Chapter 67: Too late

"Where is he?!" Evelyn barged into the Lontoc family house. "Where the hell did you keep him?!"  April relaxed on the sofa, having expected this visit. "Welcome to my house, Mother. Would you like some tea?"  "You witch! Who made you this way?! How could you...How could you kidnap your father?!"  April was unbothered. "If you have come to throw accusations, I suggest you use the door." She took a sip of her tea. "I am in no mood for your theatrics. Matter of fact, I am still shaking in my boots, waiting for the twelve-hour mark so I can come to beg you."  Evelyn couldn't recognise the person in front of her. The smirk she wielded like a sword, the coldness that oozed from her poise and the cruel comical look in her eyes. She had underestimated this daughter of hers.  "Let him go. Leave him out of this."  April corked her brow, "I still don't understand what you are saying, Mother. Seat down and speak clearly." She looked over her watch. "I don't have much time."  Evelyn took a deep bre