The beeping sound of the telephone echoed through the vast and dimly lit bedroom, pulling Christopher back from the depths of his thoughts. He had deliberately switched off his phone, seeking solace in the silence, but now that telephone disrupted the stillness. Curiosity and a sense of foreboding compelled him to answer. With cautious anticipation, Christopher brought the receiver to his ear, bracing himself for whatever awaited him on the other end of the line. And there he heard the familiar voice that caught him off guard - Gabriella's voice.
"How's papa?" Gabriella asked her sister, Isabella, her concern lacing every word. Christopher's heart skipped a beat at the mention of her father. He had known that Gabriella's father, who was once deeply indebted to him, had been working tirelessly to secure her release. The sound of her voice sparked a mix of emotions within him - guilt, remorse, and a flicker of hope.
"He's okay, he's doing everything to get you out of there," Isabella replied, her voice filled with a mix of relief and sadness. "I miss you. I'm scared that I may never see you again. Papa told me everything."
Gabriella's voice wavered with a mixture of emotions. "I'm okay, Izzy. Take care of papa till I come back. I can't stay on the phone for too long, or I would get caught." Her words carried a sense of resignation, of accepting her current circumstances.
"He deserves it, you know," Isabella stated coldly, her voice laced with bitterness. "The world would be a safer place if people like him were dead." Her words hung in the air, pregnant with a deep-seated anger and resentment.
Christopher furrowed his brow in confusion, his mind racing to comprehend Isabella's meaning. What did she mean by "people like him"? But he remained silent, steadying his breath, not wanting to reveal his presence on the line.
"I don't understand, Izzy," Gabriella spoke, her voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and a desire for clarity. "Why would you say such a thing? What do you mean?"
Isabella took a deep breath before continuing, her tone softer now. "You didn't know, Gabby. Mr. Christopher Gonzalez was attacked. He survived, though, but killed the assassin. It makes me wonder if you or father would be next." There was a moment of silence at Gabby's end, as the weight of Isabella's words sank in.
Christopher's grip tightened around the phone as rage coursed through his veins. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Isabella's words stabbed him to the core, igniting a fierce anger within him. How dare she speak of him in such a manner? How could she think that he deserved to be attacked?
Every instinct in him screamed to confront Isabella, to make her understand the gravity of her words. But he knew that she. But he knew that she was the least of his problems in that moment
With a steady hand, Christopher set the phone back in its place, his mind reeling with a mix of emotions. Rage burned within him, but he had to suppress it for now.