Chapter 6

Lachlan.

I was still in pain and hurt. How she was able to beat me at my game baffled me a lot. At some point, I was almost losing it. I think I need therapy. 

“I see no reason why you'd always want to keep looking for that miserable bitch. She's not worth all the stress, Lachie; she's not worth it. c'mon” 

Cassandra's words were beginning to irritate my ears. I couldn't tell what the reason but it was just irritating.

At this point in time, I don't feel like talking to anyone. I was hell-bent on bringing her back to the house. 

If she had left alone, I wouldn't be moved whatsoever, maybe a little though, but she's left with my damn child! My growth, for God's sake! I won't in any way let this go down like that; I never will. 

“Look, Cassie, you just have to let me be as we speak; it's not making any sense to me that you're always nagging me to death; please let me think!” 

For the very first time, I lashed out at Cassie. Her countenance changed immediately. I shouldn't have shouted at her like that, though; she caused it. 

This is a point in time where I needed solutions and not some sort of affection, I smirked. 

“Lachie, don't make me feel like you're upset with me... Why are you not happy? Tell me what you still need Amelia for. Talk to me, Lachie, just talk to me.” 

Gosh!

If this is how she'd continue to nag, then I feel this is already a red flag. What the hell is her problem? 

“Cassie, I'm very sure you have no idea how it feels to be beaten to your own game, and that's the reason why you're so relaxed and not thinking this through.” 

My phone rang, 

My goddamn father-in-law is calling. What the hell does he want, and why's he calling now?

"Hello,” I said sharply. 

“Hey Lachlan, what's the update? Have you heard anything about her yet?” 

Is this old man actually thinking through his anus? Your damn daughter left my house to God-knows-where, and you expect me to know of her whereabouts. 

I tried hard not to be rude.

“I don't quite understand you, sir. Your daughter, Amelia, left the house yesterday evening, and ever since, I've not seen her, and that's the reason I called earlier on.” 

I perceived trying to balance your emotions as a herculean task. It was indeed very annoying. I tried as much as possible not to raise my voice on the phone. 

“Okay, but how's it possible that she left your house without prior notice and you can't even place it where she must have been?”

At this point, I was beginning to lose it. What does he mean by I can't place it?

Is this old boy thinking at all?

“Sir, I've said it earlier, and I'm saying it again. I have no idea where your daughter is, and moreso, she left the house yesterday evening without a damn notice. Is that difficult to understand?” 

This time, I've had enough. It's way too much for me to actually bear. Why's he acting so insensitive? 

You really can't blame him though; this is a whole human you're talking about, and as such, you need to be overly inquisitive, but this is too much, way too much. 

“So you want to...”

I didn't wait for him to finish the last statement. I hung up the call immediately. I can't continue to have that conversation before I do something funny. I can't stand someone drawing me back as much as I'm trying to make things very clear. 

“Lachie, you're beginning to worry too much. Come take a seat.” 

Cassandra is actually being reasonable for the first time in a while. She's been on the nagging side all morning. At least she's considerate now. 

“Well, I'd have my seat. Not until I have what I want. I can't take this, not for anything.” 

She heaved a sigh of relief. I'm sure she's ready for the handwriting on the wall; she clearly understands that I'm not in the mood for any of her incessant questions. 

I continued to check my phone, scrolling from side to side, checking for any messages giving me details of her whereabouts. Still pacing from one end to another, I decided to call my detective again. 

“What's good? Have you seen anything suspicious yet?” 

I was eager to know what the update was, irrespective of the time frame. All I ever wanted was to find Amelia and make her pay for the stress she's caused me. 

“Sir, I've searched frantically. I can't find anything as we speak, sir. If only you could give me some more time, sir.” 

Some more time! What the hell is this silly bum taking all my money for? What's his problem? Why can't he just find a way around this little assignment I've given him? 

This is so far the highest level of incompetence I've seen in a long time. 

“Look, this is in no way funny. It's either I see her or you lose your job; I won't ask you again.” 

If it required me to sack all my employees to bring Amelia back, I was ready to do just that. 

I never really cared about her anyway; my bone of contention is the growing foetus and nothing more. That's exactly the driving force behind my movements towards finding her. It's either I see her or nothing. 

“Sir, it hasn't gotten to this. To be honest, I feel there's a way around this, and the earlier the better. If we can just find a link to her, then it's half done. What do you think, sir?” 

What the hell is this man saying? Do I look like a joke to him? 

“Look, I'm not going to give you more than twenty-four hours to do what I've asked of you since last night; you know what to do and how to do it. I shouldn't be teaching you your job.”