Mrs. Waston had been crying continuously since Jenna's kidnapping. "Her eyes were red from constant tears, and Alexa, sitting beside her, was patting her shoulder, encouraging her, and crying too. They were seated on the couch while Mr. Waston paced back and forth, folding his arms behind him, visibly upset. There had been no update about Jenna, and for him, it was a matter of both concern for his daughter and his own honor, being the biggest and most famous businessman in town.
MRS. WASTON: Watson, why don't you go to the police station and lodge an F.I.R.? My heart sinks at the thought of not knowing about her.
"Mrs. Waston asked in frustration while wiping her tear-stained cheeks".
MR.WASTON: Be patient. I am thinking of a way to find her. I can't go to the police station, there's no use in it. It's a matter concerning the daughter, so it's better to handle it quietly. Don't worry, she will be fine. I hope to Allah that He will protect her.
Alexa got up from the couch and exited the living room. After a while, she returned holding a tray with snacks. She placed it on the table and took a plate of fruit chaat, offering it to her mother, but she declined.
MRS. WASTON: No, Alexa, I can't eat. My heart is sinking, I don't know what condition my daughter is in, where she is, or how she's doing. "She said, crying, as Alexa patted her shoulder and wiped her tears".
ALEXA: Mom, I know you're worried and upset about her, but please eat something, even just a little bit, or you'll break down, please. "She persuaded her, showing a spoonful of chaat, as she gulped it down. Then she went towards her dad and convinced him to eat, as he was a heart patient and had to take his medicine after dinner.
All of a sudden, Mr. Waston's phone buzzed, catching their attention. Mrs. Waston, curious to know if it was an update about her daughter, eagerly awaited. Mr. Waston took out the phone from his pant's pocket and glanced at them after checking the caller id and before leaving the room."
MR. WASTON: Alexa, dear, take care of your mom. I'll be right back.
With that, he left the living room, and Alexa nodded in response.
Mr.Waston came back after a while when both of them looked at him with hopeful and questioning expressions.
MRS.WASTON: Whose call was it, did you get any news about Jenna? "She asked curiously when Alexa was silently reading her dad's expression that was hinting a disappointment".
ALEXA: D....dad...what happened dad? "She got up from the couch and reached her dad as he was standing in the doorway. He looked at her silently as his eyes glistening"
ALEXA: D... Dad... is everything okay? Are you okay, Dad? "She asked again in frustration when he did not respond. Slowly, she guided him towards the couch and helped him sit down, then offered him a glass of water. Mrs. Watson watched silently, sensing something bad and unexpected".
MRS.WASTON: Why are you silent Waston, say something, I'm worried, "she said in a concerned tone as Mr. Watson looked at her silently before speaking".
MR.WASTON: May God make this a lie but i have received information that J.....Jenna left of her own accord. "During this statement, he felt his throat filled with pain and tolerance.Alexa and her mother were shocked to hear his words. Mrs. Waston placed her left palm over her mouth in disbelief".
MRS. WASTON: What are you saying! H...how is it possible?
MR. WASTON: I'm asking myself the same questions. How could my doll make such a decision?
ALEXA: Dad, are you sure about it? "She asked, looking at him as he closed his eyes and took a deep sigh".
MR. WASTON: Alexa, my dear, I can't accept it, but the person.... may God forbid she ran away with, his friend called me on following his friend's order. He said that they... they... they love each other and want to marry. "He said the last words with sorrow as Alexa felt sorry for him".
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Mystery / ThrillerThe Story is all about A well recognized mafia king who is not used to tolerate anything against his will. Death for deniers. A loose temper and mad person. Takes revenge and destroys. Possessive, Dominant, Fearless and everlasting. "A man of words"...