His Rights

A bell continuously rang, making Anastasia frown. She glanced at the room where the kids were sleeping before rushing toward the door. "Did you leave your card or what—" Her words stopped immediately after she opened the door and saw Daniel standing there.

By reflex, she tried to close the door, but Daniel was much faster, holding it open with a firm hand. "We need to talk."

"I don't really have anything more to discuss with you, Mr. Ethan Daniel. So please, go away." She said, still pushing against the door.

Daniel stepped forward, his expression intense. "But I do, so let's talk."

"I said I don't want to talk with you anymore," she replied, her voice growing anxious.