He took away my daughter

Arisha’s body moved on instinct as Ivan disappeared down the hallway, her eyes fixed on Sisi, but just as she started forward, Charles’s strong hand clamped around her arm, yanking her back. “Arisha!” he snapped, his voice rough and unyielding.

Arisha’s eyes flashed with desperation as she struggled against his hold. “Charles, please—my daughter!” she cried, her voice cracking with panic.

Charles’s grip tightened, his expression hardening. “Didn’t Neil tell you never to leave the house with Sisi?” he hissed, his eyes narrowing with frustration. “Why did you bring her here?”

“She needed a doctor!” Arisha pleaded, her voice rising in frustration. “Why don’t any of you understand? I was trying to help her.”

Charles’s face twisted with anger, but there was something else there too—fear. “You could have told me, Arisha!” he growled. “I could have brought her in myself. But look what you’ve done.” His grip tightened as he pulled her back another step, holding her in place. “Now they’ve got