"Your mother has been constantly coming over, demanding to see you." Isabelle's hand holding a glass of cold orange juice froze in front of her mouth."What do you mean has? "She doesn't even know your place of work." "My company's advertised all over, babe; of course she knows." "The security wouldn't let her past the lobby though, so I didn't really get to see her." Isabelle's hands finally stirred, placing the glass back on the counter. "Did she say why she wanted to see me?" "She has been constantly calling me, but I never answer; I have nothing to say to her." She sighed, remembering how her mother had reacted when she found out about her pregnancy. "She did, yesterday. When they wouldn't let her in, she was dragged out screaming that she had something important to tell you about your father." Christian hadn't planned to tell Isabelle about the visits, but when her mother mentioned her father, he knew she had to know."That's unlike my mother; she would never do anything to ga
"What?!" Isabelle managed to utter in a barely audible voice."I'm sorry." Her mother whispered back. Christian reached for the phone, which was on the bed but Isabelle put some distance between them, indicating that she didn't want to talk to her mother."Did you find out about it recently, or were you aware of it all before it happened?" Christian spat the question, snaking his arm around Isabelle's waist. He pulled her to his side and guided her back to the bed. "After, I swear I didn't know about it until Sam passed by later that night. I overheard the two talking, with Sam demanding the rest of the money promised to him." Isabelle's mother pleaded, pressing her mobile phone forcefully on her ear."Did you?" Isabelle paused as she sat on the bed, feeling as if her whole world was crushing down right in front of her."Did you look for me after you found out?" When a temporary silence enveloped the phone call, Isabelle and Christian kind of knew what her mother's answer would be. T
"Is your mother capable of committing murder?" The detective asked, looking at Isabelle to read her reaction. They were still outside Isabelle's house after the detectives combed the scene. Several media houses were covering everything live, and the police officers were controlling a crowd that had formed. "No, and why are you asking if the man is still alive?" Isabelle answered, leaning on Christian's side. She was physically and emotionally utterly exhausted; she couldn't explain the turmoil she was in. She didn't know what to feel or how to react anymore."We need you to come down to the station for a formal interrogation." Isabelle swallowed, looking at the ambulances, private cars, news vans, and patrol cars that were packed down the street in front of her parent's house. "If I may, officer. Isabelle has had a very tiring day; she needs to rest for tonight." Christian stated sternly, holding the officer's gaze. It was already dark, and Isabelle just wanted to take a shower, ea
"No, I am not leaving her. What if he comes and finishes his j...?" Isabelle hiccuped, grasping her mother's hand as she sat beside her hospital bed. Christian insisted he take her home for a well-cooked homemade meal, a hot bath, and sufficient rest. "He can't even walk, babe; you saw how pathetic he is. They have two officers outside his room; there's no way out for him." Christian took in Isabelle's dark circles under her eyes, her pale cheeks, and her chapped lips. She had spent over 12 hours in the hospital—the whole night beside her mother. He had no option but to spend the night with her, just to make sure she wouldn't do anything drastic."She won't even open her eyes." Isabelle's voice broke as she blew her nose using her free right hand. She was on the verge of tears again, and Christian couldn't recount how many times she had cried. It was six in the morning, and the girl refused to even close her eyes."The doctors sedated her heavily, you know that.They said it'd take ti
Isabelle's mother gave the detectives all the information she had; she didn't leave any tiny details. As Isabelle sat there and listened to her mother reveal everything, she couldn't help but realize she never really knew her father. She talked about the hours he'd spent on his computer in the basement. He hid the password and insisted that it was work-related."We wanted to talk to him, but the doctor refused; our men have camped outside his door, though." The detective explained after recording my mother's statement and our interrogation. She was the key witness in his case.They were going to bring charges against Mr. Jenkins. Ranging from three counts of blackmail, attempted first-degree murder, domestic violence, assault, and others Isabelle couldn't understand. Christian's personal lawyer had taken up the case and had the backing of the state and the prosecutor's office if more evidence were found."Has he been this violent before?" Mr. Baron asked, listening attentively as Mrs.
Christian and Isabelle exited as soon as they entered Sean's office. Inside, Dion was left scrambling to cover himself, his heart racing. partially because of the arousal and the fucking session, then the abrupt entrance by his boss. He didn't really have a problem with Isabelle walking in on them, but Christian—he was his boss, for goodness sake."Is he going to fire me?" He panted, his eyes darting around as if Christian was still there. Sean laughed as he pulled up his trousers and buttoned them in place."Why would he?" Sean took Dion's hands when the young man finished dressing up. He was completely shaken; his legs were wobbly, and not because he had been bending over. "Are you kidding right now? My boss just found me having sex inside his building with the COO." Dion was hyperventilating; his emotions were messed up because he felt like Sean wasn't taking him seriously. Yes, he was Christian's best friend, but Dion wasn't, and if Christian decided to fire him, then his boyfrie
The next day, Christian dropped Isabelle off at the hospital and left. He had a very important meeting that he couldn't afford to miss. A security company was facing losses, and to avoid being closed up, opted to sell the last of what they had to Black Inc. Isabelle found her mother already awake, with the detectives by her bedside."Isn't it a little too early for this?" Isabelle didn't even say hi as she walked towards her mother. She placed the shopping bag in her hand on the table and went about serving her mother the breakfast she had prepared. "It's okay, honey." Her mother hugged her when Isabelle leaned over, kissing her on the forehead."It's 8.30, mom; you don't need to wake up to this." She understood the urgency to put her father behind bars, but her mother also needed time to recover. "We're sorry, Ms.Isabelle but we just wanted to brief your mother about what we uncovered yesterday." Baron replied curtly, giving Isabelle a hand as she helped her mother up to enjoy baco
"You know that because you're a witness and not a suspect, you can choose not to take the lie detector test." Mr. Russell, the younger detective had observed Mrs. Jenkins' restlessness. His detective instincts went up again, just like the previous day. She had some skeletons in the closet, and he suspected they had something to do with what they found out. They had gathered information about her husband's uncle that lived in Gordon State. He was real, a drug lord who had been convicted of child trafficking a month before his nephew's wedding. The family never talked about him because, to them, he was dead. The uncle wasn't married, but he had a son who couldn't have children, the same age as Isabelle's father."No, I have to." Russell, Baron, and Isabelle both looked at the woman, her demeanor changing immediately."Mom, you have been through a lot already." Isabelle said, hoping that whatever her mother was hiding wasn't that big of a deal. "I have to do this—anything to prove my s