CHANTELLE’S HOME
Bryson entered the house with a slight frown on his face. He wasn’t sure what he might discover, as Emma had texted him again to come on time. He had suggested she call the hospital initially, until she said it didn’t seem like that situation. As soon as he walked in, the distraught lady hurried towards him.
He folded his arms, his gaze calm. “What is going on?”
Emma swallowed with difficulty, “I have no idea, sir. She has locked herself up in the room since yesterday. Not even the meals could bring her out. When I noticed she might have been crying, it worried me more. I would have called her friend, but she had already warned that I shouldn’t involve anyone. I didn’t know what to do anymore, so I contacted you.”
Bryson cursed under his breath. It seems Chantelle must
