Morgan POV

A week passed, and I sat with my lovely wife, discussing my plans for the day.

"You said that you will take care of them, but how?" She asked.

"Like always," I said.

She shook her head and smiled.

"Tell me, Mr. Loyd is alive," she said.

I stared at her, not knowing what to say. I couldn't lie to her, but why did she ask this question?

"I checked your phone last night and heard you telling Bernard how to handle him," she said.

"Yes, he is," I said.

She smiled and ...