SOME of the questions in August's mind had been answered, but at the same time, there were new questions where he needed to find the answer again. At this time, he was curious about whoever the traitor inside the mansion was, and if it was related to Harvey since he was the one who instructed Mateo to attack him on his first day staying at the Remington Mansion.No matter how hard August tried to sleep, he couldn’t, so he stopped trying. He stood up from the bed and went outside of his room to go to the garden and breathe some fresh air.He walked down the stairs and stopped when he was in front of Charles’ big painting located in the middle of the two brown stairs on both sides. In his back, there is another stair that would lead him to the ground floor.“Father, you look authoritative here, but no one knows what you’re really feeling inside…” said August in a sad tone. “You tried to act strong for all of us, even if it costs you your health.”August sighed. He knew that it was too
“WHO… who are you?” Cecile stammered, her voice quivering with fear, as she instinctively shielded August behind her. “Are you… one of them?” she managed to ask, her voice trembling but determined, desperately trying to project bravery.Standing before Cecile and August were a middle-aged couple, their hands tightly clasped together, fear evident in their eyes. The woman's brow furrowed with confusion as she responded, "What do you mean by 'them'? Who are you referring to? We heard there's an orphanage nearby. Could you please tell us where it is?"Cecile, her voice barely above a whisper, replied, "I know where it is, but the situation there is chaotic right now.”Her words were filled with concern, fearing that the men in black might discover where they are.Seconds later, her worst nightmare became a reality.“W-What was that? It’s gunshots, isn’t it?” the woman exclaimed, as she was on the verge of screaming, trembling in terror.But her husband held her firmly, preventing her fr
THE hours dragged on like an eternity as August anxiously awaited the arrival of sunrise. He wasn’t able to sleep again after talking to Rica.He badly wanted to wake Maxine from her slumber so he could ask her, but he knew all too well that she needed rest. The weight of her responsibilities at the Remington Company and caring for Charles had taken a toll on her.Despite his dwindling patience, August mustered the strength to wait. He knew he had to let Maxine complete her morning tasks before summoning her to his office.Finally, the moment arrived."Good morning, young master," Maxine greeted, bowing before August. "Is there anything you need me to do?""No," August replied, shaking his head. "I simply ha
“DAPHNE? Daphne,” August called his wife’s name twice, but silence now filled the other line. August glanced at his phone, only to see that the call was now disconnected.At this moment, he knew there was something wrong. He didn’t waste any time as he stood up, rushing to go back to the Sandoval mansion as fast as he could. He bowed in front of Clementine’s grave before he ran toward his car.When he sat in the driver’s seat, he stepped on the pedal as his heart thumped rapidly while thinking about what could have happened to Daphne.Fortunately, the traffic isn’t that bad, and August arrived at the Sandoval mansion in no time. He immediately went to their room to see if Daphne was there, and he sighed in relief when he saw Daphne sitting at the edge of the room, beside the vanity cabinet.Her face was buried in her thighs as she hugged her thighs tightly, so he couldn’t see her face. August’s head tilted because it seemed like Daphne noticed his arrival since the door created a noi
“WHAT is it?” Sapphire asked on the other line, confused.Sapphire was preparing for her upcoming meeting with some of their clients, and she was about to tell that to August when she answered the call. However, the sense of urgency and authority on August’s voice stopped her from doing that.At the same time, Sapphire wondered what kind of favor August would ask her this time.However, August didn’t answer immediately. He suddenly realized that he was outside the room, and someone might be eavesdropping onto their conversation. He must be extra careful, knowing that the employees here would always be loyal to their boss.“Wait a second,” August said as he went back to their room and closed the door. A smile formed onto his face when he saw Daphne, still sleeping peacefully.“So… What is it?” Sapphire asked again.“You have secret properties, right?” August asked, revealing one of the alas he knew about Sapphire. “Like some houses that were not listed on the market and are property o
“I’M right. He's the fucking common link,” muttered August, referring to Wesley Wellington, as he read the article published decades ago.[Wesley Wellington took the Saintheart Hospital's former employees and directors after the arson that happened in the said hospital.]“What was that?” Daphne asked, confused, as she looked at August with her narrowed eyes. “Why are you searching for a closed hospital?““You know this hospital?” asked August as he pointed at the screen.“Who wouldn't?” Daphne shot back, raising a brow. “They became the hottest topic before because of the arson, not to mention that Clementine Remington died that day, too.”August didn't answer; he pursed his lips instead, containing his emotions. He continued reading the article, and Daphne did the same thing.[Wesley Wellington said in his exclusive interview that he found it unfair for the Saintheart Hospital's employees to be terminated for an accident they cannot control.]“Is the Saintheart Hospital somehow invol
“HERE, drink this,” said Cecile as she gave Francis a cup of tea.Francis didn’t thank her or such, which was the complete opposite of the attitude he was showing in front of the cameras. Francis was an insensitive, heartless man, and he accepted it himself.Cecile, on the other hand, wasn't shocked at his attitude as much as Francis expected to. She knew that members of the Wellington family would have the same personality as Wesley—Especially his son.With that thought in mind, Cecile sat across Francis and spoke. “Listen up, young man. I don’t know what you’re saying,” Cecile started the conversation, pretending not to know Francis. “I never had experience as a midwife, as you can see—”“Lying won’t get you anywhere, Cecile. I have evidence that you worked in the Remington Corporation,” Francis interrupted her excuses. He didn’t endure the ride for hours to hear those bullshits.Francis took the brown envelope beside him and opened it.“See these pictures?” asked Francis as he rai
‘WHAT’s wrong with him?’ Cecile asked herself as she closed her eyes briefly, her forehead creasing as she massaged it.Despite her reservations, she knew she had no choice but to comply if she wanted Francis to leave.After a moment, she returned with a plate containing a delicious-looking sandwich, which she placed in front of him. Francis's smile widened as he eagerly picked up his utensils.Taking a bite, his expression immediately changed to one of disappointment. The taste didn't live up to his expectations.“Honestly, your dish sucks,” said Francis honestly, aware that this would likely be their final meeting. "I'm hesitant to drink the water, fearing you might poison me. Have a sip first."