A cold smile curled as I responded to the phone, “Claire is busy right now,” I said casually. “She is dealing with some plumbing issues. She won’t be back for a while.”
I hung up and turned off my phone before Edward could respond, cutting off any further conversation. No more explanation. No more apologies. Before I can even sit down, there’s a pounding at the door.
The door burst open with so much force that I stumbled back when I unlocked it. Before I could even think, a group of bodyguards pinched me down. Edward came storming into my tiny apartment, his heavy footsteps echoing as he flipped furniture, ripped through every room and searched for Claire. He looked around the two-room hut, searching for her. Yet nothing was found.
“She is busy with plumbing, isn’t she? Where is she?” he demanded, his face flushed with anger and frustration.
I tilted my head, looking at him with an angry face. The pleasure of revenge grew in my heart.
I raised an eyebrow and said calmly, “I said she is busy with the plumbing, but I never said it was at my place. Maybe she is at your brother’s house dealing with it. Why don’t you check there?”
Edward’s eyes darkened as he grabbed a fistful of my hair, his voice dropping dangerously. “Stop playing games with me. This is your last chance. Where is she?”
Claire always kept her whereabouts a secret. I was just her scapegoat, so how could I possibly know where she was?
Gritting my teeth through the pain, I responded as kindly as I could, “She is a grown adult with hands and feet. How could I possibly know where she goes? I am not her mother!”
Not hearing the answer he wanted, Edward’s gaze turned ruthless. He released my hair and slapped me across the face hard enough to make my head buzz. Anger boiled inside me.
But, despite the pain, I couldn’t help but feel... eager.
Oh, you are already angry?
That was just the beginning of his rage. The real fury was yet to come.
Edward was really upset with me. He kept asking me questions and I just kept saying I didn't know. He got really frustrated and started hitting me. He kept saying, "Do you really think keeping your mouth shut will save you?"
As he spoke, he reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone and unlocked it using my face. He began scrolling through my contacts. When he saw the name of my emergency contact, a cruel smile spread across his lips and he dialled the number.