Bright felt completely overwhelmed. First, he sparred with Rosca, a woman. Now, he was being asked to face off against his future father-in-law. He turned to Rosca for support, but she avoided his gaze. He looked to her mother for help, but she only shrugged in response. Bright let out a deep sigh, feeling like there was no way out of this situation.Soon, the fight began, and Bright. The old man was the referee. “Don't look down on me because I'm old. I'm stronger than you think. The two men stood face to face, their muscles tense and ready for action. Mr. Regan was the first to make a move, feinting a punch to the left. Bright dodged the blow and returned with a kick to the side. The older man dodged the kick, and the two began to circle each other again. Their movements were slow and deliberate, each one watching the other's every move. The tension in the air was palpable, Rosca and her mother were silent as they watched the match unfold. Even the old man was surprised. The two m
… At Jerome's mansion… Joan sat on the floor, with Baby Ava in front of her. She said she was training her on how to sit down. Baby Ava was attached to Joan more than her mother. The only person who was able to console her every day was Joan. In the opulent halls of Jerome's mansion, Joan sat on the floor with Baby Ava in front of her, gently guiding the infant to sit up straight."Come on, Ava, you can do it," Joan encouraged, her voice soft and soothing.Ava wobbled uncertainty, her chubby hands reaching out for support. With a little assistance from Joan, she managed to balance herself for a few seconds before toppling over with a squeal of delight."Good try, Ava! You'll get it soon," Joan praised, scooping the giggling baby into her arms.Eleanor watched from the doorway, a mix of admiration and jealousy flickering in her eyes. "I wish she'd bond with me like she does with you, Joan," she admitted, her voice tinged with longing.Joan smiled warmly, understanding Emily's struggl
Today was Thursday. Rosca called Eleanor to meet her at the nearest restaurant so she could tell her about the good news. “Hi, my lovely friend," she called her.Eleanor, who heard her friend's tone, chuckled. “Yes, how may I help you?” She feigned anger."Come on, why do you look angry?" Rosca asked."When did you last call your goddaughter? I shouldn't have chosen you as a godmother. You have never bought anything for your goddaughter.”“Oh my dear, I'm sorry. I have been busy recently. I promise to fulfill my duties as a godmother," she said, trying to convince her.“Whatever, why did you call me?" She still feigned anger.“Can you come to the nearest restaurant since your husband wouldn't allow you to go far?"“Is there a problem?"“No, but I have some good news. I have missed our favorite Jollof rice. Can you make it?”"Okay, I've got it," Eleanor said. The two of them chatted for a while longer, until it was time to hang up. As soon as the call ended, Eleanor reached for her pho
Eleanor also became serious, “Okay, tell me what the problem is?""My grandfather wants me and Bright to start attending events together and making engagement plans," Rosca said, her voice full of irritation. She let out a dramatic sigh, as if she couldn't possibly be more put-upon. "It's too much, I tell you!""But he's the perfect match for you!" Eleanor's voice rose in enthusiasm. "You two are made for each other. You have so much in common, and you get along so well! You'd be a fool to pass up an opportunity like this!""But he already has a girlfriend!" Rosca exclaimed. "And besides, he's not exactly the most refined person. He's a bit of a barbarian, if you ask me!"Eleanor clicked her tongue in disapproval. "Tsk tsk, you clearly have no idea what a good man looks like," she said with a hint of disdain. "It's no wonder you're still single! If you can't see how wonderful Bright is, it's no wonder you can't find anyone. I really feel for your poor grandfather. He'll die without an
A lightbulb went off in Jerome's head. "Wait, check Joan's background," he ordered. "If she was truly kidnapped, why would she have removed the bracelet? It doesn't make sense. I think she knows something we don't." Even though her background was already checked, Jerome felt something was wrong somewhere. Bright was taken aback by Jerome's suspicion. "You mean... Joan might have something to do with this?" he asked, a note of skepticism in his voice. "But why would she do that?""We need to know everything we can about her background," Jerome said, his voice urgent. "Let's start by checking where she's from. I'll go to her hometown and see if I can find any clues there.""Alright, boss," they hung up.As Jerome pulled up to the mansion, he spotted Eleanor pacing back and forth in the living room with Rosca sitting on the couch, shaking. When she saw him, she ran to him and collapsed in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably, "It's my fault," Eleanor wept, her voice cracking. "If only I had
Jerome didn't say anything, instead, he simply sat down on the couch without being invited. The old couple stared at him in confusion and disbelief. "Young man, how may we help you?"Jerome said nothing, instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of photos. He placed them on the table, one by one, without saying a word. Finally, he looked up and said, "Do you know her?"The old couple picked up the photos and looked at them carefully, turning them over and studying them from every angle. "No, we don't know her," they said with a shake of their heads.Jerome was taken aback by their answer. He looked at them, searching for any sign of deceit. "You... don't know her?" he said, his voice heavy with disbelief."We honestly don't know her," the couple insisted, their faces reflecting nothing but sincerity. They seemed completely baffled by Jerome's question.Jerome's eyes narrowed, growing cold and hard. He hadn't expected such an answer. He cleared his throat and asked, "
Jerome struggled to find the right words to comfort Eleanor. He patted her back gently, hoping to offer some measure of reassurance. But it was clear that she was too overwhelmed by shock and grief to find any solace. Her daughter was missing, and she couldn't come to terms with the idea.Rosca sat on the floor not knowing what to do. Her mind was filled with guilt as she watched her friend dwell in sorrow. She felt so helpless and useless. She had sought help from her grandfather but there was still no news. Rosca sat on the floor, feeling helpless and useless. She watched her friend cry and felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. She had asked her grandfather for help, but still, there was no news. She felt like she had failed Eleanor, and that was a heavy burden to bear. It was all her fault. If she hadn't asked her, this wouldn't have happened. It took a long time, but eventually, Jerome was able to convince Eleanor to lie down and rest. He gently brushed her cheek and whispered, "
It was early in the morning when the doorbell rang. Jerome was still in the study, poring over documents and notes, trying to find a clue or lead that would help him find Baby Ava. Eleanor was still too weak to come downstairs, and Rosca was the only one downstairs, trying to make breakfast for her friend. She rushed to the door when she heard the bell. Standing on the doorstep was a delivery man with a large package in his arms. the story.“Is Mrs. Eleanor here?" the delivery man asked, his voice muffled by the mask he was wearing. Rosca frowned, a feeling of unease settling in the pit of her stomach.“What do you need?" Rosca asked her voice firm and cautious. She didn't trust this man, and she wasn't about to give him any information without knowing more.“I'm here to deliver this parcel to her." The man answered. Jerome had dispelled all the bodyguards to search for baby Ava. There was no one at the mansion since he thought he only could protect Eleanor. And also he didn't know i