Ivelle approached the black car cautiously, wondering what the mysterious man wanted now. As she reached the window, he rolled it down and said, "I tried calling you, but I couldn't reach you."
Ivelle's eyes widened as she remembered the setting on her phone that blocked all numbers not in her contact list. She had set it up to avoid the people who loaned her money, but it seemed it had also blocked the mysterious man's calls.
"I'm so sorry," she said, feeling a mix of relief and fear. "I had a setting on my phone..."
The man nodded curtly. "We need you to move to your husband's house now," he said, his tone firm.
Ivelle's heart raced as she thought of her sister, still recovering in the hospital. "I can't move," she said, shaking her head. "My sister needs me, and we still have to do a few more things for my parents..."
The man's expression turned stern. "When can you move?" he asked, his voice firm.
Ivelle hesitated, thinking of all the things she needed to do. "Maybe later this month?" she suggested, hoping to stall.
But the man shook his head. "No, that's too late. You have until next week to finish what you need to do and move out," he said, his tone final.
Ivelle felt a surge of panic at the thought of leaving her sister and everything behind. What would she do? And what did this mysterious husband of hers have planned for her?
"And what about my sister?" Ivelle asked, concern etched on her face. "What does she say about all of this?"
The man's expression turned cold, and he replied, "Your sister will be taken care of. She will receive the best medical attention, and all her needs will be met."
Ivelle's eyes narrowed, unsure if she believed him. "But what about her recovery? She can't just be moved..."
The man cut her off, his tone firm. "We have experts who will ensure her recovery continues smoothly. You don't need to worry about that."
Ivelle hesitated, feeling a sense of unease. Something didn't feel right. She wanted to ask more questions, but the man's stern expression made her pause.
"Fine," she said finally, feeling a sense of resignation. "I'll pack my bags and leave next week."
The man nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Good. I'll send someone to pick you up."
Ivelle watched as he rolled up the window and drove away, feeling a sense of trepidation about what lay ahead.