Kidnapping Attempt

Lilian held her chest in great pain. Tears flowed down her cheeks. It was the first time in her life that she had felt such severe heartache. It was breaking to see her grandson consciously said something so mean to her. Marcel Douglas, a good boy who always loved her, could say such an evil statement. It was the first time in her life that Marcel could stare at her so contemptuously.

Unable to bear her own weight, Lilian shuffled over to the nearest chair to sit down before her old body fell onto the wooden floor. She could only cry, didn't recognize her own grandson. Seeing Marcel had changed made Lilian feel like she had lost her two grandchildren now. The feeling of loneliness was getting bigger, now mixed with heartache.

"Something must be wrong.. There must be a problem. There's no way Marcel be this way. I know him very well," Lilian muttered as she took out her cell phone from her sleeping pants pocket.