Chapter 8

HUDSON’S POV

After recovering from my initial shock, I glared at my phone and my voice dropped dangerously low. “Look here you conniving little cheat, I have your life in my hands. So, it will do you well to speak to me nicely! While you still can that is,” I growled out.

The line became silent, good. At least she knows when to listen. Before I could take another breath, a loud crackling laughter flowed through my phone speakers. What? Is she... laughing? This is funny to her?

"Oh, my, you..." she started, her words dissolving into uncontrollable laughter. The sound of her crackling giggles filled the air, taunting me with each passing moment. My face darkened into a tight scowl, the more she laughed. My brow furrowed into the most intense frown I'd worn in years as I stood stiff, my hands clenched into fists at my sides, listening to her struggle to compose herself between gaps of laughter.

"My goodness!... That was... hilarious Hudson, were you trying to scare me or something?” Sh