Chapter 93

Lennox

As I was driving through the estate, into my house, I noticed a familiar figure standing by the gate side. But it wasn't that the ‘figure’ which I realized to be Agatha was just standing. Agatha was trying so hard to wriggle away from something, someone's grip. The hair at the back of my neck immediately stood on end, and I accelerated the speed of the car to find out that indeed, Agatha was being held against her will by a man I could not recognize.

“Daddy, who is that?” That was Natalia from the back, asking the question my thoughts were poking at me as well.

“No idea, baby.” I muttered, watching as Agatha turned around to see the car which was driving up to the house.

“Is he hurting her, Daddy?” Natalia asked.

I paused for a moment, assessing the scene through the tinted glasses of my car. By now, it didn't look like Agatha was struggling to get out of the grip of the man. In fact, he had released her arm but Agatha rubbing the affected area which was sure to sore was all