Vivien stayed silent.
I turned and headed towards the house behind me.
Inside the house, there was a crowd of people, sitting in groups, munching on snacks and chatting with each other.
I scanned the room but saw no sign of Norris. I began searching room by room.
An old lady stood up and yelled at me, "Hey, who are you? You can't just barge into someone else's house!"
I ignored her, my anxiety growing as I realized Norris wasn't there.
Vivien and Frederic rushed after me.
"Sandi, Sandi! This is someone else's home! You can't do this!"
Vivien gestured to Frederic, signaling him to stop me.
"Vivien, is this how your company doing things? This is outrageous."
The old lady walked over, looking at us with a disapproving.
I grabbed her hand, and said coldly, "Where is my son? Where is he?"
The old lady glanced at Vivien, then at me, as if piecing things together.
Her eyes darted around as she replied defensively, "What are you talking about? How would I know where your son is? It's ridiculous that you come searching for your kid in my house."
Just then, a woman carrying a crying child came down the stairs.