Chantelle felt a wave of despair consume her.
"Stay calm, Ms. Bently. The person who could identify the killer may be gone, but the killer is still out there."
The words sank in.
That was true. The killer was still alive.
If no one else could reveal the truth, then she would do it herself.
****
Daniel left Western Hill Villa and drove to Wilson Group of Companies.
But no matter how much he tried to focus, he couldn't shake off the image of Chantelle's teardrop out of his thoughts.
All day, an unshakable anxiety bothered him. Even breathing felt heavy as if his chest was being crushed.
For the first time, he really thought about the pain Chantelle must have endured during their marriage.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice Philip standing right in front of him.
"What's on your mind, Daniel? You didn't even see me! Am I invisible to you? That hurts my feelings!"
Daniel snapped out of his thoughts and his mood worsened.
"What are you doing here?"
