"Hold on, Mr. Molan!" Kathy finally caught up just as they were about to get into the car. She pointed at Leah, her voice shrill. "Don't let her fool you! She's the kind of woman who'd hurt her own father—imagine what she'd do to your daughter! If you stay with her, it's only going to end in disaster!"
George came rushing up, panting heavily. He yanked Kathy behind him and kept apologizing. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Molan. My daughter has some mental issues, and she doesn't think before she speaks. Please, don't take anything she says seriously."
Enzo glanced at Leah. She sat there, completely calm, like none of this had anything to do with her. Her eyes were cold, so different from the gentle way she usually carried herself.
"Mr. Molan, Ms. Gatlin, please get in the car," the driver interrupt
