“Don’t let go, Carlo! We’re almost there!” he cried out in worry as blood flowed from Carlo’s head. “I’ll head home for now. I just need to get something. I’ll bring my grandson with me—he’s filthy and reeks. He needs a proper bath,” Mrs. Divina said to Ricca and Winson. “Alright, Mama. Just come back tomorrow. I know my son is tired, he needs to rest,” Winson replied. “I thought you missed your papa? Shane, why are you going home? You can just take a bath here,” Ricca interjected. “What are you talking about, Honey?! My son needs to rest! Can’t you see how pale he looks?” Winson snapped. “Mama, go ahead and leave now!” he added firmly. Ricca couldn’t say anything in response to Winson’s words, so the grandmother and grandson left the hospital room quietly. “Grandson, when we get home, tell me everything that happened to you while you were outside.” Shane nodded. But when he saw his mother entering the hospital while he was helping push a patient in a wheelchair, he suddenly f
“Grandma, if I tell you something important, would you still tell Aunt Ricca about it?” she nervously asked her grandmother. “Why, dear? Is there something you want to tell me that your Aunt Ricca shouldn’t know about?” “Oh no, Grandma, it’s not like that,” Shane quickly replied, especially when she noticed Ricca approaching them. “Mama, what took you so long? I thought something bad happened to you and your beloved granddaughter.” Mrs. Divina was about to speak when she felt Shane clutch her arm tightly. “What are you doing here, Ricca? What if Winson wakes up? There won't be anyone there for him!” she said in a slightly angry tone. “What are you even going to buy? Shane and I can take care of it. We’ll head up to his room once my granddaughter finishes eating,” Mrs. Divina said to Ricca. “This might be harder than I thought,” Ricca whispered to herself. “Alright, Mama. I’ll go up now—Winson might wake up. Shane, your Papa and I will wait for you upstairs, okay? Don’t disappo
“Hey! Man! Don’t you dare mess with my people here! How much are you offering him?!” asked one of Ricca’s men sharply. “Why do you want to know? I’m offering him triple! Maybe you want to let me go here, and I’ll give you the money you want,” Carlo replied. “I’ll think about that! But for now… rot away in that room,” one of Ricca’s men said. “Don’t you want triple? Let me out of here first! Please!” Carlo kept shouting, but the man left him behind. “Sh*t! Where is Lorain? I need to get out of here to save her!” “Boss! Look at this. It seems the place they went to is the entrance to the Fontanilla resthouse!” shouted one of Frank’s men. “Alright, let’s head there. Bring all your men. We need to get the mother and child before it’s too late,” Frank ordered as they made their way to the Fontanilla resthouse. “So this is where you’re hiding? You fools! You chose the wrong people to mess with!” “Boss, do you recognize this woman? CCTV caught Shane, Madam’s son, leaving the resthous
“Why did this guy have to show up, too?! Ugh, annoying! What am I supposed to do with him now? Tie him up on the other side of the rest house so he doesn't run into that woman!” Ricca ordered her men. Meanwhile, Winson’s hands slowly started to move, and he gradually opened his eyes. Along with that came his sudden shout: “Lorain! Don’t do this to me!” He sat up quickly, as if nothing had happened. “Winson, stop! Calm down! Your body isn’t ready yet!” his mother warned. “Where is Lorain? Where’s my wife and my child?!” he asked frantically. “Lorain? Wife?” Mrs. Divina asked back, completely confused. “What are you talking about? Doc! Doc! My son’s awake!” she shouted, calling out for the doctor or nurse to come and check on Winson’s condition. “Where the hell is Ricca? Why is she always off doing whatever she wants instead of watching over her husband?!” she muttered angrily. Meanwhile, Ricca Fontanilla Durumio and Shane Ramirez Durumio—Lorain and Winson’s son—were already o
“Could it be… Ricca has something to do with Shane’s disappearance?” “But how? Ugh!* It’s so hard to think! I can’t confront her and demand she tell me her plans—or who she’s planning to kidnap!” These were Carlo’s thoughts. That’s why he decided to just keep an eye on her every move—so that when Winson wakes up, he’ll already have news about his wife and child. “Looks like someone’s following us,” one of Ricca’s men said, quickly glancing behind. The second guy turned to confirm. “You’re right! We’ve been tailed!” he said, alarmed. “Step on it! We need to lose them before we reach Madam’s resthouse! We can’t let them follow us—our bonus is on the line!” the other snapped. “Turn there! Now!” the second one ordered. “We’ll die if I turn there!” the first one argued in panic. But it was too late—the second had already yanked the steering wheel, forcing the car to accelerate and overtake massive trucks that could’ve crushed them. Luckily, they avoided disaster. And just like th
“What’s our next plan, Madam?” one of them asked. “Just keep a close watch on their house. Wait for the right timing so you don’t mess up. We don’t want any problems later on,” she calmly told her hired men. Meanwhile, Carlo was already on his way to the hospital. On his route, he passed by three men—and he recognized one of them from Francy Resort, the one who was riding a motorcycle. “What’s he doing here at the hospital? Are they planning to k*ll my brother?” he asked himself angrily as he entered the hospital. “Oh, Ricca! Where are you going? Who’s watching over Kuya if you’re out here?” Carlo asked her. “I needed to buy food. He’s still asleep, so I stepped out for a bit,” Ricca lied. “Well, since you’re already here, just go to his room now. I’ll go buy you food instead,” she replied quickly. “Okay, sure! I’ll head over first,” Carlo said before walking off. As soon as she made sure Carlo had turned the corner toward Winson’s room, Ricca quickly headed out to meet with t