Nora/Camilla’s POV
“Mrs. Smith…….. what do you mean by you are the one who kidnapped my daughter?” He asked, his voice trembling with fear evident in his eyes.
“I have her- your daughter. But I haven’t touched a strand of her hair yet- just for now. And like I said earlier, how cooperative you are, would determine whether she walks out of where she has been caged alive or dead. Am I understood?” I asked, my voice firm and stern enough to pass my message loud and clear to him.
My message that I wasn't there to joke.
He nodded his head in acknowledgement.
“Now, sit!” I motioned with my finger and immediately, he obliged.
“Listen attentively. I have a few questions to ask you and all you have to do is to answer them truthfully. Your failure to say the truth, only means your child
