrong or what had gone amiss in his absence. Ever since he sent her that text in Clasold City, before her arrest, Hayley had yet to return any of his calls or texts.

After a relentless series of calls, his heart sank, and an exasperated sigh escaped him as he collapsed onto the sofa.