At that moment, the study door slowly creaked open.
Jessica stepped out first. Her face was expressionless, her eyes cold as they settled on Desmond. Davis followed closely behind, his expression dark and unyielding. The noises from the hallway wasn't drowned on them, they heard it all.
Desmond sneered. "Finally decided to show yourselves?" His gaze flickered past them. "Where is he?" He queried, his gaze calculative.
Jessica looked at him for a while "What do you think?" She chimed. She would have waited to hear the more of what this man would want to say further but the old man needed rest and with their constant babbling—it is an impossible feat.
"What have you and your husband done to my father?" Desmond queried coldly walking up to her step by step.
It is clear he didn't put Davis in his eyes. Jessica met his gaze head-on, a challenging smirk playing on her lips.