But what made it even worse was that, when he looked up, he saw Mrs. Regan standing in the doorway, her eyes wide. She must have seen him kiss Rosca's forehead. His face flushed with embarrassment and shame. How could he have been so thoughtless?Mrs. Regan stood in the doorway, her expression a mix of surprise and understanding. She had seen Bright's heartfelt plea to Rosca, his genuine concern evident in every word he spoke. And now, witnessing him kiss her daughter's forehead, she realized the depth of his feelings for Rosca."Bright," she said softly, stepping into the room, "you truly care for Rosca, don't you?"Bright's cheeks flushed even deeper with embarrassment, but he nodded, unable to deny the truth. "Yes, Mrs. Regan," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I care about her more than I can put into words."Mrs. Regan smiled gently, placing a hand on Bright's shoulder. "I can see that, dear," she said kindly. "And I want you to know that we appreciate everything yo

Jerome remained unmoved by her distress. "That's not your punishment," he said coldly. "You're going to be sold to a human trafficker. You'll be forced to work as a sex slave for the rest of your life, without any hope of escape. No one will care what happens to you, because they'll think you're insane. You'll be used and abused, with no hope of ever regaining your freedom."" You… you… you can't do this to me. Mia's hopes were shattered. She thought she was going to be taken to the asylum so she could escape. Selling her to the human means her life will be completely ruined. If care is not taken, she might be sold to a faraway place. Jerome's expression was hard and merciless. "I don't care about your miserable life," he said coldly. "You took away my lovely princess. Why should I care about you?" His eyes were cold and empty as if he were looking at an object, not a human being. "You don't matter to me. All I care about is making you pay for what you've done."Mia couldn't speak. T

As the old lady repeated her question for the second time, the old man and Jerome were at a loss for words. Finally, Jerome couldn't take the pressure anymore. He spilled everything that had been happening to them - the kidnapping, the threat, baby Ava's death, and the current situation. It was a lot to take in, and the old lady listened in stunned silence."What!" the old lady exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock. "You mean Joan was your ex-wife all along? The nerve of that woman! She won't stop until she's ruined everything." Her voice shook with a mix of anger and sadness. She wanted to cry, but she didn't want to upset her grandson any further. This was a lot to take in, and she was reeling from the revelation. She did her best to control her anger."Where is Eleanor now, and where is my great-granddaughter buried?" the old lady asked, her voice trembling. She needed to know everything, and she needed to know it now. The suspense was killing her, and she was desperate for answers.

Six months had passed since the events of that fateful day, and James had been quiet throughout. He felt like he was just a decoration in the company, merely occupying space but not contributing anything. He had been given a six-month suspension as punishment for his actions, and now that time was up, he was entitled to receive his salary once again. His butt was itching him. Finally, he decided to take action. He wanted to fight this battle alone but he realized he couldn't fight alone. He needs to fight an opponent to defeat Jerome. Taking a deep breath, James picked up his phone and dialed Annika's number. When she answered, he said, "Let's meet at the cafe. There's something important I need to tell you." Then he hung up, not giving her a chance to respond. Annika chuckled. She knew her uncle wouldn't be able to fight Jerome alone. Annika arrived at the cafe, finding James sitting at a corner table, his expression a mix of determination and uncertainty. She slid into the seat

Dressed in their finest clothes, Eleanor and Jerome drove straight to Rosca's mansion. As they pulled up, they could see Rosca's family gathered outside, all looking somewhat bewildered. Eleanor, in particular, seemed to take them by surprise. They had clearly not expected her to be there, or to see Eleanor awake and well."Eleanor, are you okay?" Mrs. Rogan rushed over and asked with a worried look on her face. She examined Eleanor from head to toe, checking for any sign of injury or illness. When she saw that Eleanor seemed to be perfectly fine, she breathed a sigh of relief and pulled her into a warm embrace. "Thank God you've woken up," she said, holding Eleanor close.Tears welled up in Mrs. Regan's eyes as she held Eleanor close. She had been so worried about her, and was so relieved to see her awake and well. She couldn't imagine how difficult it must have been for Eleanor to wake up from her coma, and she was grateful that she had made it through. If she were in Eleanor's shoe