A Heart Gone Cold
Marcel suddenly switched to a commanding tone as if he were giving me an order.
"I'm perfectly fine. There's no need for your concern," I shot back without hesitation.
"Jolene Greer, come home right now! Stop this nonsense!" Douglas snapped.
This time, I hung up and turned my phone off.
At last, I had some peace.
The black Maybach glided smoothly along the highway to Kingston, the scenery outside the window blurring past. Yet, I remained eerily calm.
When we arrived, I noticed that the staff had long been waiting. They ushered me respectfully into the Woodrow residence.