‘It’s a simple question,’ Micah said calmly.
‘I don’t have to answer you. She has nothing to do with you.’ Timothy narrowed his eyes in suspicion. ‘How did you know she’s here?’
Micah said nothing.
‘Who called you?’ Timothy demanded.
‘I just want to know if she’s okay.’
‘That’s none of your concern,’ Timothy shot back. ‘You answer my question first. Who called you?’
A sudden idea struck him.
Timothy narrowed his eyes. ‘Did you have something to do with the car crash?’
Micah frowned. ‘I don’t know what you are talking about.’
Timothy snorted. ‘Humph! How do I know I can believe you?’
‘Why would I want to hurt Darya?’
‘Beats me.’ Timothy shrugged. ‘But I wouldn’t rule it out. After all, you are the type of person who forced his own wife to give blood to his
