His Pleasure Provider

"See? I told you won't believe me either? Because for you, I am the enemy - the bad mother when I only think about your safety. And your queen of drama ex-wife is the victim," Mom slid to her closet took out all her clothes, and dropped them to the floor.

Dad attempted to stop Mom from packing all her things, but she appeared to have made up her mind to voluntarily leave the mansion instead of waiting for me to drag them out.

I didn't want to argue with them further so I evacuated the room and went to mine. While glancing at the ceiling, digging for some answers, I remembered our loyal friend at the police station.

So I grabbed my phone and dialed his digits. While waiting for him to pick up the call, I hopped out of bed and occupied my eyes on those portraits of me, Noah, and Yvanna hanging on the wall.

"Yvanna was shot earlier, but the cops declared nothing about it. Could you do some digging about the case? I know there was something more about the incident. Do