IT'S almost three hours since I was waiting for Lucas and Alfred's call. No matter how much I insisted on helping them find my child, they still did not allow me.
"Scarlet, eat first. You haven't eaten since this morning," said Monica, who put food on my plate for the third time.
"I don't feel like eating. My child is the only thing on my mind right now."
"I understand you. But how can you have strength if you don't eat? I'm willing to help you find your child. As long as you eat first."
"Really? You'll be going to help me?" I asked her in surprise.
"Of course! I've gotten close to your baby. That's why I can't handle it if something bad happens to him. I also thought that he might be hungry right now."
With what Monica said, I suddenly had courage. That's why I took the food that sh
