Naysa's POV
"Where is the father of these children? Can't we simply contact him to handle this matter instead?!"
I completely comprehended the source of Zayn's barely contained fury. Given my current entanglement in a homicide investigation, it went without saying that minimizing any unusual behavior would be wisest. Yet I found myself compelled to retrieve the children personally—this was the only way I could ensure Matilda's safe concealment. The stakes couldn't be higher.
"They... they don't have a father," I lied quietly, my gaze dropping to the floor as my fingers nervously picked at each other. My mind raced desperately, searching for any plausible excuse that would allow me to reach the Hilton Hotel first. However, Zayn appeared to misinterpret my visible discomfort entirely.
