Fernando seemed confused looking for Viona here and there. He could barely breathe calmly from noon after knowing that Viona did not come home with his driver. Justin and Harry who were tasked with tapping all the CCTVs across Ottawa had no success.
"Where are you, Babe ...? Come home, Babe ..."
"Don't torture me like this, Babe ..."
"Please, Babe, come back to me, pity our baby."
"My love, please ... go home ..." Fernando repeatedly sent undelivered messages to Viona, hundreds of times already.
He called Viona but he did not even get an answer.
"Justin, why haven't you got any results?" Fernando asked Justin who was busy with his laptop.
"Sorry, Sir, none of my men has found the presence of Madame," Justin stammered.
"Oh God ... where are you?" Fernando said softly, while scratching his hair that wasn't itchy.
