Henry?

“What the hell do you mean by that?”

“Yes! You heard her, where is Henry?”

Jason was furious and confused at the same time. He was looking for his son, only for his ex-wife to accuse him of knowing his whereabout.

He clutched his fists and suppressed the anger he felt inside, then he exhaled almost all the air he had inhaled and said calmly.

“You drink yourself to a stupor and sleep off leaving our son unattended and now you accuse me of being aware of his location. What kind of mother are you?”

“I.I”

Isabella wanted to lash out at Jason, but the guilt had crept into her mind couldn't let her finish her statement. She gnashed her teeth at him and growled.

“Clearly you have nothing to say. How the hell do you call yourself a mother?”

Jason turned immediately and left for Isabella’s apartment, leaving the two ladies speechless. He pushed the door, forcing it open, and walked to the corner where the cradle was kept and searched everywhere for his son.

“Henry? Henry!” He