Chapter 105

The message went unanswered. Latisha clutched her phone, waiting anxiously. Twenty minutes passed, and still, there was no reply.

Mrs. Dashiell watched as the light in Latisha's eyes slowly faded. She squeezed her hand. “Latisha, I appreciate the thought. Thank you. I really, really thank you."

Having finished a plate of oranges, Preston turned back to them. “Well? Are you done yet? The Lambert family is rolling in money. Don't tell me you can't even come up with five hundred thousand."

Latisha glanced at the old woman's face, bit her lip, and dialed Clifford's number. The call connected, but it wasn't Clifford who answered.

"Clifford's busy right now. Just text him if you need something." It was Yesenia's voice.

Latisha's heart sank. Her last sliver of hope was gone.

Yesenia hung up and placed the phone back on Clifford's desk. "That mute girl called you. No idea what she wanted."