"Really, kid?" “Right now, where is your daddy?” The ugly man teases little Tristan, "I guess he's already hiding right now, like a coward."
She's eager to turn this guy into meat paste. How dare he make fun of her son?
"My father is not a coward; you, on the other hand, are a coward!" Little Tristan was furious with the ugly guy. His face was flushed, and he glared at the man with sharp eyes.
Cristine did nothing but shake her head. Dad will always be a hero in the eyes of his children. It's powerful and admirable.
"It's enough, son. Don't bother talking to insignificant people. We're wasting our time with them." While ignoring the ugly guy, Cristine softly reminded little Tristan, "You know in yo
"Every photo is good," the photographer said as he viewed the images.While Tristan smiled as he scanned the images, the little kid pouted. Cristine laughed heartily. Tristan was in the center of certain shots, while the little boy was at the side. He was dissatisfied.In that photo, little Tristan recognized that 'his wife is true love, and the child is an accident' for his father.The photographer invited them to develop the images at his makeshift studio. Tristan requested the original copies to be emailed to him. They didn't have to wait long to get the photo printed.The pictures were excellent. It was fascinating. Looking at the snapshot, one would assume that this family was quite happy and harmonious.
Cristine sat in the backseat, next to little Tristan, who was fast asleep. The driver's seat was occupied by Tristan. It is dangerous to drive with a child in the front seat. Cristine adjusted the seatbelt to make the small guy more comfortable. It's essential. She cradled the small guy's head with the monochrome pillow.Cristine was thinking about her day as she looked at the sleeping face of the small kid. It was both entertaining and heartwarming. This is not something they will encounter every day.When they entered a high-end villa, Cristine was surprised. She doesn't think the small child's family is well-off. The price of this villa's house has not been reduced to sixteen million pesos.When they entered the mansion, the butler greeted them. Cristine remained in the l
Cristine felt groggy as she awoke. Her hair and outfit were a total mess. She didn't get enough rest the night before. Tristan is to blame for her overthinking due to his ambiguous actions.Her sibling, on the other hand, has a class today. As Jay's guardian, she will visit his school and be familiar with his situation. That lad has a lot of potential. She does not wish to waste his intellect.In high school, she attended Ace Academy. She's well-known in her class, but I'm not sure why. Cristine has served as President of their Student Council for the past three years. She's even unsure why she was elected President of the Student Council in the first place.Students in their fourth year were always the ones that ran for president of the Student Council, and their term was j
Cristine's motor is the latest edition. It will not be an ordinary thing. Cristine's aesthetics and preferences were taken into consideration when creating it.Cristine dislikes attention, yet if they truly seek trouble, Cristine will not retreat and become a coward.Cristine was surprised when the man stopped approaching and pleaded with the woman due to her threat."I'm sorry, Miss Cane, but we just can't do it. I don't want to hurt anyone, so please, please, I beg you to release my sister."In front of the woman, the man knelt. His tone was begging and sorrowful. Even his eyes were teary. The woman did nothing but roll her eyes at the man.Cristine simpl
"Hey!" Cristine said, waving her hands and greeting them enthusiastically. Even though they are still far apart, they call her.The boys were ecstatic about seeing Cristine. They have the appearance of children seeing their mother. Cristine smiled sweetly at them."Why are you here, Brother?" Daren asked Darylle, who Cristine overheard. His voice was soothing and gentle."I'm visiting you. Why? Don't you want me to visit you? Are you keeping something from me? Did you have a problem? You know you can seek help from me, right?" Darylle probed, his gaze fixed on his brother for any clues."Why are you here, Brother?" Daris instantly asked when he spotted his brother.Crist
Cristine cast a pitying gaze at Mae. The worst scenario anyone can be in is losing their first kiss by accident. The majority of girls fantasize about losing their first kiss to their first love, rather than any random person."Cristine nodded and continued, "That's what happened.""I thought you were back to being a bully; if that's the case, I'll beat you up until you figure out what's going on, understand?" Cristine asked, her gaze fixed on them. She examines each of them to see if they are paying attention."Yes, we're terrified of being beaten by you, but we still love our faces despite the fact that we're not as beautiful as you," one of the girls remarked as she complimented Cristine."Come here boys, let me
When Cristine walked up to the rooftop and opened the door.She had noticed her.She is her companion.She was someone she wished to protect.She treated her as though she were a sibling.She was someone who wished to protect her.Why has she gone back?Cristine spoke softly, "Shara." She remained disoriented, unsure whether she was dreaming or not.She called her.She saw her again.She has returned.The fabled School Protector has returned.
Cristine would experience panic attacks every time she saw the familiar model of the gun.Cristine takes a step backwards. Her mind keeps returning to her grandfather's horrific murder. Her entire body trembled with fear. She has no control over it. Cristine's psychological shadow was cast by this gun.The M1917 Revolver revolver terrified Cristine. The lost recollection from the back of her mind would flash before her eyes as if it happened just yesterday.There was a lot of blood on the scene. Her grandfather's blood. Cristine was startled and afraid. Her entire body was rigid. Her tears were falling from her eyes without her noticing."We believed it would be difficult for us to kill you, young lady, but I think they're mistaken," the man said with a nasty grin.