“Talk to me, Victor." She pressured him to speak, and then he finally spoke by asking her the question that had been bothering his heart for almost two hours.“Do you love Victor?” “What? How dare you ask me if I love that goat? Peter, I am wearing your engagement ring, and I am carrying your child. How. Can you degrade me to that lebel? Is that how you see me? Is this what you think of me? Kayla was broken by his question. She looked at him and let tears well up in her eyes.“I saw the pictures of the two of you standing at a close range like lovers,” Peter lied.“A picture? Show it to me and tell me about the idiot who took the picture. This is a setup, and you want to believe it after all we have been through together?”. She asked in disappointment.“So are you going to tell me what happened today after the ice cream shop?”.“Ice cream shop? Wait a minute. Are you stalking me?”“Someone saw you, Kayla, so this is what you do behind my back?”. Really.Okay, Peter, now you are going
Victor said this on his couch in his living room, wiping off the blood from his nose. The hospital seems to know him for always getting into fights, so he was not going to waste his time answering any questions or even driving down. The blood from his nose has increased incredibly, so he picked up his phone and called his personal doctor to come over. In less than thirty minutes, the doctor had pulled up outside the house.“You sounded really urgent over the phone." Dr. Kylian said as he hurried into the house.“I'm bleeding, doctor. I want to call if it isn't urgent." Victor answered. “I see,” the doctor replied, placing his first-aid box on the table.“You got into a fight again. Typical of you”. He teased and laughed.“The bastard always has a way of showing up here to fight me, and I am not going to let him beat me up all the time.”.‘Don't you think it's time you let him have his peace? You have done more harm than good around that man." Dr. Kylian said.‘Stay out of my family
Reynolds has his eyes on the records. He has checked all the files he printed out, but there was simply no name that matched Red's name. He wondered while sitting in his office alone. He has done all he could to make sure he wasn’t making any silly mistakes with the names.He paused, looked at the files for a while, and smiled. He knows that he will find what he is looking for. Just as he was about to scroll again, the door to the office creaked open. Cora was shocked to see him sitting behind his desk with his eyes wide open and focused on the door.“Hey Detective Reynolds! What are you doing here at this time? It’s the weekend, and you should be home." She said this to him as she walked into the room.“Well, I know it’s the weekend, but I have got so much work today before next week. Remember, the case with the Colemans is a very crucial one, and that is why I put you in my eyes to see the places I can’t see. “I see!” Cora exclaimed as she took her seat on the desk.“What’s your fi
"Please sir, forgive me. I won't repeat my mistake," Peter begged his manager while kneeling over a broken vase at the restaurant.The manager groaned at Peter, saying to him in anger, " You're lucky that we're surrendered by people, otherwise you would have gotten it hot from me, you fool.""I'm sorry again sir.""Get out of my sight!" The manager ordered in a loud tone.It was night already and Peter was done with his shift for that day. He worked as a waiter in one of the fanciest restaurants in the city and always feared losing his job there.Among all the numerous jobs he was taking, the restaurant paid him better. And due to his haste, he accidentally broke its finest vase.With the manager's order, Peter immediately left the restaurant, feeling embarrassed over his actions.It had gotten some wealthy customers gawking at him like he was a fool. Well, that's how they gaze at people from the lower class.Immediately Peter stepped out of the restaurant, he raced down to the hospi
"Please help him! He fell into the river," Kayla, the lady whom Peter had saved, called the authorities over to save Peter. After he fell into the river with that drunk fellow, the others ran away in fear, leaving Kayla alone.Scared, she immediately took out her phone to contact help. She couldn't allow her savior to drown after risking his life to save her from the drunk men. The authorities had arrived with divers, who went into the river to find Peter and the fellow he took along.In twenty minutes, the drunk man who fell into the river was found by one of the divers. He was pulled out and placed in an ambulance.Kayla was on the bridge watching when they pulled the latter out. She thought it was Peter, but frowned when she saw it was the drunkard instead. She didn't let him go free after what he did."You don't have to worry Miss Kayla. We'll straighten him once he's awake," An inspector said to Kayla, as they both watched the man being placed in the ambulance.A worried Kayla
"A mysterious Vast of Fortune? This sounds fishy," Kayla said, showing her suspicion of the letter.But Peter didn't know what to say or believe. The letter has left him wondering if such is real."Fortunes hidden in the city, just for me? What if this is true?" He wondered, staring at the letter.Kayla, who sat beside Peter, noticed the questions in Peter's eyes over the letter.Worried, she took the letter from Peter's hand and placed it aside on the table."Why did you do that?" He asked her, looking.With a sigh, Kayla said, " Look, don't allow such things to deceive you. I'm sure this is a setup."Hearing her, Peter began to reason clearly."Forfeit whatever was noted in that letter. I'm sure it's a trap for the enemies to get you. Think about it. Your mother was killed here in the hospital, and now that you know, the enemy is looking for a way to get you and hurt you as well," Kayla pointed out to Peter, showing her concern for the broken man."I care about your safety, Peter. I
Finally discharged from the hospital, Peter didn't hurry back to his place. Instead, he got himself a cab and journeyed to the address sent to him in the letter. If his father was truly as rich as the letter says, then he has to see for himself.He sat in the back seat, thinking of what awaited him. His mind is troubling him, wondering if the content in the letter is absolutely true or fake. He needs to know how it turns out; he knows he made the move.But Peter had no time to make a decision. He needed to be there first.At last, the cab stops at the address Peter was given. The poor man looked and saw a mansion right behind a large fence.This got Peter's heart racing."Could this be true?" He asked rhetorically, stepping out of the vehicle and slowly approaching the entrance.His eyes came scanning the environment of the mansion, noticing servants working from the corners, looking at him.Peter felt awkward at first, but he remembers the letter and its content and heads for the door
With that settled, Mr Coleman treated his son to a large feast, feeding him to his heart contain."This is fine, Mr Coleman. You don't have to pack much meal," Peter had said, seeing how his father kept ordering the servants to add more food for him.But despite what Peter said, Mr Coleman wouldn't listen."Look at how slim you are. It's clear that you haven't been eating properly, son," He said, ordering for desserts to be placed beside Peter.Joy took over for Peter when he saw the food. Most of the meals served before him were meals he couldn't dare to get for himself outside or at the restaurant where he worked.This left his heart glowing while eating."The life of the rich," He lip-talked, hovering his gaze about."If I had realized earlier that you were my son, I would have stopped you from stressing yourself out. Just look at you boy," Mr Coleman said, lifting Peter's arm, like it's weak.This left a smile across Peter's face. Though it felt embarrassing, it made him happy."I