Chapter Two Hundred and Twelve.

Declan dropped the call and all through the night, his mind wandered. He later drifted off to sleep.

At the Williams residence the next day. May picked up the post mail their housekeeper had dropped for her on the table.

"Omg!"

May, slumped onto the couch, turning pale instantly.

"Are you okay?"

Clara asked, rushing to her daughter.

"Talk to me Baby, what's that?"

Clara panicked at the way May sat, stunned and motionless. May was holding a paper in one hand and Clara took it. Her eyes skimmed the lines of the paper and she covered her gape with one hand at once.

"Omg.. No way. This can't be."

Clara collapsed beside May on the couch. They stayed that way in silence for more than five minutes and their breathing became the only sign that they were not dead.

The doorbell rang, shortly after causing them to jerk.

"I—will get the door."

Clara stuttered in a low whisper and moved her weak legs to the door.

"How dare you?"

May heard her mom yell from the front door the next second and