"I know" she replied, looking so broken as soon as they got inside the house. "I cannot excuse what he has done. But... but he is still my grandfather and I can't bear to see him suffer. You're making a very bad mistake!" She groaned, her voice trembling as she tried to find her words. Cage sighed, putting his hands on his waist. This just seemed to get a lot worse, because it had just escalated quickly. What what she even thinking? He thought, knowing that it was surely going to take a lot of time before getting her to come to terms with what had happened. He could feel his anger rising again, and he was forced to remind her what she needed to hear. "Chloe... how would you feel if the same was done to you? How would you feel if your parents were killed at such a young age. My childhood was destroyed by him, and you think I'm just going to let him be? Nobody deserves to go through what I went through as a kid. Put yourself in my shoes before you talk first. I don't like it when you'r

The next day dawned with a gentle warmth. When she woke up, the soft rays of the morning sun had had filtered through the curtains and Cage was sitting on the edge of the bed, doing something with his phone. She stirred before turning to the other side to stare at the white wall. Cage walked up and kissed her good morning, but she didn't say anything. Gently getting out of the bed, she sighed and told him what she had to. She sounded so nonchalant about it. "I need to go see my grandfather today, this morning." She informed him, before smoothly running her hand across her slightly bloated tummy when she felt the baby gently kick. Cage felt a sharp feeling across his heart when she said that. He was convinced that she was never going to recover from this no matter what. She was never going to hate the man. He sighed and put his phone in his pocket as his brow furrowed in concern. He wondered if she was doing all this just to get him angry or if she really wanted to go see him. "Are

Cage's eyes flew open when he heard a groan right beside him, startlingly close. He jumped out of sleep immediately and looked beside him to see Chloe holding wincing in pain as her hands flew to her abdomen. His mind raced with a million questions as to what was going on at that moment. He thought about when she was expecting. It was still two months early. He prayed that this wasn't it before he wiped the bead of sweat that had already gathered in his forehead and attended to her immediately. "Are you okay?" He asked her, as the concern got into his features. Chloe shook her head as the grimace of pain crossed her face when her stomach hit her with another pain. She hissed again before turning over to her side. "I don't know, I'm having some abdominal pain." She said, her eyes tightened close. She couldn't open them. His heart leaped out of his throat and without another word, he immediately took care of the situation, fearing for the worst. He prayed that this shouldn't be bad.

He felt his anger explode as he read it. He was stung by regret as he blamed himself for not tackling those boys. The whole thing was a setup! Perhaps he should have apprehended them with the help of the security officer but it was too late now. "Shit!" He hissed, clenching his fist ramming it at the wall in anger. But it seemed to have sounded so loud because when he turned, he saw Chloe stirring. He regretted his action immediately and walked back quietly and stood beside her, making sure that she went back to sleep peacefully. He heavily regretted what he had done both now and then. He regretted that he hadn't done anything to the boys and regretted he nearly woke her up from sleep. He took up his phone as soon as she went back to sleep and stared at the damning photo. His mind was racing with pure anger and frustration. But he chose to calm himself in the end, he took a deep breath and forced himself to push aside the unwanted intrusion so he could focus on Chloe instead. He had

The night was dark, and so was the intent of the men who were now creeping stealthily towards the person gates. They had successfully evaded the police checkpoint and this was their last chance to get this done. There was no turning back now. It was a do or die affair. Their movements were very well calculated as they continued to move, while making sure they turned around to see if they were being followed or if anybody had detected who they were and what they were here for. They had to be very careful, almost silent, if there was any chance they would pull this off. The last thing they wanted was to be seen because there were a lot of them. The job required a lot of people because there were a lot of officers to take down. And they weren't just any people. They were the best, they were handpicked and were handsomely compensated for the operation. Clad in the dark clothing and mask, they gradually started to approach the station gate. It was a large compound, so there were many othe