Owen
Natasha was busy asking Angelic about what happened. Angelic answered her queries in a stoic face. She couldn’t even look at Natasha. I heard her sigh and asked her if she could take a bath.
“Sure,” Natasha answered, still looking at her. She was worried. I sighed and turn at her. “Natasha, we have to talk.”
She nodded and we went outside the room of Angelic. I put my hand on my waist, my fist on my mouth, breathing heavily and stare at her. “I have to go,” I told her.
Her eyebrows furrowed at me. “Where? I thought you’re staying here!”
“I have to go and talk to my mother and baby… Emily. I have to check them up. My mother must have heard the news now, so I have to talk to her.”
She put her hand on her waist. “Fine. Why are you telling me this by the way?” She c****d an e
