Viona's POV
I had never imagined that the proud, composed Caroline Housley would look so foolish, stripped of all her dignity, the moment the handcuffs hooked around her wrists.
"No! Let me go! No! This is a misunderstanding!" she struggled, her voice breaking into a raw, desperate cry. Then her midnight-black eyes locked onto mine, shock and confusion flashing through them, edged with something close to pleading.
"Viona… Viona… tell them! Tell them! I'm his grandma, right? He's my grandson!" she begged, still fighting against the officers gripping her arms.
Of course, I knew exactly what I should say.
"What are you talking about? Are you high? He's my son. Caroline, I'm already doing your family a favour by letting my sweet little boy become a donor as a cousin. How could you scare him like this?"
"No… you're lying. I know it! He's Roman's son!"
"You've lost it. Officer, you can take her now. Let's not make a scene here." I commanded.
