Masuk“Yes, he did. He told me he has malaria. If the doctor hadn’t spoken while I was calling Dad, he was planning to keep it from me,” Fulvia said softly.“Oh... it’s just malaria? Then why is sir coughing out blood? Oh... maybe it’s just a dry cough,” Emily thought quietly.“Why did you ask, Emily? Is it more than malaria? Is Dad hiding something?” Fulvia asked, concern lacing her voice.“No, young mistress. Sir didn’t tell us what was wrong. I asked the doctor, but he said he can’t disclose patient information. I was worried, that’s why I asked if Sir told you,” Emily replied carefully.“Fulvia, you see I’m okay now, right?” Mr Kingsley asked, his voice steady but faintly weak.“Yes, Dad. But promise me you won’t keep anything from me again,” Fulvia said gently.“Alright, Fulvia... Henry, I want to see you in private,” Mr Kingsley said, his tone serious.“Dad, you’re just getting better. You and Henry can stay; we’ll excuse you,” Fulvia said softly, her hand brushing against his arm.“O
“Yes... I’m sure it’s exactly the scent of the perfume. Is it unisex. I should stop overthinking,” Molly thought as she walked toward the hotel.“Good afternoon, madam. How may we help you?” one of the receptionists asked.“Afternoon. I’m here for someone,” Molly replied.“Alright, madam. What’s the person’s name so I can check their room number?” the receptionist asked.“One moment. Excuse me,” Molly said, dialing Bobby’s number.“Hello, babe. What’s up? Are you still coming?” Bobby asked.“What do you mean still coming? I’m already at the hotel. What’s your room number?” Molly asked.“Oh, so quick? Wait, I’ll come pick you up now,” Bobby said.“Okay, be fast. I’m waiting,” Molly said and hung up.“Madam, the room number...” the receptionist began.“Don’t worry, he said he’s coming,” Molly replied.“Alright, madam. You may take a seat over there,” the receptionist said.“Thank you,” Molly said as she sat down.*****“We are here, sir and madam,” the driver announced.Mia got out firs
Fulvia stood from where she had been kneeling. “Thank you so much, Young Master, for honoring my mother and paying your respects. Mia... I’m done. Let go,” she said softly.“Elora, have you contacted a cab?” Mia asked the second maid accompanying Fulvia.“Yes, Mia. The driver will be here soon,” Elora replied.Riing! Riing!“Madam, you have a call. It’s your father. I’ve picked it up,” Mia said, handing the phone to Fulvia.“Hello, Dad,” Fulvia said.“Hello, my little princess... wait, why does your voice sound so dull? Did Henry mistreat you? Did he do anything wrong? Are you not happy?” Mr Kingsley asked anxiously.“Finally, Dad, you’re giving me a chance to answer,” Fulvia said, her voice trembling slightly. “No, Dad. No one is mistreating me. I’m absolutely fine… but I’m very sad you didn’t come to mother’s burial ground.”“Fulvia, I’m sorry. I’ve been very busy lately. It’s not that I forgot or didn’t want to...” Mr Kingsley began, but he was interrupted.“Mr Kingsley, you need t
Henry exhaled, frustrated. “I’ll just open the door and find out,” he muttered before pushing it open.The room was empty.“Not in her room... Where is she?” he asked himself quietly.“Young Master, I hope there is no problem. Do you need anything, sir?” a maid rushed in, concerned.“Where is my wife?” Henry demanded.“Young Master, Madam went out,” the maid replied nervously.“Where did she go? And why alone?” he asked sharply.“I heard from the maid accompanying Madam that they went to the cemetery. Madam wanted to pay her respects to her late mother,” the maid said.Thank God... it’s not that she’s angry and ran to her father’s house. Henry felt a wave of relief wash over him.“Young Master? Young Master...” the maid kept calling, but his thoughts were far away.“What is it?” Henry snapped.“I-I only wanted to ask if I should get going... or if you need anything else,” she stuttered.“Not really. But... did they tell you which cemetery?” Henry asked.“No, Young Master. But I heard
“What is it, Roselia? Why are you shouting like that? I admit many of us are scared of blood, but it’s not much. Young Master must have hurt himself by mistake,” Allison said softly.“Oh Allison, you don’t understand. This is a sign that someone lost her virginity here last night,” Roselia whispered, her eyes wide.“What do you mean, Rose?” Allison began, but Roselia cut her off.“You can’t understand. You’re inexperienced. After all, you’re only nineteen,” Roselia said sharply.“I’m not a kid, Rose? I’m an adult too! The reason I’m asking is because a lady lost her virginity here, where Young Master slept last night,” Allison replied defensively.“See? The so-called adult doesn’t even get it. Young Master spent the night with someone... and she was a virgin,” Roselia said, shaking her head.“Ohhh... so tell me, Rose. Does that mean the lady lost her virginity by mistake, or did she give it to Young Master herself? He didn’t force her to bed, right?” Allison asked, curiosity shining i
“You know I have a wife, right?” Henry said quietly, his voice low and firm. “Everything my mum said—she only said it to make you feel better, to atone for judging you before knowing the full story.”Molly blinked, her breath catching. What? After everything I did, after all my efforts... it’s all going in vain? Does Young Master even have a heart? Isn’t he supposed to feel sorry for me—take me home, comfort me?Her lips trembled. Oh, right... this is reality, not some short romantic play. I can’t believe this. After planning everything so carefully, it finally worked—and now he’s saying this? What on earth is he talking about?“Are you listening, Molly?” Henry’s tone softened. “I know this hurts you, but I’m truly sorry.”He reached into his pocket and held out a bank card. “Take this. It has no limit.”Molly stared at the card, hesitant to touch it.“Go on, take it,” Henry urged gently. “It’s for you. It would’ve been possible for me to marry you, but you know I’m married—and I’m no







