Minutes after Mrs. Wyatt left, Arissa sat staring at her barely-eaten breakfast. Her eyes darted toward Mrs Wyatt's plates and a sigh left her lips when she realized she had spoilt the woman's breakfast.
She arranged her blazer to cover her white vest and at that moment, her phone vibrated, indicating an incoming call.
Picking up her phone, her brows folded seeing an unknown number but still, she answered it.
"Arissa," the voice called the moment she answered.
Hearing that disgusting voice, she immediately wished she could turn back the hands of the clock where she hasn't replied.
"What do you want, Mr. Lincoln?" she managed to ask. She had forgotten about her parents as she prayed they no longer existed but this call just made her understand how hard that would be - well, unless she kills them herself.
