After a momentaneous moment that seemed too long for the pregnant souls to see who the guest really was, her face finally shone on them as she was ushered in by the major. Their jaws would have dropped to the floor after her face was revealed, but her condition was more appalling than anything else. Her eyes were double their usual size. They were red and sore, like she had wept nonstop for days. She looked messy, from her hair to her dirty clothes. She didn’t look like the woman they both knew.“I will go back to my post, boss. Please excuse me.” The major said this and excused himself.“Good morning, Jordan!” Diana spoke calmly.Jordan did not respond to her greetings. He instead turned to Mariela, who was keen on listening to what was being said. “Leave us!” Jordan spoke.“What? Why?” Mariela snapped. Any tiny bit of information and secrets were crucial to her, however minor they were. Jordan, however, gave her a look that made her realize just how out of place she was. She had no

When Diana arrived home, she made her way straight to the living room. The room had become their everything—their sitting room, dining area, and bedroom as well. All the other rooms in the humongous mansion were completely out of bounds for them.Her mother was still lying on the sofa where she had left her. She was unable to speak like the day before. She had a broken leg, a broken hand, and several dislocations. Her face had turned purple from the beatings. Her lower lip was competitively bloated and torn to the point that even the houseflies were sticking to it."Mom," Diana called as she shook her a little to let her know of her arrival. Unfortunately, her mother was not in a condition to speak or even react. Only tears flowed in response to her daughter. Tears filled the eyes of Diana again after seeing her mother’s deteriorating condition.“May I know where you went, you useless woman?” Her uncle asked as he came down from upstairs with a bottle of whisky in his hands. He halted

Daniel’s lower part of his face was drenched in his own blood when he finally jerked himself up from the floor. Even the upper part had bleeding marks too, but the lower one seemed to have suffered the most. Actually, he was too scared to stand. He did not want to face another kick or a punch on his almost dismantled face from Jordan. And he was too ashamed to face the faces before him. He was certain that Diana and her mother were basking in the uttermost glee at seeing him being beaten up and humiliated before them. He wished he would never face them again.But they were there, watching it all, and indeed, sure to Daniel’s thoughts, Diana’s smugness could never have been cloaked seeing the man in such a state. It was not like she was even trying to hide it. She wanted her uncle to see just how much she relished watching their tormentor’s downfall. If only her mother had the strength to move a muscle, she would also have joined her daughter in laughing at her brother and mocking him.

“Rest assured that he will never bother you again.” Jordan said.Diana nodded her head. She trusted Jordan. She then went to her mother. Fishing her phone from her handbag, she called an ambulance to come and take her mother to the hospital, while Jordan escorted Daniel to his room to pack his bags. “Wait for me outside," Jordan said to Ana.Getting to the room, they walked in on a carpet of drugs. The room looked like it was where the drugs were manufactured. He did not know what type they were, though. “Sit!” Jordan ordered, and Daniel turned to him with shock.“What? I thought I was going to pack.” He asked in confusion.“It is not necessary. The trip you are taking does not require you to take anything with you.” Jordan said.“What are you talking about? Of course, I need to pack my clothes.” Daniel asked. He thought they had an agreement, but the way Jordan was talking contradicted everything he had told Daniel. It seemed he had some other plan.Just then, a police vehicle stoppe

A convoy left Jordan’s home in the morning, taking less than ten minutes to ascend. Some guards were left behind to guard the house. In the first car, Jordan, Ana, and Mariela sat at the back with Jordan’s personal driver, who was none other than the major behind the wheel. The drive was quiet. No tension at all. It was like something was whispering to them that fate had laid the table of their victory before them. After about twenty minutes, things turned from cool in Jordan’s car to restlessness. Mariela just noticed that no one was asking her for directions. What was worse, the car had veered off in the opposite direction from what she expected. “We missed the direction, guys. This is not the way to boss Elias’ mansion. It is the other route that we have left.” Mariela spoke with restlessness and confusion. “We are on the right route. Keep driving, Major!” Jordan said it