just a filthy Jamieson.

It was nearing the end of spring; the sky emitted a dull glow. Two men stood outside, with cold demeanours, they seemed unapproachable, untouchable and unfeeling. Both men were overwhelmed with anger.

"Did she say who hired her?" asked Israel looking at the sky, he couldn't help but wonder 'Should Ella postpone her wedding until we figure out the level of danger is surrounding them?'

"She would not say, she just kept repeating that 'Alice was just a filthy Jamieson.'" stated Xavier, he'd been trying to understand Sara and all he could conclude was Alice's attack was linked to her paternal family. 

"I'll go see her, if she refuses to give us information, we'll need PI Sammy to dig deep, I hope for her own sake, it was worth it. I'll be asking for the harshest punishment." Israel knew there was nothing he could say to his girls that would make them feel better about Alice's predicament, worse of all, if she never walks again.