LOGINThe door cracked open, revealing Olivia.
“Ah, I’m sorry, my bad... I came in without knocking,” Olivia said, standing in the doorway with her hand still on the handle.Her voice broke the silence in the room.“It’s okay, Olivia. You can come in. Is there anything wrong, or do you have something to tell us?” Mia asked slowly, her tone heavy with sadness.“Mia, it’s nothing serious. Young Master just asked me to call you — he’s in Madam’s room,” Olivia replie"Are you saying that to…" Max started.Hana cut him off before he could finish. "I'm serious. I told you I'd be back in two to three months, and now I am. You should be happy.""Of course I'm happy," Max said. "It's just so sudden, I won't believe it until I actually see you.""Yeah, yeah. Wasn't it you who said two to three months felt so long? And now you're calling it sudden. Well, the days move fast.""I really am happy you're coming back. There's a lot I need to tell you in person." He hesitated. "And I'm still a little annoyed you never find time to call me.""I'm sorry," Hana said, softening. "What is it you want to tell me? Give me a little of it now."Max let out a breath. "I'm starting to sound like a gossip because of this, but here it is. You know Henry's father married him off to Fulvia. Well, guess what, his mother just tied him to a mistress too.""What?" Hana's voice sharpened."Shocking, right? The mistress is even pregnant.""For who?" she asked."What do you mean, f
"What do you mean? Why are you acting like you don't know what you did? The maid you slept with is pregnant.""What?" Henry shouted into the phone."What do you mean, what? You'd better come to the villa near Palmcrest, or you're going to see me and her at your house in a bit."Mrs Williams hung up before he could answer.“Fuck. This is bad.” Henry was already searching for his car keys.*****"I'm sorry I called you a maid," Mrs Williams said. "I just wanted him to remember what he's done."“Soon-to-be Mrs Williams. Why would I care about being called a maid now?” Molly thought."I was a maid," she said instead. "It's fine for you to call me that.""Listen, you can't look this energetic. You're doing this for your child, so give it your all. I know Henry, he's going to tell you to get rid of it. Just tell him the doctor said there are complications, that if you go through with it, you might bleed to death or never be able to give birth again."“Wow. She's good at scheming. I thought
Riing! Riing!"Hello?” Donald said.“Donald, you'd better not be calling me for more information," Mrs Williams said before he could get a word in. "I already sent you everything you need.""Madam, don't you trust me anymore? We found her already. I'll put men out so we can bring her to you.""You found her?" Mrs Williams let out a short, humourless laugh. "I thought what you were calling to tell me was that she's already sitting in front of you. Donald, are you tired of working? Maybe it's time to retire, because I honestly don't understand how you do things anymore.""I'm sorry, madam. I just wanted to update you before we go out to search for her. I'm sure we'll find her in no time.""It had better be in no time."She hung up without waiting for a reply.*****The next day."Hello. Did you find her?" Donald asked, phone pressed to his ear."No, sir," a man answered."Keep searching."Donald hung up and dragged a hand down his face. Zone three hadn't seen her. The other zones hadn't
This is bad... it's starting.Senior Madam really can't stand seeing Madam happy.Mia lowered her gaze, her fingers tightening around the tray in her hands as worry filled her heart.******"Honey, why are you shouting?" Mr Williams asked, looking helplessly at his wife."I'm shouting?"Mrs Williams let out a disbelieving laugh before pointing straight at Fulvia."Look at what I'm talking about. This girl has no respect. Her in-laws arrived, yet she didn't even come over to welcome us."Mr Williams leaned closer and lowered his voice."What are you saying? Don't you remember she can't see?"Mrs Williams folded her arms."If she can't see, is that affecting her ears too? Didn't she hear that we arrived?"The moment she heard those words, Fulvia immediately pushed herself to her feet. She carefully stretched out a hand, trying to figure out where everyone was from the direction of their voices."Honey, stop causing trouble."Mr Williams quick
The Next Morning...Mr Williams lowered the newspaper in his hands and stared at his wife from head to toe."Why are you all dressed up this morning?" he asked. "Do I need to remind you that you're getting old and should be resting?"Mrs Williams stopped in front of the mirror and glared at him."What? Who are you calling old?" she snapped. "You're the one who's old. I mean, look at yourself."She adjusted her earrings and grabbed her handbag."Let's put that aside. If you want to know why I'm dressed up, just ask."Turning toward the door, she added casually,"Anyway, I'm going to Henry's mansion now, if you'll excuse me."Mr Williams immediately frowned."Why do you want to visit Henry's mansion? I hope there's no problem because I know you."He folded his newspaper and stood up."Are you planning to cause trouble there?"Mrs Williams gasped dramatically and placed a hand on her chest."So I can't visit my son anymore? Is that what you're sa
“What?! That’s both good and bad news. Am I supposed to congratulate you or panic?” Mirabel stared at Molly like she had just lost her mind. “Wait... Molly, were you drunk before I got here?”Molly frowned tiredly.“What do you mean by that?”Mirabel nearly dropped her glass.“Are you seriously asking me that?” she exclaimed. “You’re telling me there’s a baby inside you right now.” She pointed at Molly’s stomach dramatically. “Come on, tell me you’re joking. Is this some kind of prank?”“Keep your voice down,” Molly hissed nervously as she glanced around the bar. “Yes, I’m pregnant.”Mirabel’s jaw dropped.“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She leaned closer immediately. “Tell me whose baby it is.”Her expression suddenly changed.“Wait...” Her eyes widened. “Don’t tell me it’s Bobby’s.”Molly stayed silent.“No. No, no, no...” Mirabel grabbed her arm tightly. “It can’t be his. Talk to me, Molly. Who’s the father?”“Mira, you’re shouting again,” Molly muttered irritably before finally sig
“So it’s you. We just hired you and you’re already this bold? You don’t know how to treat and respect customers, yet you dare insult Miss Molly. Do you have a death wish?”The manager’s voice thundered through the hallway.“Oh my…”It really was the manager.The server felt the heat of the slap he
“Is he the one out of his mind, or is it you? Are you sure you heard the room number correctly?” Jasmine asked.“Yes, I did,” the staff replied.“Ha, ha, ha… this is funny. Jasmine, stop asking questions and let the server go. Besides, it’s not our business,” the second receptionist said.“That’s t
“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
“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 th







