Betty drove through the city, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, a determined look on her face. Bryan sat beside her, his eyes fixed on her, a mix of amusement and sarcasm on his face."This is interesting," Bryan said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "In fact, you're the best driver of the year."Betty's laughter filled the car, her eyes sparkling with joy. "I'm happy you're enjoying it, boyfriend!" she shouted, her voice playful.Just then, Bryan's phone rang, disrupting the moment. He groaned, pulling out his phone, and his eyes narrowed as he saw Eva's name flashing on the screen. He hit the decline button, putting his phone on silent mode. Betty's eyes flicked to him, her smile faltering for a moment."It's Eva, right?" she asked, her voice neutral, her eyes fixed on the road ahead.Bryan nodded nonchalantly. "Yeah, it's her."He tucked his phone back into his pocket, his eyes shifting back to Betty. "Let's go, baby," he said, his voice low and husky.Betty's smile returned, and s
After a tender moment in each other's arms, Betty broke the silence. "Let me treat you to a roadside dish, it's always delicious," she offered, her eyes sparkling with warmth.Bryan chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You seem to know many places in England. Have you tasted their roadside dishes before?" he asked, his tone playful.Betty nodded, a nostalgic smile spreading across her face. "There was a summer when all of us came to England together. I, Sam, and Alora once had a roadside dish. We were quite close, and... " Her voice trailed off, memories flooding her eyes.Bryan's expression turned serious, his brow furrowing in concern. "Or really, things must have really changed. Lisa changed the children, trying to turn them against the family," he said, his voice laced with a hint of sadness.Betty nodded in agreement, her eyes clouding over. "Yes, things have changed. But I'm glad you're here with me ." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her emotions raw and vulnerabl
"I didn't mean to be jealous, I guess I just reacted poorly," Bryan said, trying to defend himself, his voice laced with a hint of defensiveness. "You ignored me and started talking to someone else, like I was invisible."Betty sighed, her expression a mix of understanding and frustration. "I was just trying to catch up with an old friend, Bryan. It's been a long time since we last spoke. I didn't mean to make you feel left out."Bryan chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. "You can still do that without making me feel like I'm not even here. I'm your partner, Betty. I deserve better than to be ignored like that."Betty's eyes narrowed slightly, her voice taking on a sharper tone. "I'm not ignoring you, Bryan. I can't believe you're being this jealous."She turned to face the cart man, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Sir, meet my boyfriend Bryan." She introduced, her words dripping with irony.The carteen man smiled warmly. "Wow, you've got yourself a handsome man! Congratulations, I'm happy
The ride back home was a blast, filled with laughter and excitement. As they pulled into the compound, Betty parked the car and got out, grinning at Bryan. "Thanks for the ride," Bryan said, teasing her with a scoff. Betty playfully rolled her eyes. "Hey, I'm your girlfriend, it's only necessary that I take you out on a spin!" She winked, and Bryan chuckled, feeling happy to be spending time with her. "Well, in that case, thanks for the adventure!" he said, leaning in to give her a quick kiss. As they walked towards the house, hand in hand, Bryan couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected turn of events. "You know, I never thought I'd be dating a race car driver," he said with a chuckle. Betty smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "And I never thought I'd be dating a... well, a guy like you," she teased, nudging him playfully. Bryan raised an eyebrow, pretending to be offended. "A guy like me? What's that supposed to mean?" Betty laughed, her hair bouncing with the m
"Hello, dad, this is Nathan," a tiny little voice came from the other end of the line, and Bryan heaved a sigh of relief. The sound of his son's voice was like music to his ears, a reassuring reminder that everything was okay. "Hey, baby boy! How are you?" Bryan demanded, his tone softening as he settled into the conversation. Nathan scoffed, a tiny snort of laughter. "I'm fine, dad. Where's Aunty Betty?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. Bryan chuckled, a warm smile spreading across his face. "She's fine, buddy. She's right here with me. Where's Nathaniel?" he asked, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for his twin sister. The line was silent for a moment, and Bryan's heart skipped a beat as he wondered if something was wrong. But then Nathan's voice came back, full of excitement. "She's right here, dad! We're having a sleepover at Grandma's house!" Bryan's tension dissipated, replaced by a warm sense of gratitude. "That sounds like so much fun, buddy. I'm
"Give me the phone!" Eva shouted at Nathan from the other end, her voice stern and commanding.Nathan hesitated for a moment before handing the phone over to his mother. Eva's voice came through the line, cold and accusatory. "Hello Bryan, why have you been avoiding my calls?"Bryan scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain. "Who are you to ask me if I'm supposed to pick my call or not?" he replied, his words laced with defiance.Eva's voice rose in anger. "I'm the mother of your children, that's who! And I demand to know why you've been ignoring me."Bryan snorted. "Demand? You demand? You've got some nerve, Eva. After all these years, you think you can just waltz back into my life and start making demands?"The line was silent for a moment, the only sound being the heavy breathing of two people, both seething with anger. Then Eva spoke up again, her voice icy cold."I don't want to argue with you, Bryan. I just want to know what's going on with the children. Are they okay?"Bryan's to
Grandma Creston's voice was firm and resolute. "Charging a lawsuit is the best thing to do, since she's not trying to take it easy." Bryan nodded vigorously, his determination evident. "I think that's what I'm going to do. If she's not careful, I'm taking custody of my kids."Betty's eyes shone with approval. "That's the best decision, Bryan. I think you should inform her that you're charging a lawsuit." She paused, her expression thoughtful. "It'll give her a chance to realize the gravity of her actions."Bryan turned to Grandma Creston, his eyes pleading. "Grandma, can you please call any good lawyers you know in England? I need someone who can help me navigate this mess." Grandma Creston's face set in a determined expression, she nodded. "Of course, dear. I'll make some calls. We'll get the best lawyer to help you get custody of your children."The room was filled with a sense of purpose, the air thick with determination. Bryan's family was rallying around him, ready to support him
Bryan's eyes narrowed, seeking reassurance. "So, are you saying I have a higher chance of winning this in court?" he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.Barrister Leonard's expression turned skeptical, his tone hinting at the challenges ahead. "It might seem difficult, but there's always a way to navigate situations like this. The issue is that you haven't established a relationship with your children yet. They don't know how they'll react or feel living with you, which makes it harder to convince the court."Betty's brow furrowed, concern etched on her face. "But isn't the consent of the children necessary? They're just small kids; won't it be difficult to get their consent, Barrister?"The room fell silent, the weight of the situation settling in. The fate of the children and the outcome of the case hung precariously in the balance.Barrister Leonard's expression turned thoughtful, his eyes locked on Bryan. "I can request that the court grant you temporary custody for a month,