The car arrived at the Imperial Garden Villa and slowly came to a stop.
"We're here, get out," Christopher Hart opened the car door, preparing to get out.
Amelia Garcia asked, puzzled, "Why aren't we going to the hospital?"
"Hope doesn't like hospitals; she insisted on coming back," the man lied without blinking an eye.
Actually, he had deliberately chosen to be at home to see if revisiting the old place would expose any slip-ups from her.
Amelia Garcia looked at the villa outside and memories began flooding back to her.
"What's wrong, Miss Norton? Are you afraid of something?" The man smirked, his words loaded with implication.
"Not at all, I just feel it's inconvenient to go to someone else's house."
"You're overthinking it, get out of the car," the man urged again, standing by the car door.
"Wait a second." Amelia Garcia bent her head to open her purse and rummaged through it to pull out a silvery yellow object.