Present Time ~ **Edinburgh. Stephen stormed inside the hospital with Alessandro. "Where is the doctor?"he demanded angrily from the nurses at the station. "Please,calm down,sir. Did you booked any appoin.."one of the nurse was saying. "Shit! You're not deaf,are you?. I want to see the doctor. No,I want to see my grandson. Where the hell is he?"Stephen shouted. "Who is your.."the nurse wanted to ask who his grandson was but a colleague poked her rib and whispered something in her ears. The nurse gasps. "Oh! Mr Montessori?! Follow me,sir."she stepped out of the nurse's station and began walking away. Stephen and Alessandro followed behind her. She took them to the doctor's office. "Sirs,the doctor is in here."she uttered,bowed and scurried away. Stephen bolted inside the room. Alessandro stood outside. "Tell me my son is alive."Stephen rasped. The doctor stared up at the person who just intruded inside his office,ready to give him an earful. His eyes widened instead,an
"I was joking around."Laquan chuckled, jumpily. That means Kim's mother is a Korean. Then,how did she and Kim's father met?. "Mother.."he drawled. "I have been wondering how you and dad met." "I have always sang that music in your ears every night, during bedtime. I still told you two days ago."she scrunched up her nose. "What?. Oh,yes,yes, I remember now."Laquan swallowed hard. Why is Kim and his parents so close?. He probably cannot ask any questions relating to them again as they seem to have told him everything about themselves. "Kim,are you really okay?. Should I call a physician over?. To me,it seems as if you've lost your memory." Laquan bursted into laughter. "Now,that's the exaggeration side of 'tired'. Why would you even think I've lost a memory?. I'm just tired,and that's all." She extended her hand and placed it on his forehead. "Your temperature is fine."she minced out before removing her hand. "I already said I am good. Just a little tired. This little.
Britney was sharpening her nails, carefully,and stealing glances at the movie featuring on the television at intervals. Her phone vibrated on the table and she stared at the caller - Unknown. She declined the call,feeling unsure. She doesn't know why a tension is building up inside her. She tried to recall all that she's read,saw,or thought that morning or the previous night that could be the cause of that. However,she couldn't find a reason,at all. She sighed out. She cuts herself accidentally and she let's out a sharp sigh. She brought her injured finger to her eyes and gazed at it before sucking the blood. She winced a little. Why is this happening?. She closed her eyes for a moment of peace,then her phone's ringing tone blared into the air again. She grabbed it from the table,accepted the call before placing the phone on her left ear. She might as well vent her frustration on the caller. "Who is this?"she demanded,brusquely. "Don't be so rude,miss Britney. This is
Laquan folds his arms on his chest and watched as the boys moved around the room,picked up a cloth and came to place it on his body,then shook or nod their heads and goes off again to find a new one or another one to add. Quan stared down at the bench. They've picked up five clothes already. "You must be feeling anxious,young master. Don't worry,this is definitely not you squandering your cash. I heard clothes are good treasures too."Christine chimed. Laquan smiled back at her. They are going to get thrown out of the shop pretty soon. The boys added three clothes and that summed it up. The man came to measure him,with one of his boys recording his measurements on a book. He also picked the silk he wants the man to use in making the dress. Finally,they were done and it was time to give them money. But, "Don't you have shoes?. I think he should get two or three shoes also."Christine suggested. "We don't sell shoes here. But,if you don't mind,my boy could run down to m
Laquan cleared his throat and look sideways. Christine puffed out. "Eh?. Are you paying or not?"the man asked, impatiently. "Your clothes are beautiful. Let's talk about how good your silks are also. However,I don't think it would be fair if we are the only one to sight these beautiful dresses. Everyone here in Edinburgh has to see this masterpiece. How about you hang it outside?,like an artwork?. I don't think these robes should be worn. For justice's sake,let it be discovered by people."Christine expounded with a grin. The men stared at her with expressionless faces. She bats her lashes fastly. ... Ten minutes later. .. Christine washed the plates, sluggishly,with Laquan rinsing them in the water. "I only got to know that your title as a scholar is nothing but an empty title."she huffed. "They weren't even willing to listen to us. Ugh! We can buy their entire shop!"she gritted. She turned her head sharply to face Quan. "You are at fault also! Why didn't you said
"Okay. This is not funny anymore,miss Dora."Oscar's brows quirked up in awe. "Grandboss said he was fine. Also,why are you accusing me wrongly?" Dora chuckled, lopsidedly,before spranging up from the chair. "He is in coma; Isn't that artificial death?"she scoffed. "Wow,can you be more mean?. He was once your husband."Oscar scoffed. "Fake husband,you mean."she rolled her eyes. "Alright,sick brother. Take care, hun?. I belief I've accompanied you enough."she slapped his back gently. "Even though I didn't asked you to do that,i will still say 'thank you' "he nodded. Teodora let's out a scoff before leaving the ward. ~ Christine walked ahead of Laquan with her hands locked together on her chest. "Stop."Quan ordered. She snorted and halted in her steps. She spun around with clenched cheeks. "Let's get some candy."he said with a smile. "No need,master. I don't think I am ready for another round of washing plates."she retorted. Quan stepped closer to the shop and purchased two
Sanchez's line rang for the third time. Britney bit her lower lip and placed her hand on the desk. The line beeped. "Hello?,Mr Sanchez. This is Britney."she spoke into the phone. "Miss Britney?. How do you do?"he cooed. "Not bad. I..have a question to ask you, Sanchez. That's if you do not mind."Britney breathed out. "Sure,I do not. I will give you the answer if I have one." "I met with miss Stephanie today. She gave me this blue vial. I am not so sure about it. Do you have any idea what this is about?"she raised a brow. "Stephanie didn't gave you any explanation?" "She only told me I had to take the contents in it." "Hm. It's nothing peculiar. You can choose whether to take it or not also. Please, disregard Stephanie's words."Sanchez responded. "But,if you are thirsty,you can take a sip out of it. Trust me,the taste would take you to paradise."he chuckled. Britney's brows furrowed up in discombobulation. Paradise?. She scoffed lowly before uttering, "Thanks for respondi
"Cheer up,cheer up! Let's forget about the betting thingy."Dora laughed. Oscar released a breath with an eyes roll. "By the way,is there not anything to drink here?"she glanced around the room. "Of course,there is. You can come drink this water bag."Oscar pointed up to the bag connected to his drip. Dora turned to him with a glare. "You shitting me?."she scoffed. "I really need something to burn my throat."she faced her laptop, wrapping her hands around her neck. "Drink hot water then." "Hot water?. Do I look like a woman that just delivered a baby and that would need an hot water to recuperate better?"Dora scoffed. "You do look like one. I was about to ask if it was a female you gave birth to or a male."Oscar teased. Dora bursted into laughter. She stopped laughing after some seconds, pulling up a frown on her face. "You wanna die?"she gritted out. "You will kill someone that's on the sick bed?"Oscar perked his brows up. "Have you forgotten I am a mafia?. I would act law