Avery’s P.O.V.
“I have to go back tomorrow, Avery, but I am worried for you,” Hugh said in a worried tone while coaxing Theo’s son into his embrace. I smiled while wiping Grace’s face. She was still unconscious but was in better health.
“You don’t worry, Hugh. When I took this job, I knew the danger. It’s just…. I didn’t expect the killer to be this ruthless,” I replied to him but my tone went cold in the end. “If our theory is right, you are safe for the time being. Still, we can’t let our guards down.” He said to me in the same worried tone.
I stopped wiping her face, but kept looking at her. I still tremble in fear when the scene of her being pushed reeled in front of my eyes. I was in the living room with the kitchen head, going through the lunch menu when I sensed a danger. I rushe
