Lila’s P.O.V
The police officer struggled to say a word, but the caller kept shouting back at him, not even giving him the chance to speak.
He paused waiting for quite a long time for the caller to pour out his vengeance. His face stern, seeming very attentive.
“How could you let the robbers who raided her house go away just like that? Now you’re saying that the police couldn’t make it on time. What rubbish,” the caller said angrily.
I drew closer, leaning my hands on the table. I was scared and bothered, “This must be a known person, and why does he care about me so much?” I pondered. The voice sounded very familiar, but I still couldn't know who it was.” It felt like I should take the phone from the officer.
“You better find me the person responsible, and make sure nothing happens
