~ Mia – POV~I watched as Robert’s car drove out of the premises. I was so sure it was him. Yet, I couldn't understand why he refused to go in with me.I joined the others at the dining hall. It was huge and spacious, with over fifty table settings—more than enough for the children.“Alright, kids, let’s say the Lord’s Prayer.” Mr Cole said.“Our Father who is in heaven…” all the children echoed in unison, their voices harmonizing through the entire room.“Here, sit with us!” Jake called out as I held my tray. He was surrounded by a few kids. I happily joined the table, giggling along with the little ones as they shared their endless stories.I glanced over and saw only Mrs. Cora and Cole deep in conversation, their expressions serious. I figured they must be talking about earlier—Robert’s visit. Though I was curious, I didn’t have the courage to ask. I couldn't even say Robert is my husband, was he truly your son?Still, the question lingered—was he truly adopted by Cole? The world s
~ Robert’s POV~My heart raced as I saw the sadness on Cora’s face. She’s been nothing short of a mother, a woman who took me in and nurtured me like her own son. After I lost my memory in the woods, I was brought to Compton, where I stayed with Mr. and Mrs. Hidson. They were poor, yet they worked tirelessly to ensure I had food on my table.I held tightly to my steering wheel as hot tears gushed from my eyes.“The last time you visit those people will be the last time you ever see them,” James had once threatened me—long before he knew I was his son. I was like a dog to him, cleaning up his mess and obeying his every command.“I said I will visit some other time!” My mind drifted again to the moment I shouted at Mia—not because I was angry at her, but because I was angry at myself.For being away so many years without the courage to return and pay my respects. I was ashamed and couldn’t bear to face them, as though I had never known them.What explanation will I give to Mia? Would sh
~ Mia's POV ~“Please stop it, Robert,” I said when I saw his fury rising because Jake had touched me.“I’m so sorry,” Jake apologized, and I couldn’t help but fall for his sincerity.“It’s alright,” I said, but Robert walked out of the room angrily. I don’t get why he always becomes so furious whenever he sees me with Jake since after the scandal. Sometimes I feel he believed the news over me.“Are you alright?” Jake asked again, sitting on the seat in front of me.“Yes, I feel better. I told Robert to call you so you wouldn’t be too worried,” I said.“Mia, don’t do that next time. You could have gotten yourself really hurt.”“I’m so sorry I ran off like that. My phone went off when I turned on my data to find my location through the GPS. I was attacked by a group of bad men, which led to a street fight and an open fire, causing one of them to die,” I said and observed Jake’s expression. He had an angry look, as though thinking something entirely different.“I’m glad you’re fine, Mia
~ Robert’s POV~“Mia!” I called out, shaking her vigorously, but she drifted into unconsciousness. I grabbed her belongings and hurriedly drove her to the hospital.After she was placed on admission, the doctor assured me she would be fine. I sat beside her, waiting for her to open her eyes.My phone buzzed. It was Dennis.“Sir, the mess has been cleaned up,” he said.“Make sure you properly dispose of the corpse,” I instructed. “And keep looking for Mr. Johnson. This time, make sure you do a good job,” I added before ending the call.Earlier that day, I left the house to attend to some business. What I never told Mia was that I was going to Compton because I had found her father there. Mr. Johnson was captured by my men, but somehow, he escaped during interrogation.He had been tied to a chair in an abandoned building when I arrived. He hadn’t been beaten, but he had been starved.“Mr. Johnson Ross. Long time no see,” I said, dragging a chair to sit in front of him.“What do you want
~ Mia POV ~“Mia?” He called my name, his eyes filled with fear, his hands trembling as he stepped back from me.As I tried to get closer, he shoved me so hard I hit the ground, then took off running.“Mia?” Jake’s voice cut through the chaos. He rushed toward me, trying to help, but was knocked down by the men chasing after my father.I scrambled to my feet and ran. I had to follow him. What was he doing in Compton? Why was he being chased? I couldn’t leave—not now. I needed answers. My heart beat like a war drum in my chest as I followed their path. I saw my father dart into a narrow street and I quickly changed direction, taking an adjacent alley to try and cut him off. The two masked men chasing him split up as well, but took a different route. For a brief moment, I was alone in the pursuit.I burst out of the alley just in time. There he was but he hadn’t seen me yet.“Wait! Please!” I shouted, breathless and he stopped.He turned, his chest heaving, his face wild with panic.“Wh
~ Mia POV~I glanced at the portraits on the walls — they were so beautiful. They reminded me of Robert's own collection: the style, the quality, and, most of all, the artists' names. Robert had five major artists whose works decorated the entire mansion. Even his office wasn’t exempt. He loved paintings, especially those created by California’s finest.I walked side by side with Jake as we toured the Cole Orphanage. A large hall stood within the gates of the property — it was where the children gathered to pray and hold their regular Christian services. Volunteers, including Catholic reverends and sisters, came weekly to support them. The orphanage housed about seventy children, but what saddened me most was the fact that they received so few donations.As we continued the tour, we reached a section filled with small chairs and a whiteboard. These were elementary classrooms, designed for the younger ones — ages three to ten.“Is there no high school for these children?” I asked Jake,