Whitney's heart skipped a beat, and the phone nearly slipped from his grasp. His voice tightened as he asked, "When did this happen?"
"Just now," Monroe replied, her voice breaking with sobs. "Whitney... have you been causing trouble with the Edwards family? Please, stop. We can't fight them. You'll only end up hurting yourself—and Jenny. She's only six years old, Whitney. I'm begging you, please stop."
Her voice cracked into a wail, a desperate plea laced with fear. Monroe knew all too well that going up against a powerful family like the Edwards or the Holtz was no different from a moth flying into a flame.
Kenson, who had been standing nearby, wore a grim expression. He hadn't expected their enemies to stoop this low.
"General," Kenson said, his voice steady but dark, "when Madam ca
