Third Person's POV
Kelsea's face paled immediately. A knot settled in her throat; she could hardly breathe, and the words seemed unwilling to come out.
She jumped to her feet and, with trembling hands, picked up the phone from the floor.
"Do not touch my things again. Do you hear me? It's my privacy; you have no right to do it. Who do you think you are?"
Smith clenched his jaw. He knew what he had done was wrong, but he wanted to hear the answer from Kelsea's lips.
"Answer, Kelsea. Are they your children? Are the kids living in your house yours?"
Kelsea's lips began to tremble. If she didn't have the willpower to hold back, she would burst into tears at that moment.
"How do you know that children are living in my house?" she asked, annoyed.
Carter turned away to avoid seeing Kelsea
