When Desmond opened his eyes, he found his wife nudging him with her toes while his body lay sprawled on the grass in their garden.
"Huh… what? What?"
And as his groggy mind recalled the words he had previously heard, the handsome young father's face quickly went pale and clammy with nervous sweat as he shot up in shock.
"We have to inform the patriarch that our daughter might be in danger, quickly!"
Isabella smacked his head gently. "Calm the hell down, Desmond! You're reacting as if Evelyn was kidnapped or something! Didn't you see Bree take her yourself? Even if I don't know exactly how strong she is, I can guarantee that she will never put my baby girl in danger!"
