Chapter 85

Sam hadn’t a clue why but ever since that morning, he had been having this sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, as if his instinct was telling him something bad was about to happen. Hence, he hadn’t been able to concentrate on his work, and he had kept phoning Chan every two hours or so to make sure she was fine. The last time he had contacted her, she had said she was going to pick Lilly up as Mrs. Campbell had to dash to the hospital to take care of her husband.

Everything was going to be fine, he told himself. Then again, why the heck wasn’t this bad feeling going away?

“You okay, Sam?” Jeremy, who was sitting across from him, asked.

Sam nodded. “Yeah,” he said distractedly.

Jeremy shook his head. “You’re not fine. You look like you have something on your mind. Chan? The court cases?”

Sam was about to tell Jeremy to stop prodding when his cell phone rang. It was his mom.

He quickly picked up.

“Sam.” Fran’s panicky voice came from the other side of the line, and Sam was imme