Isaac's POV
While driving my car. I can't stop seeing Ingrid's face in my head. I think she's unaware that she loses her calm and shows me how worried she is through her beautiful amber eyes. I brush my lips while leaning my elbow on the steering wheel.
It feels great because someone was worried about my safety. I drive faster. For over two years. I feel excited to go home to that house again. I don't want to make my wife worried about me. As soon as I arrived, Luther and my men approached me.
"Let's go," I coldly remarked.
They let me walk first and aligned behind me. James's men were stunned to see me. But they seem to expect me as well. They open the door silently.
I stepped inside and walked for a few steps. Then I saw my wife's huge portraits on the top of a coffin, surrounded w
