Rebekah paced around her bedroom with a wine glass in hand as she tried to figure out a way to fix things. Everything was falling apart. Everything was a mess.
She was losing her daughters, and the life she had built for herself and them. First, it was Lisa, and then it was Bernice, and now it was Anita and Tiffany.
How was she going to fix this and get her girls back where she wanted them? Neither of them was taking her call to tell her how Bernice was doing, and she couldn't just show up at the hospital because she didn't want them to embarrass her like they had done the previous day.
She turned to the door with a scowl when one of her housekeepers knocked on it, "What?" she barked at her without opening the door.
"Mr. Adam is downstairs," the housekeeper informed her politely.
