Jonathan’s expression darkened after the call ended. He strode out of the room and stopped outside Frieda’s door.
Ever since Aubree left, Frieda had been cooping up in her room due to her guilty conscience.
When she heard someone knocking on the door, she was so nervous that she nearly fell out of her bed.
“Frieda, it’s me. Open the door.” Jonathan spoke in a firm tone that left no room for negotiation.
However, Frieda did not have the guts to face him. Faking a weak voice, she answered, “I’m not feeling well. Can we talk another time…”
“If you don’t open the door now, I’ll get the key and open it myself.” Jonathan was adamant about speaking to his sister right then.
Frieda had no choice but to get up and open the door. “Jonathan, what’s so urgent that you have to talk to me immedia
