[GEORGIA'S ROOM]
Georgia sat on her bed, looking rattled and disturbed. Her legs were crossed as she occasionally sipped from her glass.
She was scrolling through her phone, researching about Drexton.
Since what Ixora said at the police station, her mind hasn't been at ease. She would stand up and pace around the room. She would sit down, cross her legs and sip from her glass.
She couldn't get the thoughts that had been disturbing her. The thoughts of Drexton being Eric and Roselyn's son. She never heard from him again, but Smith had told her that the private investigator he sent to look for him had confirmed him dead.
Yet again, she can't be so sure. But if it was him, why would he go after her daughter? He should have gone after her. She was the one who wronged him. Who took his par
