"I don't know. You did not hurt me, but if you hurt mommy again, I will be mad," Lucas said, his arms crossed against his chest. "I won't hurt your mommy again. I have learned my lesson." Evan promised. "I love your mommy, and I love you, son." Evan saw how Lucas' eyes were watering. He called hi

Just who is this man pleading before her? Shantelle did not recognize him. In fact, his whole arrival and approach to everything had been a complete surprise to her. First, he told her he loved her and had gone around looking for her. Second, he did not retort over the fact that she had hidden Luc

Shantelle ultimately took a deep breath with her eyes shut. It appeared to Evan that she was bracing herself. When she opened her eyes, she clearly and slowly answered, "I don't. I don't, Evan. I don't love you anymore." There was not a hint of emotion in her tone. She wasn't angry or nervous. It

"Grandpa, let me help you get up," Lucas offered, guiding Erick to the dining table of their hotel suite. To Erick's other side, a nurse aide held Erick around his waist. "My sweet little boy," Erick remarked, caressing Lucas' head. "Thank you for taking care of grandpa." It had been three days s

"I am preparing food so my good doctor can give me proper advice," he responded. "Bon appétit." Shantelle further glowered at Evan, but her stomach grumbled again. He smiled. Her mouth twitched. Her stomach growled again. 'The hell!' Her stomach wasn't cooperating with her! She wound up eati

"Are you sure you are okay?" Shantelle asked as she lifted Evan's shirt from the back. There was a big red mark above his hip, suggesting blood had pooled in that area, forming a nasty bruise. Not only that, he had scratched his forehead, and he admitted to hurting his arm. "I'm fine. I protected

"That's me. Are you sure you can manage?" She asked. "Positive," Evan replied. Shantelle quickly ordered Evan's discharge with pain medications and anti-inflammatories. She instructed the nurses in the ER to have Evan ushered in a wheelchair before finally leaving the Emergency Room. *** "Sir

Three days had passed since the motorbike incident. The hospital administration strengthened its security around the facility and reported the same to the authorities. Unfortunately, the motorbike had used fake plates, and the police could not trace the vehicle's owner. Thus, the purpose of the at

Evan: [Good morning. Hope you had some rest. Mother says hi, and she misses you.] Shantelle read Evan's message. It included a picture of Clara and Erick having breakfast at the old Thompsons' mansion. It made her smile, thinking how many times she had spent at the same house. She typed her reply

*** "Daddy, I really miss you. When are you coming back?" Lucas said, his body turned sideways on his bed, refusing to give Shantelle her phone. Like every other night since Evan left, he and Lucas spoke until nine. That night, however, Shantelle was already feeling sleepy. She said to Evan, "Let