"You shouldn't have said that, Madame.""No. It's just right that I told him that. If he still has a conscience, if he can still think about of the others, he will do it. I spoiled him all the time, but that doesn't mean I can't discipline him. I would prefer to support Sandra in hiding rather than help them reconcile. I keep saying it over and over again, he doesn't deserve a second chance. He broke her once, but the damage was everlasting."Cali could only sigh as she watched Madame Madelle. This is a conversation where it seems she no longer wants to make with his child and Sandra to reconcile, but Cali feels the guilt within him. She is always saying that it's partly her fault, which he cannot argue against.I was forced. They are pushing it too much. They believed that infatuation is love, but it's merely an attraction—an attraction that ultimately leads both of them to ruin. It's a pity they didn't work out. "And there, it seems he couldn't handle my words; he left the house, a
"WHY are we here?" Anthony asked his wife once more. They were both standing in front of a metal gate with classical carvings. "Hm? I told you, we are going to meet a relative," Madelle happily answered her husband. "Relative? Mine or yours?" Anthony curiously asked his wife who was now gradually getting annoyed by the number of questions. "Ours, Anthony. Also, is it possible? You asked right, since leaving the Philippines, you've been asking more and more questions." "It's because you're confused. We don't have any relatives here? My family side is in Australia, yours. . ." Anthony stopped when Madelle gave him a bad look, "well." "Is it possible, I don't want to face them like this. You are ruining the mood, too much." "It's really my fault, it's you who acted impulsively. My goodness," Anthony scratched the back of his neck because Maddie didn't hit him. "We've been here for a while now. Why don't you ring the doorbell when we get inside," suggested Anthony. "Can you wait a
"THAT is all we got, Madame," said Madame Madelle's secretary. Madame was scanning through the papers and every single page of it was interesting. She didn't think everyone would reach such scenes. Even the two famous doctors were involved, and of course, the one and only, Cali. Madame Madelle sighed softly. She dismissed her secretary and proceeded on reading. When she read all the details of what Sandra has gone three years ago, she just closed her eyes because she was also guilty. She felt that she was not a good mother-in-law. But looking at the papers again, she smiled. Maybe it's a blessing in disguise. Despite everything she manages to go this far. Madame Madelle is beyond proud. If she was the only one in Sandra's situation, she would have chosen to wait until she died. Or worse she might think of getting revenge. She can't be the only one aggrieved, there should be sympathy. Madame Madelle looked at her watch and realized it was near dusk. From what he found out t
DENVER was sitting quietly in the living room when his mother came to him. Madame Madelle looked at him intently. The maid has also served him coffee, it's been so long since he came home and his mother just came home. He knows his mom has done something horrible to Abby. And he didn't want to ask anything, afraid that his mother might say something. His mother's face was reder than a tomato all thanks to the mixture of annoyance and anger. "Denver!" She points her finger at him. That alone made him know he really fucked up. He secretly shook his head. "Who are you really kidding, Denver? You can't serve two kings! You can't have two women! Grow up and stand. Choose who you really want to have. Do you really want Sandra to come back? Because if I'm the only one you ask, I'll support Sandra to hide and never show up on you again! Who would believe you love her if you're still like that? Still fooling around." Denver didn't say anything. The last time, he heard nothing. N
OH, goodness! When it rains, it pours. If it was Denver the other day, now it's Cali. Sandra suppressed a grimace due to Cali's beaming smile at her. “What now?” Sandra asked, her voice tinged with exasperation. “How are you?! We haven't talked in a long time!” Cali said, his enthusiasm almost overbearing. Sandra almost rolled her eyes in annoyance at the man in front of her. She didn't understand why he had suddenly appeared and what his intentions were. “Speak. I'm listening,” she said curtly. “Wow, so formal.” “Did he send you?” Sandra asked irritably, narrowing her eyes. “Who?” Cali feigned innocence. “Who else? And be straightforward with me. Why are you here? What do you want? I swear, you and Denver better stop bothering me, or I'll press charges!” “Did you see Denver? When?” Cali asked curiously. “Stop with the antics, Cali! If you irritate me any further, I will punch you!” A woman entered the café and sat beside Cali. “Hi, I'm Anastasia,” the woman introduced her
"ARE you home?" Sandra asked the nanny over the phone."We just arrived, Ma'am," the nanny replied."Alright. I'm coming home," she then ended the call.She's nervous. All of a sudden, she feels like something is wrong. She definitely sees the determination in his eyes. When she looked in the mirror, she saw a car following her from behind. She knows whose car it is. She doesn't know what she wants, but she wants to run away.The car follows her honks loudly, as if urging her to stop, but she doesn't want to. She doesn't want to listen to it. What? Why? For what?She thinks if she goes home, Denver will know where she lives. Or worse, he might see the kids, see her with the kids. She doesn't want that; what if he takes the kids away? But why is she here? It feels like just yesterday when Xyl told her he was in the Philippines and she was so happy to go clubbing with his mistress. Sandra angrily looked at the mirror again when it honked again."Damn it! Leave me alone!" she angrily sho