~{ARLEEN'S POV}~
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"Should I call Clifford?" Jonas worriedly asked and I nodded in agreement.
In silence, I watched him take out his phone as he made a call. To my dismay, he didn't answer even after the second and third call.
"Maybe he's in a meeting." Jonas gave an excuse.
Taking my phone, I handed it to him and he gave me a look before collecting it.
I was in no mood to speak or I would begin to cry. There were paparazzi and journalists outside our house making noise which messed with my brain.
At the first call, he answered.
"Yes, Mr Clifford, it's Jonas….yes, she's here."
I patiently listened while looking at Jonas.
"Have you seen the article?....do you think it'll be possible to check it out now. It's about your wife, yes…."
Glancing at Paul who slept in his crib, I sighed heavily in frustration. I felt completely drained and exhausted.
