MRS ARNOLD’s POV
I picked up the call expecting it to probably be the man who gave me the note. Hopefully, he wanted to give me a proper explanation for the note.
“Hel.. Hello.. Who is this!”
My voice was shaky, and I was shivering out of fear.
“This is Samrat, ma'am. I gave you my number I have been expecting your call, so I decided to call you instead”
“Samrat, thank God that you called! I need to ask you a question! Is that man over there really my son? Please, I need the truth! I don't understand anything that is happening and I really need answers, please! Where exactly did you see that man from?”
“It would probably sound funny to you, but I saw this man outside my house a week ago, he was lying down helplessly with bruises and burns all over his body, and he begged me to help
