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
Mia had finally completed her task. It was finally over. She was free at last. But that didn't mean she had finished. She still had one more thing to do - she needed to take her revenge on Eleanor. With the family grieving, it was the perfect time to strike. With her son in her arms, she took a taxi and told the driver to drop her at her house. Going back to that small house was something she didn't want to do, but she had no choice now. Killing Eleanor was the best option. She wouldn't let such an opportunity go. If it weren't for Eleanor, she wouldn't have gone for plastic surgery. Her family wouldn't have lost everything, including her father's life. She wouldn't have become poor and everything wouldn't have been taken from her hands. It was her fault. Eleanor was the cause of her predicament. She would make sure she suffered more than death.As they pulled into the driveway, Mia's heart began to race. Finally, she had reached her destination - her home. She stepped out of the ca
Mia had just finished making dinner when she heard a loud bang on the door. She opened it, and a group of men in black suits burst into her house. They were armed, and their faces were obscured by masks. "Who are you?" she stammered, her heart racing. The men didn't answer, and she felt a surge of panic. She thought about trying to run, but they had her surrounded. She was trapped. Who were these men, and what did they want?The men didn't say a word, but they grabbed her and dragged her away. Mia looked back over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of the baby, crying and reaching out for her. She felt a rush of sadness and guilt, knowing that she was being taken away and would not be able to care for the child. She had no family and no one to take care of her. The thought of this innocent baby growing up alone, without love or support, was heartbreaking. Mia wished she could do something to help, but it was too late. She closed her eyes and held back the tears. At first, she didn't lo
Even as she struggled to breathe, Mia retained her defiance. "Go ahead, kill me," she said, her voice hoarse and weak. "It won't bring your daughter back, and it won't erase what I've done. You're wasting your time." The old man's grip tightened around her neck, and for a moment, he considered ending her life.As the old man's grip on Mia's neck tightened, Jerome could see that he was moments away from killing her. It was too much, even for a man who had been consumed by rage and grief. "Grandfather," he said, stepping forward, "you don't have to do this. Don't let her death be easy. She doesn't deserve that.""She wants to provoke you so you would kill her. Don't waste your energy on her. I will deal with her. I will make her feel the pain. She would wish for death to come for her but death would be far away. She would leave for three years to feel the pain. The pain of being alone and disfigured." Jerome's cold eyes sent shivers down Mia's spine. She started panicking and wished som