After a few minutes of waiting at the hospital, Bryan's curiosity got the better of him. A man in his early forties, likely the doctor, walked into the office, adjusted his sunglasses, and sat down. "Doctor, what's the issue with her? Hope it's not something critical?" Bryan asked, his curiosity piqued.The doctor cleared his throat, a hint of a smile on his face. "Nothing to panic about, sir. I am happy to announce that your wife is pregnant," he said, his voice warm and reassuring.Bryan's eyes widened in shock, his eyebrows shooting up towards his hairline. His mind raced with the unexpected news, his thoughts swirling with a mix of emotions. He felt a surge of excitement, followed by a dash of fear, and a hint of uncertainty. He couldn't believe that he was going to be a father!The doctor's smile grew wider, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Congratulations, sir! You're going to be a dad!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with warmth and enthusiasm.Bryan's gaze drifted to his wi
Bryan's eyes widened in surprise, "Wait, Grandma, what do you mean you knew we were coming from England? This is England, remember?" He asked, his voice laced with disbelief.Grandma Creston's smile grew wider, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, dear, I'm as popular in England as I am in Korea. Congratulations to you both, anyway!" She exclaimed, her words dripping with excitement.Bryan and Betty exchanged a stunned glance, their minds reeling with the implications. "You're... you're famous here too?" Bryan stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper.Grandma Creston's laughter filled the room, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Of course, dear! I'm a global sensation! And I wanted to celebrate your news by making my famous chocolate cake the moment I heard. So, when you hate it, you'll definitely be feeding my grandchild!" She said playfully, her words dripping with sarcasm and love.The room was filled with a warm and joyful atmosphere, the scent of freshly baked cookies and cho
The day of the final hearing had finally arrived, and the courtroom was filled with tension as the two families faced off in the battle for custody of the children. Bryan, Betty, Ryan, Elena, and Grandma Creston walked in, their eyes fixed on the opposing side. Eva sat beside her mother, Michael, and a stranger Bryan didn't recognize. As their eyes met, Bryan's gaze was filled with disgust and anger, his face twisted in a scowl.But Eva's eyes told a different story. For a fleeting moment, they held a hint of guilt and remorse before she quickly looked away, unable to meet Bryan's accusatory stare. Her gaze faltered, and she fidgeted in her seat, her body language betraying her nervousness.The air was thick with tension as the two families waited for the proceedings to begin. The fate of the children hung in the balance, and the courtroom was heavy with anticipation. The judge's entrance was a welcome distraction from the palpable tension, and the hearing began with a sense of solemn
The judge's voice was firm and authoritative as he delivered the verdict. "According to the law, Mrs. Eva Jackson is guilty of attempting to deceive Mr. Bryan Creston, for neglecting her parental responsibilities, and for concealing her pregnancy for nine years, with the intention of rekindling a relationship with him."The courtroom was silent, the tension palpable, as the judge continued. "Furthermore, the evidence suggests that Mrs. Jackson has failed to provide a stable and moral upbringing for her children, as they have been found to lack discipline and values despite their young age."The judge paused, his gaze fixed on Mrs. Jackson, his expression stern. "Therefore, the court has decided to grant full custody of the children to Mr. Bryan Creston, with visitation rights granted to Mrs. Jackson on a limited basis. She has one month to facilitate a smooth transition and hand over the children to their father."As the judge stood up, the courtroom erupted into a flurry of activity,
Ryan's voice was firm, his eyes narrowed. "What's the condition?"Bryan's expression was laced with skepticism, his voice dripping with disbelief. "You want me to promise that you won't betray me again?" He scoffed, his tone heavy with irony.Ryan's face was etched with remorse, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. "I promised I won't betray you again. I'm deeply sorry for my past mistakes." His voice was filled with sincerity, his words hanging in the air like a promise.The silence that followed was palpable, the tension almost tangible. Bryan's gaze bore into Ryan's, searching for any sign of deception. Then, with a slight nod, he spoke. "Then I will forgive you."The words were laced with a hint of skepticism, Ryan expression still wary, but his tone slightly softer, indicating a glimmer of trust. The air was heavy with anticipation, the outcome of this fragile truce hanging precariously in the balance.Ryan's voice was laced with remorse, his words tumbling out in a desperate bid f
Bryan's eyes narrowed, his voice firm. "So, when are you returning to Korea?"Ryan scoffed, a hint of defiance in his tone. "I'm actually enjoying the atmosphere in England, and maybe I might be going back tomorrow. I'm working on some business, and I need to be there."As he spoke, he puffed out a ring of smoke, the cigarette dangling from his lips. Bryan's gaze shifted to the cigarette, his expression disapproving. "When are you going to stop smoking?" he demanded, his voice laced with concern.Ryan scoffed again, a hint of rebellion in his eyes. "I've always used this to keep myself busy, and I don't think I'll be leaving it soon." The smoke curled around his face, a symbol of his independence and stubbornness. The air was thick with tension, the silence between them palpable as they locked eyes, each waiting for the other to back down."I think this is what Alicia love, such a rascal life. I am back in your life now, and your will have to stop soon since I am back in your life."
As Bryan and his family entered their home, they were met with an unexpected scene. Lisa, was seated in the living room, surrounded by several shareholders. The atmosphere was tense, with papers and laptops scattered across the coffee table.Bryan's eyes narrowed, his voice firm. "What's going on here?" he demanded, his gaze fixed on Lisa.Lisa's expression was calm, but her eyes flickered with a hint of defiance. "I think we should stop here," she said, addressing the shareholders. "I hope I am clear?"The shareholders nodded, gathering their belongings as they prepared to leave. Bryan's eyes never left Lisa's face, his anger simmering just below the surface.As the shareholders filed out of the room, Bryan stepped forward, his voice low and menacing. "I don't know what you all are discussing, but I know one thing - my home is not a place for your meetings. And as for you," he turned to Lisa, his eyes blazing with intensity, "what did you think you're doing bringing the shareholders
Sam's eyes locked onto Jessica's, his gaze filled with a mix of confusion and gratitude. "Yeah, I remember now. Bryan is my brother, right?" he asked, his voice hesitant.Jessica's smile was reassuring, her eyes shining with warmth. "That's right, Sam! You're remembering! Bryan is your brother, and he's been worried sick about you," she said, her voice encouraging.Sam's face scrunched up in concentration, his eyes squinting as he tried to recall more memories. "And...and what happened to me? Why can't I remember anything?" he asked, his voice laced with frustration.Jessica's expression turned sympathetic, her eyes filled with compassion. "You've been through a lot, Sam. You were in an accident, and you've been struggling with memory loss and addiction. But we're here to support you, and we'll get through this together," she said, her voice gentle.As she spoke, Jessica reached out and took Sam's hand, her touch warm and comforting. Sam's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze filled with a