C140 What is waiting for us?

Aayana's POV -

The Police van faded away from my eyesight. I turn back and a bunch of journalists surround me.

"Ma'am. How's Ira Madam's condition? Will we get her back to us?" I frown at that journalist.

"Listen to your words. Are you asking to know about her health or her death?" I am louder than my usual tone.

"Sorry ma'am. I didn't mean that." He lowers his gaze.

"You better be sorry