Chapter 0072

Ximena/Angela’s POV

I was singing a lullaby to my little angel, Raven. She hardly sleeps these days, and I wonder why. Putting her to bed has become my daily and nightly routine since Davey traveled. She prefers his arms to mine, and these past few days have been hectic for me.

“Come on, baby, you need to take a nap now. Mommy is tired,” I whined, feeling sleepy and frustrated. She was just three months old, but her cries were as loud as a ten-year-old’s. “Davey, please come back soon. I can’t handle this.”

“Ma’am?” Rita, Tristan’s nanny, came over, holding the landline. “You have a call,” she said.

“Who is it?” I asked, taking the phone from her.

“I don’t know, Ma’am.”

“Hello,” I said.

“Is Mrs. Jackson on the line?” a hoarse voice asked, and I instantly felt uneasy.

“Yes, who is this, please?” I asked, motioning for Rita to take care of Raven as I stepped out of the room.

“We got this number from the v