CHAPTER NINETY FOUR WRONG

  Mrs. Dustfinger latched onto Grandma Scott's dress, "She's six months pregnant. She doesn't know how to go about herself and now she's kidnapped, how am I going to sit down and eat or even relax when I haven't seen my daughter in a week."

  Grandma Scott smiled before she held her shoulders, "We're taking care of it. We're working so hard on this to make sure everything is okay."

  She turned to Johan, "Please take them home," she came closer and whispered, "What about Davis?"

  "He hasn't moved a muscle since last night. Has himself locked up in a room since last night. I have no idea what he's doing all alone but Gerald is keeping watch on him."

  "Good, take them home and see me quickly. I can't let Ethan get away with this pretty soon."

  "Why did you invite me out when I have a busy schedule, I have someone to take care of. A pregnant wife." Ethan said as he sat across the table with Grandma Scott.