It's over

Grace's POV

Davis was livid, I gulped down when I met his eyes. I pushed myself backward against the bed rest. How the hell did he find me? Did he put a tracker on Helen?

Helen? I looked behind him to see Vincent with Helen. He carried her like his own child, carefully. You'll never suspect he use that same hands to kill.

“Get up,” Davis said in a low voice. I knew he was only trying to hold it in for the sake of Helen. I'm done for.

It's over.

Davis would kill me, he warned me, and I didn't listen. I wouldn't have fallen asleep, I should have picked up my things and taken the next flight to anywhere with my child.

“Davis, listen, I—”

“Get up, Grace” His low and cold voice caused me to shiver in fear and I slowly pushed myself off the bed. He was trying to contain his anger.

His eyes were staring keenly at me, watching my every move. He turned to take Helen from Vincent before marching out of the room. I followed behind without being asked to anymore. Where Helen was is where I'll