Yvonne was stunned and swiftly checked her screen." Henry?"
"It's me," he answered.
Yvonne grabbed her hair. "Is something the matter? W e can talk later. I have somewhere to go to now."
"The Freys," Henry uttered.
Yvonne was startled. "How'd you know?"
"Sue told me about it," Henry supplied simply.
Forcing a smile, Yvonne replied, "I see. Since you know now, that's all. I'm hanging up."
"Hold on," Henry called for her.
There was a slight frown of impatience on Yvonne. " What is it?"
"Where are you now?" Henry asked again.
Yvonne took a glimpse at her surroundings outside the car. "I'm in the cab."
"In the cab..." Henry repeated in a low mumble. It seemed that she was not there yet.
"Go back,” Henry ordered.
Yvonne pressed her lips into a thin line. "I won't.” "Do you think that they won't hate you more if you go t o them now?" Henry’s face fell at her defiance.
Yvonne sucked in a deep breath. "I know, but I have to go there and ask about the girl's current state."
"What does it have to do with you?" Henry said, irritated, "You're not at fault in this and you have no responsibility nor the duty to take care of it. If you sentence yourself just for that line, that's what you'll truly do wrong."
"I..." Yvonne was at a loss for words from what Henry said.
Without having to think, Henry knew that she must have her head hung low looking like she was wronged right now.
"Okay, listen to me. Be good and go back. I'll take care o f this." Henry softened his tone.
"You? How are you going to take care of it?" asked Yvonne.
Not answering her, Henry merely said, "You just have t o go back home."
"No, I'm not going back." Yvonne gritted her teeth. " Whether or not I’m at fault in this, Jason's my brother.
I should go have a look as the elder sister when something this big happened. So I won't be going back now. Sorry."
Without giving Henry a chance to speak, Yvonne cut the line.
Henry felt the spot between his brows pulsating. Why was this woman so headstrong!
"Joe," Henry spoke up deeply.
Joe who was driving straightened up. "Yes, Mr. Lancaster?"
"Speed up. Drive there as soon as possible," ordered Henry.
The woman should be arriving soon since she departed earlier than him. If he arrived any later, she would have no help even if she was beaten up.
"I understand," Joe replied and stepped on the pedal t o accelerate his speed.
Over ten minutes later, the car came to a halt. Henry stretched his long legs toward the Frey’s once he got down from the vehicle. As soon as he came to the door, he heard a slap. It was so loud even though there was a door separating them.
There were only a handful of people in the Frey's. That husband and wife could beat anyone up but never Jason Frey, so it was plain who was the one being beaten up.
During that instant, Henry felt extreme fury licking up from the bottom of his heart. Clenching his fists tightly, he glared at the door in front of him before giving it a harsh kick.
Unable to withstand his might, the wooden door gave i n.
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