On the way back from the hospital, while driving her car, Natalie wondered what she was going to tell her grandpa about her husband once he woke up. Unlike others, would he even believe her?
Having something in her mind, she parked the car on one side of the road and picked up her cellphone.
"It seems like this is the only way to find that Aiden Handrix." Her hand gripped her phone before reluctantly deciding to dial that particular number which she never wished to dial.
The call was answered after just a few rings, and a familiar, flirtatious voice greeted her. "My little sweet, I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away from me for long."
Natalie's brows furrowed in annoyance. "I called because I need your help."
The man on the other end chuckled. "Good to see how much you still miss me, my little sweet."
"Cut the crap and tell me if you're going to help me or not," she snapped, her voice growing more irritated by the second.
