Meanwhile, Ann sat on the edge of the sofa at the Go's residence in the Philippines, her hands shaking as she held the phone.
The word she had just heard left her bewildered and unable to comprehend the events unfolding during the call.
She knew it was her daughter's voice, but why was she screaming from the top of her lungs and apologizing?
What was all the noise that she just heard? Then there was an explosion—an explosion she couldn't mistake for anything else. It was loud, very loud. What was going on?
Beside her on the sofa, Jeff, who was massaging her shoulder, looked on, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern. He felt Ann's body shaken for whatever reason.
"Darling, are you okay?" he inquired, his worry etched on his handsome features.
Ann's gaze settled on her husband, her eyes brimming with tears that threatened to undo the careful work of her beautifully applied makeup.
