“We have called Denise house, his security man said he came around, changed his wears, picked his belongings and left.”

“Left for where, please?”

Mrs. Nichole Bailey asked amidst tears.

“Mom, calm down, please.”

Julie, who was just hearing that Freya had contacted Denise, staff members advised. Mr. Arthur Bailey looked at his distressed daughters and lover with empathy and advised as he stood up.

“It had been a hectic day for all of you. I think you all should rest. Phil, please come.”

Mrs. Nichole Bailey anxiously inquired.

“Where are you going?”

He gave her a perfunctory response.

“To look for our son.”

He walked to his study while...