Olivia POV

I was stunned by the rudeness of the man's words. "What? I was talking to my daughter; please give her the cell phone,” I asked.

“First you talk to me. Do you happen to have plans to separate me from my daughter, huh?” he asked accusingly. “Do you want to go live in London with Bathory, that ordinary piece of shit, and take my daughter with you? But I’m already warning you that you won’t be able to separate me from my daughter, Olivia Thompson!” He was full of words. ...