“What the hell are they doing inside there?”
Alexander paced back and forth in the main foyer, sparing a glance at his father’s office room, every now and then.
“Would you just relax?” Amy assured her son, walking towards and grabbing a hold of his shoulder.
“Your father is not going to kill her!”
Alexander turned towards Amy and casted her a look to Amy that was enough to tell her that her words may carry a truth within them.
“I mean, not kill her right away! At least you would get to hear a scream.” She immediately reprimanded her own self and then turned away, beginning to pace alongside her son, hoping and praying that her husband didn’t act out of his impulsiveness and scare away the poor girl.
“Gosh! I shouldn’t have brough Isabella home!” Alexander admitted looking at his mot
