CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVEN

AUTHOR'S POV

"You lying bitch!" Mary retorted, gripping her phone like she was about to tear it apart, and for a moment, she actually wanted to do it.

"Nothing happened?" Selena asked in a small voice. She had not expected to be defeated, nor to get chewed out on the phone.

 She had been positive that Dera couldn't gladly do anything unless it was something that benefited her. And with the look of things, babysitting Michael couldn't have benefited her in any way so she probably must have done something else.

"Thanks be to God, my son is safe and sound!" Mary stated in an angry tone like she hated that her son was alive. But it wasn't that. She just hated that Selena had been wrong, which was something she had not been looking forward to.