The nurses turned to Kraig, startled by his sudden appearance. Madam Zury, who had been frail and quiet, looked up weakly, her eyes glimmered for a moment as she try to recognize the child standing in front of her. "Who are you?" one of the nurses asked, her tone defensive. Ignoring the question, Kraig approached Madam Zury, taking her frail hand in his. "It's me, Kraig. I've come to check on you." Madam Zury's eyes welled up with tears as she whispered, "Kraig, my dear." Kraig turned to the nurses with a stern expression. "This woman cared for me and countless others when we had no one else. She employed you, is this not enough reason to respect her?" The nurses exchanged glances and then looked at Kraig's casual attire—jeans and a plain sleeve. One of them couldn't resist a smirk. "Still struggling, are we?" she asked, her voice tinged with mockery. The other nurse chimed in, her laughter not far behind. "Yeah, and I wonder if he can even afford university." Kraig felt his f
Kraig carefully helped Madam Zury to her feet after the director's cruel slap. Her frail form trembled as she stood, her eyes still moist from the stinging pain on her cheek. Kraig's anger simmered beneath the surface, but for now, he focused on getting Madam Zury out of this place.As they made their way out of the room and into the garden, a sense of relief washed over them. The remaining children were gathered with Howie and Wynn, along with one of the more caring nurses who had always looked out for the kids.Madam Zury's gaze shifted to the children, and she paused in her steps. Her heart ached at the sight of the young faces, their eyes filled with confusion and concern. She turned to Kraig, her voice wavering with worry, "Kraig, my dear, I can't leave them behind. How will we survive, and where would we they go?"Kraig gazed at the children, realizing that there were about 14 of them, ranging in age from 6 to 10. He gently placed a hand on Madam Zury's shoulder and assured
Madam Zury, despite the concerns raised by Isabella about her health, wore a determined smile. Zury reassured her, "I appreciate your kindness, Isabella, but I'll be alright. No surgery for me. The most important thing right now is finding a better place for these children to live."Isabella's eyes filled with compassion as she asked, "Are there any other issues you're facing that we should know about?"Madam Zury sighed softly before sharing, "Well, you see, the new owner of this orphanage wants to change the building into something else. That's why we're in such a dire situation."Isabella's expression remained empathetic. "I see. You've been through a lot, Madam Zury, but I want to help. Let me speak with someone from our organization. We might be able to find a suitable place for the children to live, a place like the DeVille Hospitable."Madam Zury's eyes widened in surprise . "If you could do that, Isabella, it would mean the world to us. We desperately need a safe and secure p
Kraig stared at the director in surprise. "How did you know about my identity?"The director chuckled softly and confessed, "I overheard your phone call with Isabella. I couldn't help but listen in."Kraig couldn't help but shake his head at the absurdity of the situation. "You eavesdropped on my conversation and yet wanted to throw me out of the orphanage earlier."The director's expression turned somewhat regretful. "I was hasty and foolish, Kraig. If I had known who you were from the beginning, I would have treated you better."Kraig couldn't help but laugh bitterly. "You really think I'd want to associate with people like you?"Just as the tension between Kraig and the director was escalating, two men entered the orphanage. It was Kyle, and a other man dressed up in fancy suits.Kyle pretended not to recognize Kraig as he asked for the director of the orphanage.The director stepped forward and replied, "I'm the director. What can I do for you?"Kyle chuckled lightly as he intro
Kraig sat in the back of the cab, anxiety gnawing at him as he watched the Bentley carrying Wynn disappear into the distance. There was a knot in his stomach, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Without hesitation, he decided to call Luke, one of the security personnel he trusted. After a few rings, Luke answered the call. "Kraig, what's up?" Kraig's voice was filled with urgency. "Luke, I need you to find out everything you can about Wynn, and I mean everything. Follow that Bentley, check where it goes, who's inside, and anything unusual." Luke responded with a quick, "Understood, Kraig. I'll get on it right away." Kraig ended the call and leaned back in his seat, his mind racing with worry for Wynn. The cab soon arrived at the DeVille mansion, and Kraig rushed inside, his thoughts consumed by concern for his grandfather. He made his way to his grandfather's bedroom, where he found Kyle and a doctor in deep conversation. Kraig's eyes welled up with emotio
"What did you say?" Juan scoffed and walked down to meet Kraig, he pushed Kraig away from Kyle, and called to the security, "Get him out of here." Kyle was confused, as he stood there, "What's the meaning of this?" Griffin noticed that Kyle was upset with how Kraig was being treated, he walked to Juan feigning ignorance, "Juan, you shouldn't treat your fellow students that way." He walked to Kraig who was standing aside, and said, "Kraig, I'm sorry for Juan's behavior, please forgive him." Kraig snickered. He couldn't believe the sudden change in Griffin's attitude. As Griffin tried to help him adjust his sleeves, Kraig pushed him aside. "What are you doing?" Griffin's eyes darkened. There was a glint of disgust in his eyes as he stared at Kraig, but when he heard the stride of someone from behind him, his lips widened as he feigned a smile. "Mr Kyle, there is no need to pay attention to kids. You know how they are, they argue and make-up all the time. Juan is a good friend
The stepmother eyed him with disdain, her response laced with hostility. "Oh, another one of Wynn's friends? Shouldn't she be focusing on her studies instead of entertaining boys?" Wynn remained silent, her eyes reflecting a mix of discomfort and frustration. For a moment Kraig was speechless, and when his gaze met Wynn's, he noticed she was a bit embarrassed and uncomfortable with his presence. "We're just friends, and we study together sometimes." Undeterred, the stepmother continued her tirade, accusing Wynn of misplaced priorities. Kraig decided it was best not to engage further, sensing the futility of reasoning with her. At that moment, an older man, Collins, approached the table. "I'm sorry for keeping you all waiting, I had a meeting with the CEO of the hotel." The man smiled and his gaze fell on Wynn. He sat at the chair opposite to Wynn and said, "Wynn darling, would you sit beside me? I think that'd be more appropriate." He grinned and his yellowish bug teeth that p
Wynn ran outside, her heart clutching tight as she hits her chest. Tears streamed down Wynn's face as the reality of her predicament sank in. Just then, she spotted Kraig talking to Kyle. With a mixture of relief and despair, she approached them. Kraig did sense Wynn's distress and walked over to her. "Wynn, is everything okay? Do you gave any other trouble." Wynn's voice was trembling as she said, "I didn't know my stepmother hated me this much. I can't believe she's willing to go this far." Kraig, surprised to discover Camille was not Wynn's biological mother, tried to comprehend the situation. "Stepmother?" he repeated, seeking clarification. Wynn nodded, tears still in her eyes. "Yes, and I don't know what to do. Collins, the man they want me to marry, he's just a pawn in her game." Kraig, determined to help, assured her, "You won't have to go through this at all. By morning, your family will receive news from young master DeVille." Wynn's gaze locked with Kraig's for a m