Chapter 62

Matteo's expression and his voice were fraught with worry, and little wonder as to why— this was someone he cared about, after all. But Mila just couldn't understand how he could get so worked up over not seeing Penelope for such a short time. "So? Where is she?" Matteo demanded, getting more impatient. Mila found his response quite odd. "How should I know? She's not a helpless kid. I'm not in charge of keeping my eye on her, am I?" Trent's voice was accusatory as he responded, "Helen said you knew where she was. Who else would we ask but you?" Mila frowned. She didn't like the tone they were using, but with someone's safety at stake, she didn't have time to argue about it. "She was with Mr. Sheehan just now," she replied frankly. "Maybe he might know where she went." As soon as she said this, a wall of ice frosted over Matteo's eyes, sending a shiver down Mila's spine. "Mila, you know perfectly well the kind of person Mr. Sheehan is. And yet, you allowed him to be alone