Duncan couldn't help but wonder what sort of a person his father was and what kind of miseries he had endured. He still battled to recall his childhood memories with his family since he had the incident when he was young that led his adopted mother to take him. Conflicting emotions swirled within Duncan's mind. Should he respect his father's plea and put the diary back untouched, or should he venture further into the pages, hoping to uncover the truth behind the mysterious words? It was a moment of decision, one that would determine whether he would honor his father's request or satisfy his burning curiosity. As Duncan stood there, torn between respecting the writer's wishes and unlocking the secrets within, he couldn't shake off the feeling that there might be something important hidden within those pages. The allure of the unknown tugged at him, urging him to dive deeper into the diary's contents. With a mixture of trepidation and determination, Duncan turned to the next pag
Peterson's thoughts raced, trying to piece together any clues or explanations. Has there been some sort of error or glitch? Or worse, had he fallen victim to a malicious act? The uncertainty gnawed at him, and a mixture of frustration and fear settled in his chest. Peterson knew he needed to take immediate action. With trembling hands, he dialed the customer service number for his bank, hoping to get some answers and resolve the alarming situation. As he waited anxiously for someone to answer on the other end of the line, he couldn't shake off the sinking feeling that his life had taken an unexpected turn, and he was about to face a daunting financial crisis. Frustration and impatience welled up within Peterson as the call to the bank's customer service continued to go unanswered. Growling in exasperation, he abruptly stood up, tossing the phone onto the bed. His voice resonated throughout the room as he expressed his frustration with the empty air."What's happening?" he question
"What are you doing?" Duncan finally managed to ask, his voice filled with a mix of bewilderment and gratitude. Karla's focus remained on her task as she spread the ointment carefully, her touch gentle yet purposeful. "I'm taking care of you," she replied softly, her voice carrying a hint of tenderness. Duncan found himself at a loss for words as he watched Karla's attentive and caring actions. He hadn't expected this level of care from her, but he couldn't deny the comfort it brought him. The tension within him slowly dissipated, replaced by a sense of warmth and appreciation. As Karla finished applying the ointment, she carefully placed the small sterile adhesive bandage over the blister, ensuring it was secure. She took a step back, her eyes meeting Duncan's with a gentle smile."There," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. "That should help protect it and prevent any further irritation." Duncan's lips curled into a grateful smile. "Thank you, Karla," he whispered,
Duncan sat back comfortably, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he held the phone to his ear. As he listened intently, he could clearly hear the rapid, pounding beats of Peterson's racing heartbeat, a clear indication of his furious state. Duncan couldn't help but relish in the satisfaction of knowing how greatly enraged Peterson was. Just as Duncan was about to respond to Peterson's angry demand for money, Karla, who stood next to him, gestured with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Duncan, I need my money, don't you…" Sensing the opportunity for a well-timed prank, Duncan seized it. He abruptly pressed the end call button, cutting off Peterson's voice before he could finish his sentence. Duncan turned his attention to Karla, his laughter bubbling up from deep within. The two of them shared a moment of pure amusement, reveling in the hilarity of the situation he had orchestrated. The tension that had been building between them and Peterson was temporarily forgott
When Lady Zelda heard Duncan mutter about "dealing with the enemies," she was puzzled and sought clarification. "What do you mean by 'dealing with the enemies'?" Duncan, caught off guard that she had overheard him, quickly composed himself, putting his phone back into his pocket and shrugging. "I was just kidding," he replied, trying to downplay his remark. He didn't want to worry his mother or create unnecessary concern. Sensing her skepticism, Duncan redirected the conversation, "So, how did you see the updates of the business?" "Well, you insisted on showing them to me, even though I fully trust in your capabilities, my son. You've been doing a great job, especially considering it's only been a couple of months since you took over. I'm proud of you." Her words brought a smile to Duncan's face, and he felt a surge of pride and gratitude. He appreciated his mother's unwavering support and belief in his abilities. Her hand on his and her leaning posture conveyed her affection
Smiling, Karla asked, "So, what now?""I will make Peterson suffer more. The video from last night had gone viral," Duncan said, his determination evident. He walked towards his bike parked in the parking space, with Karla following closely. As they reached the bike, Karla couldn't help but inquire, "Where are you going?""I'm going to see Abigail," Duncan replied, glancing back at Karla. Karla's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why are you going to see her?" Duncan paused, reflecting on his thoughts. "She helped me. We need to talk. I feel she did something more for me." Karla twitched her mouth and folded her arms, clearly not convinced. "I'm coming with you." Duncan turned towards her, a determined expression on his face. "No. You're not." Karla seemed taken aback by his response, but Duncan's decision was final. He hopped on his bike and revved the engine, ready to embark on his journey to meet Abigail, leaving Karla behind with a mixture of curiosity and concern. She p
Abigail regarded Karla, her curiosity mingled with a flicker of surprise. She had not anticipated such a confession, and her mind raced to decipher the meaning behind Karla's words. The room filled with a charged atmosphere, as the three of them stood, each grappling with their own emotions. Finally, Duncan cleared his throat, drawing attention to himself as he spoke to Abigail. "Please consider Karla's apology," he said, his voice carrying a touch of authority. Abigail adjusted her gown, straightening her posture, and flicked her hair in a dismissive gesture. The action almost provoked a hiss from Karla, but she managed to maintain her composure, waiting anxiously for Abigail's response. "Well, I guess she only apologized because of you," Abigail replied, shrugging nonchalantly before returning to her seat. Her dismissive tone implied that she didn't consider Karla's apology to be genuine or sincere. Rolling her eyes in frustration, Karla opened her mouth to retort, ready to d
In The Burton Mansion After Karla ended the call, Samuel found himself sitting in the living room, overwhelmed with devastation. His thoughts consumed him, rendering him unresponsive to the world around him. Meanwhile, in the dining room, Ciara finished setting the table for dinner and noticed Samuel's despondent state. Approaching him with a sigh, Ciara gently called out to him, her voice filled with concern. "Sweetheart, dinner is ready," she informed him, hoping to bring him back to the present moment. Samuel remained lost in his thoughts, his silence speaking volumes. Sensing his distress, Ciara took a seat next to him and reached out to touch his hand, offering comfort and support. "Oh, dear, did you say anything?" He asked, jolting back to reality."I said dinner was ready," she replied."Ah, I kind of lost my appetite," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of sadness and resignation and his words tinged with a lack of appetite. Ciara, however, sensed that there w