Nicole had escorted Lady Loretta back to her room to rest, and then she came to see Miranda. She was still hurt upon seeing Miranda and the handsome visitor, whom she didn't know, kissing."Miranda, can I come in?" Nicole asked. Miranda looked at her in surprise, wondering why Nicole needed her permission before entering the room."Of course. Come in," Miranda ushered Nicole into the room, making way for Nicole to enter. She saw that Nicole looked like her mother and seemed like a friendly person too."I know you might not love my brother anymore, and you might be angry with Derrick, but please forgive him," Nicole said as she saw Miranda's eyes looked red."I'm not angry with Master Derrick anymore. He's Oliver's father, even though I don't want to have anything to do with him. I still have to acknowledge him as my son's father," Miranda replied, looking away and staring downward.Nicole knew that she wasn't in the right to speak about what Derrick felt for Miranda, but she decided t
Miranda sighed after Oliver left her room. After finishing her dinner, she went to put the plate in the kitchen. As Miranda returned to her room, she lay on the bed thinking about how Larry's parents had treated her, as well as how Derrick spoke about loving her and wanting her to come back home. Soon, she succumbed to sleep on the bed. The following morning, as Miranda woke up, she realized she hadn't brought any clothes the previous night and, not wanting to stay too long, she prepared to return to the town where she lived. Her phone rang just as she finished having a quick bath in the bathroom. She anticipated going to find Oliver and help him dress to leave the house too. "Hello, babe," Miranda answered Larry's call, hearing his deep masculine voice. "Morning, sweetie. Where are you now?" Larry asked, although he wasn't pleased that Miranda had to stay behind at Derrick's place. He had to trust her. "I'm at home. I mean, I'm still at Master Derrick's house." There w
Miranda gazed back at Derrick's face and told him, "Nothing. There's nothing you can do to win me back. You should move on. Oliver will always be your son, just as he is mine."Derrick gazed into Miranda's eyes, not wanting to believe her words. He didn’t respond as he turned and walked away from her, knowing that she disliked him so much. It wasn't his fault either; he had tried to talk to her before, but she had been adamant about not listening to him or coming back.Instead, she blocked him."Master Derrick, where are you going? Please wake Oliver up; we have to go back home now," Miranda said, and Derrick paused at the entrance of his bedroom."I'm not waking him up. Let him rest; he's in his father's house."With that, Derrick walked into his room, and Miranda stood there speechless. She didn’t want to enter Derrick's bedroom, as the mansion—and even the sitting room where she stood—held so many memories, and she was fighting back the urge to burst into tears.Miranda knew that s
Derrick smiled as he heard Miranda requesting her engagement ring."I've thrown it away," he smirked, noticing Miranda's face redden as she glared at him."You wouldn't dare do that. Please refund the ring to me. I had to wear this fake ring so Larry wouldn't find out," Miranda insisted, raising her left hand to show the ring she had quickly borrowed from Emily and worn on her left ring finger."None of the rings suit you. Don’t worry; I will get a new wedding ring for you. Let me have my bath first." Derrick stripped off his white robe, causing Miranda to gulp and quickly look away."What are you doing?" she asked, diverting her gaze from his muscular chest to Oliver, who sat on the bed, and Derrick smiled."Shouldn't I have my bath? Come here, Oliver; let me bathe you first." Derrick shifted his focus from Miranda to his son. As Miranda turned away in embarrassment, her eyes fell on Oliver, who smiled at her and happily got down from the bed to walk up to Derrick.Feeling uncomforta
"That's fine." Lady Loretta didn't press further, as she saw that Miranda was truly dressed and ready to leave their home. She sent the maid to get their breakfast.Derrick wore a white top and black trousers, similar to what Oliver was wearing."Mom," Oliver smiled and settled into the chair next to Miranda, while Derrick walked behind her and took a seat across from her.Miranda didn't like the fact that Derrick was sitting directly across from her at the dining table, but she suppressed her feelings and focused on finishing her breakfast so she could leave their house on time.As she sat with her phone, she felt it vibrating. Thankfully, she had put it on silent, but now that she was about to eat, she took it out and turned it off.Derrick said nothing to Miranda, who was seated across from him as the family gathered around the golden dining table."Mom, I think you have seen your beautiful daughter now," Derrick teased, and Miranda looked up to meet his gaze as he sat across from
Miranda sat in the back seat of the taxi alone as it drove toward the local town and out of the city center.Her phone buzzed with an incoming call, and she realized it was Larry."Hello, babe," Miranda said, and the taxi driver wasn't interested in who she was speaking to; he kept his focus on the road."Where are you now, babe? I'm done dressing up and coming over to pick you up. I’d like for us to hang out together and not let whatever my parents' said deter our relationship. We have been together for five years, and my family's opinion wouldn't affect how much I love you."Larry's words softened Miranda's heart, and she sighed again."I understand, Larry. But I have already gone home. Oliver refused to come with me, so I was left with no choice but to leave him behind with Derrick since my son wants to be with him so much."There was silence on the phone before Larry said, "Did you speak with Derrick about signing the child's custody agreement?""No. Although he doesn't want me to
It had not been easy for Miranda knowing that she had allowed Derrick to have their child. She really missed Oliver and longed to hear his voice.Once Miranda finished bathing in her room, she stepped out and had dinner with Emily before retiring to her room, feeling the urge to contact Derrick and find out how Oliver was doing.She picked up her phone and stared at the screen as she entered Derrick's page.She contemplated calling him to ask about her son, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.Meanwhile, Derrick was having a nice time with Oliver. Oliver told him a lot about his school, what he liked, and what he disliked. Derrick learned that Miranda was a good mother, not as bad as he had previously assumed.*I have to find a way to win Miranda back,* Derrick thought to himself as he bonded with his son.The following day, Miranda decided to go to the mall since she had no one to talk to at home. She missed Oliver, regretting her decision to let him stay with Derrick."I can do
In Miranda's office, Larry looked irritated as he looked from Miranda to Derrick. Derrick entered the office wearing a black suit, and Oliver wore a similar design, looking radiant and smiling. "Mom!" Oliver exclaimed as he let go of Derrick's hand and ran up to hug his mother where she was seated on her office chair with a deep frown settled on her face. "Mommy!" Oliver exclaimed as he rushed to hug his mother, and Miranda hugged him too, as she felt the air in her office become tense. After hugging her son who climbed to sit on her thighs, Miranda asked him, "How have you been Oliver? I really missed you and not expecting to see you here today?" "Yes, Mom. Dad took me shopping yesterday after you left and bought me many clothes. Also, Daddy brought me to his office today, and we got to ride in Dad's car," Oliver looked so excited as he spoke about Derrick, and Miranda frowned. "That's good. Won't you see hello to uncle Larry?" Miranda said to Oliver, who smiled and greete