Daring task

"Are you suspecting me?" Christopher's angry, frustrated voice burst out from the other end of the line.

Abigail tightened her grip on the phone, her expression pinched, her eyes closing. She was already worried, and his question heightened her anxiety. She took a deep breath and tried to steady her racing thoughts, seeking clarity amidst the chaos of her emotions.

"Can't you just answer with a simple 'yes' or 'no'?"

"Abi…" Christopher gritted his teeth. "No… I didn't hurt Lance in any way. Who will do anything to him, by the way? He is the man of your powerful father. Who will have the audacity to harm him? Perhaps he went missing on his own. Or perhaps your father made him disappear."

His remarks pricked Abigail's nerves, adding to her already tense state.