Antonio stormed into the Castillo mansion like a raging bull, his footsteps echoing through the grand hall. His face was a mask of barely contained anger as he shoved the double doors of Mr. Castillo's study open.
"Where is she?" Antonio demanded, his voice sharp and venomous.
Mr. Castillo looked up from his desk, feigning a mixture of confusion and worry. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't play games with me, old man," Antonio hissed. "I've been told Diana's been seeing a doctor. I want to see her. Where is she? She hasn't left the estate, so she must be hiding somewhere! Because she is not in her room."
Mr. Castillo's shoulders slumped, and he covered his face with his hands, a perfect act of a distraught father. When he finally looked up, his eyes glistened with unshed tears.
"Wait, she's not in her room?" he asked hoarsely.
"Of course she's not, so where's she?" He banged the table in from of him waiting for answers.
