Cherish Turner was sleeping soundly when her slumber was abruptly interrupted by a phone call.
She picked up her phone without even looking at the caller ID.
"Hello…" Her languid voice, with a hint of sensuality, was enticing.
However, little Lewis on the other end of the line had no heart to appreciate it!
"Auntie Cherish...wah...can you come and save my dad, please? He's going to…die..." And with that, Lewis burst into loud sobbing.
At first, Cherish had no idea what was going on. But as soon as she heard Lewis crying, she felt apprehensive.
"Lewis, what happened?" Rubbing her eyes and forcing herself to be fully awake—and also afraid to be heard by her parents next door—she whispered into the phone.
"My dad's about to die..." The little boy's words were somewhat slurred.
What? About to die? How could that be?
As Lewis described the state William Griffith was in, Cherish grew frightened. She had never seen such a tall and imposing man in such a state before.
