Andrew ran out of the restaurant, hoping to find Jasmine but she was no longer at the perimeter. "Shit!" He cursed.
Jasmine finally arrived at the mansion after making a stop at the mall and a walk at the park. As always, her father was seated on the sofa, tapping his walking stick on the floor, impatiently.
"Dad, what's wrong?" She asked him.
Mr Davis glared at his daughter for cutting the call on him earlier while he was still talking.
"Dad...." Jasmine softly muttered. Her fear of being scolded again gripped her.
"Where have you been?" He questioned her with a demanding tone. "And how dare you cut the call while I was talking?"
Frowning, jasmine didn't understand the second question because she had not received any call from him.
"I didn't cut your call", she managed to say but mr Davis didn't seem to believe her.
"Are you saying that am lying?" He questioned her again and jasmine vigorously shook her neck.
