David, oblivious to the chaos he was causing, yanked my hair, forcing me to look up at him. "Ada, stop being so stubborn. I'm asking you one last time—where did your mom hide the medication?"
I endured the pain surging through my body and shook my head.
With a cold laugh, he tossed me aside like yesterday's trash. "If you won't talk, then don't bother."
He stood over me, looking down with disdain, and then dialed his assistant. "Call the cops! I want Ada's mother found, no matter what."
On the other end, his assistant hesitated before responding, "Mr. Federer, I just found out that Mrs. Federer's mother passed away in a car accident a week ago. Mr. Ryan Federer is already on his way back."
"What are you talking about?" David snapped. "Just a couple of days ago, she was at my house. There's no way she just died out of the blue. What kind of favors has Ada been giving you to make you defend her like this?"
His assistant hurried to clarify, "Mr. Federer, this is absolutely true. I have obtained Mrs. Federer's mother's medical records from the doctor, and I'd send them over now.
"And… Mrs. Federer is two months pregnant!"
