"Who should be locked up Mel?" Lincoln asked calmly.
She looked straight into his eyes before saying the last words he
wished to hear.
"My father," she said clutching his shirt her body trembling out of fear.
He lifted her up into his arms, informing Walter to call for the doctor as they left for the manor and to pay the cafe owners for any inconveniences caused as they had cleared out the cafe before Lincoln had arrived.
Drifting to sleep, in his arms whilst they headed home she woke up with a start. He knew the reason behind her restlessness as he calmed her down.
"She seems to be fine. Whatever is wrong with her seems to be an inner battle of her conscience. Try to eliminate whatever is unsettling her. It is not good for her or the baby," the doctor informed Linc.
"Thank you doc
