“I don’t want anything anymore. I don’t want to be the head of this family! I don’t want my status and name. I don’t even want you anymore…”
Cherity frowned slightly, as if weighing the truth in my words.
Just then, the nanny burst in, holding a wailing baby in her arms.
“Ma’am, where is Sir Barrett? The baby keeps crying for her daddy. He’s never been gone this long. Could something have happened to him?”
The warmth that had started to return to Cherity’s face vanished instantly.
She barked, “Tie Ashwyn up and drag him to the rooftop!”
Then she turned her sharp gaze on me. “Garland, you get one last chance to speak. If you still won’t tell me, I won’t hesitate to let you watch your brother die in front of you—again.”
I was beyond despair, completely drained.
I thought to myself, ‘If she really dares kill my brother, I’ll drag her up that rooftop with me and take her to hell!’
Just as the bodyguards began to move, her assistant ran in, breathless and holding up a phone.
“Ma’am! We’ve found Sir Barrett!” he reported.
Cherity finally located Barrett at a church on the outskirts of Newark.
He was kneeling in front of the altar.