"Grace, won't you answer the phone?" asked Mr. Ibra, when he saw that she had an incoming call on her cell phone.Madame Grace was taken aback and turned her back on Mr. Ibra while glaring at Aldo. This time Aldo didn't understand Mrs. Grace's gesture.Madame Grace snorted in annoyance as Aldo did not respond to her gesture.Mrs. Grace turned her body back to face Mr. Ibra, then said,"Oiya, I'll stay for a while!"Mrs. Grace pretended to answer the call, putting the phone to her ear. Mrs. Grace deliberately moved away from Mr. Ibra and Aldo, so as not to be seen not receiving the call.Seeing this, Aldo could only shake his head.Not long after, Mrs. Grace returned and said,"Just a wrong number."Then Mrs. Grace gave the barcode of her contact number to Mr. Ibra. After saving Mrs. Grace's contact number, Mr. Ibra said,"Well Grace, I will call you when I have time. I hope you will accept my coming."Aldo pulled Mrs. Grace's arm and moved away from Mr. Ibra."Sir, wait a minute!"

Brandon was still looking for the python's weak spot, and was waiting for the right moment to stab the python with his stick. He didn't want it to hit the tiger's body.The tiger and python continued to struggle in the river water, which made it difficult for Brandon to attack the python."Oh my! Why can't they shut up? How can I attack the snake if it keeps moving?" grumbled Brandon. The tiger looked increasingly exhausted, having spent too long in the water struggling with the python.Seeing that the tiger was getting weaker, Brandon confidently stabbed the python with his wooden stick. Brandon's stab missed only hitting the river rocks. Brandon tried again, this time using one hand. Again, Brandon failed to stab the python, as it continued to struggle with the tiger."Damn! Why is it so hard to stab that snake? I can't fail this time or the tiger will suffocate," Brandon muttered. Brandon held his wooden stick with both hands, making it more sturdy. Feeling confident, Brandon st

Mrs. Grace and Aldo, who were about to have a drink, put their cups back down when they heard snapping.Mr. Ibra immediately calmed down Madame Paula, who was suddenly angry."Paula, I invited them here. Please behave yourself!" pleaded Mr. Ibra."What should I do, father? That woman doesn't belong in our house. Just look at her dress like a hobo," Mrs. Paula retorted. "However, they are still our guests, Paula!" defended Mr. Ibra."You call them guests? What kind of guests would mess up our sofa?" retorted Madame Paula, glaring at Madame Grace.Aldo, who had gotten his fair share of insults from others, could only smile to himself. He really regretted Madame Paula's attitude, which was very arrogant. Meanwhile, Mrs. Grace was still holding back her emotions, which were starting to be provoked by Mrs. Paula's cursing."Paula, calm yourself! Try to be friendly to them, there's no more fighting between us. Forget everything that happened in the past. They've come well, we should recei

"Shut your mouth, bitch!" snapped Madame Paula, glaring at Madame Grace."Get out, everyone!" Mr. Ibra's temper was at its peak.He had hoped for peace in Majid's room, but all he got was an argument.Mrs. Grace was still sitting next to Majid, stroking his hair. Then Mrs. Grace whispered to Majid, "Son, we will meet again another time! I will make sure that the culprit who poisoned your sister and mother is punished severely. You are the key to this mystery." After whispering to Majid, Mrs. Grace left Majid's room.After everyone left Majid's room, Mr. Ibra sat next to Majid and said,"I'm sorry for the commotion, son! I promise, it won't happen again in your room."Mr. Ibra looked at the table beside Majid's bed, and was surprised to see that there was still plenty of Majid's breakfast left. Suddenly it made him very angry."Paula! Come quickly!" called Mr. Ibra.Mrs. Paula, who was standing not far from the door, immediately entered Majid's room."What's wrong, father?" asked Mrs

Mrs. Grace and Aldo, who were picking up the scattered money, were startled by a rebuke from someone behind them. Mrs. Grace and Aldo looked back, but they both continued picking up their money."I guess you don't need any help," said the tractor-trailer driver, leaving Mrs. Grace and Aldo behind."Hey, wait!" exclaimed Mrs. Grace.The truck driver stopped and turned to Mrs. Grace and asked,"What's wrong, ma'am?""Didn't you just offer to help us?" she asked back."That's right! I want to help you pick up your scattered money," the truck driver replied.Hearing the tractor-trailer driver's answer, Mrs. Grace was a little embarrassed. Then Mrs. Grace asked again,"Are you willing to help us with anything else?""You mean, ma'am? What kind of help?" the truck driver asked back."Would you be willing to drive us home?" asked Mrs. Grace again. The truck driver scratched his head, which was not itchy. Then with a smile he replied,"Hehehe, nothing is free, ma'am!""I was expecting you t