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Doctor Olivia gently placed the stethoscope on baby DJ’s chest, her expression growing slightly concerned as she listened. Diego stood silently by the window, his arms crossed as be watched. “Has he been taking the medication I prescribed?” she asked, glancing at the nanny maid. “Yes, Doctor,” the maid replied quickly. “I made sure of it.” Doctor Olivia returned her attention to DJ, who continued crying weakly. She gently rubbed his back then looked up. “Please bring me the small medical kit from my bag,” she told the maid, who quickly left the room leaving just her and Diego behind. Diego stepped forward, lookin tense. “Is something wrong, Doctor Olivia? Why does my son keep crying like this?” “I’m still observing, Mr. Mondragon,” she said carefully. “But we may need to bring him to the hospital for a full check-up, just to be sure.” Diego’s brows furrowed deeply. “Is it something serious?” “I can’t say much right now,” she answered calmly. Then she looked around the room, c
“I saw the press conference,” Rafael said quietly, his voice catching for a second. “You didn’t have to do that, but… you did. You stood up for my father when nobody else dared. You cleared his name.” Uncle Robert moved away, uncomfortable with praise. “It was long overdue.” Rafael walked closer, and for a moment, just stood there. Then he reached out and pulled his uncle into a firm hug. “Thank you,” he said firmly. “For not letting the truth die.” Uncle Robert nodded, patting his back. “Your father deserved that much. And so do you.” Rafael stepped back, his eyes welling up with tears, slowly he lowered his head...... ..................... Women fellowship get together Honestly, I told my daughter-in-law that not every woman gets this kind of luxury,” one of the women said, sipping from her teacup as she adjusted her scarf. Mom Camilla laughed lightly, waving her hand with a proud smirk. “Oh, please. If you think that’s luxury, you should come live a week in my h
Diego was just about to enter his car when his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. It was an unknown number. He picked it up. The voice was the line sounded formal "Mr. Mondragon, good afternoon. This is just a courtesy call.... we’ve received credible information linking your late father to the fatal car accident that killed Mr. Henry Williams Wood thirteen years ago." Diego stood still, "What are you talking about?"he said. "We understand this is sensitive, but a well-known media outlet has contacted us. They’re about to run the story. We wanted to offer you a chance to comment before it goes public." Diego's jaw clenched, "You’re saying my father… caused the accident?" "Not just caused. According to leaked files and a witness statement, it wasn’t an accident at all. It may have been deliberate. I suggest you speak to your legal team immediately."The voice said. "This is nonsense. Lies. My father was an honorable man." Diego muttered sharply... "We'll be pub
“Let me out of here!” Thersa screamed, her voice hoarse from crying. She grabbed the cage bars and shook them hard.. The metal rattled loudly as she shook it hard. “Please… please, let me out!” She fell to the floor, crying hard... As tears streamed down her face. “My baby… I want to see my baby… Please, Diego, I’m begging you…” There was no answer, only her crying voice filled the basement. “I’ll do anything,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Please don’t keep me here… please…” She heard footsteps coming from upstairs and she looked up. She quickly stood up.. “If I were you, I’d shut my mouth, you ungrateful girl.” Mom Camilla said sharply. She came into view, her face twisted in rage and pain... She stopped at the iron gate, glaring at Thersa with fiery eyes. “After everything my son did for you… you dared to betray him?” she hissed, gripping the gate with both hands. “You tried to divorce him and steal his only son?!” Thersa took a shaky step back, h
Celeste was already waiting near the entrance when Thersa arrived. Before Thersa could reach the door of her shop, Celeste rushed forward and grabbed her arm roughly. “You should be ashamed of yourself,” Celeste snapped, yanking Thersa back a few steps. Thersa staggered slightly, shocked by the sudden aggression. “Ashamed of what?” she asked, confused, her brows furrowed. Celeste spoke in a cold tone. “A married woman having an affair outside her marriage.” Thersa’s breath caught. “What are you talking about?” she asked with a steady voice but her heart pounded faster. “Where are you getting this from?” “Stop it,” Celeste hissed. “I know. I know you have something going on with Rafael.” Thersa looked away, a lump rising in her throat. “That’s not true,” she muttered. “Whatever you think you know is” “You think I’m stupid?” Celeste cut in. “You think I haven’t seen the way he looks at you? I know everything. The late-night meetings. You think you’re special to him?” “
"He… hee… hee…” Celeste muttered under her breath, taking a shaky step back from the door. Her hands, still tightly clinging to the object she brought had begun to tremble. She stared at the floor for a moment, unable to feel her own heartbeat. Her breath came in slowly… then deeper… and slower again. “She’s the one…” she whispered, her voice soft almost like a lullaby. “All along… always quiet… always sad-looking… and still, he picks her.” Her eyes welled with tears, but she didn’t blink. “She doesn’t even fight for him. She’s not even trying. And he… he’s ready to burn everything for her.” She took another slow breath, then looked down at the thing in her hand... fingers curling around it with a new grip as the trembling stopped. “She won’t be that again,” Celeste muttered, a smile stretching slowly across her lips. “I’ll make sure of that.” "Ma’am?” a voice called from down the hallway. Celeste’s face cleared, and she smiled softly as she turned around. It was o