Marisol gently patted his head and said, "Don't be silly."After all, even her own son didn't grow up well under her care. Andre barely spoke to her, and just thinking about him made her heart sink a little....Not long after, Alinta returned. She had just finished handling the hospital admission paperwork, and even before the door opened, her loud voice echoed in from the hallway."Well, this is a first. After getting the paperwork done, I went to pay the bill, and the nurse told me some guy had already paid everything upfront. Didn't leave his name or anything. Just dipped like some anonymous Good Samaritan."Marisol raised an eyebrow, guessing, "Was it Nolan?" Julius scoffed. "Fake as hell.""Nolan?" Alinta pulled a chair over, took a seat, and chugged a few gulps of water before asking curiously, "What was he even doing here?"Marisol glanced down at the sleeping child in her arms. "This is Orion Perrin, Nolan's nephew."Alinta's eyes went wide. After a second, she slapp
The hospital room fell into a long stretch of silence, and no one said a word. Marisol had no idea what to say, and anything that came to mind felt like it would be offensive.The whole situation was just too bizarre.The silence turned awkward fast. After a while, she figured saying nothing might be even ruder.Just as she was about to find something to say, Nolan finally spoke up, his voice hesitant. "Could you… maybe help watch Orion for a few days?""What?" Julius shot up from his chair. "Nolan, where do you even get the nerve to ask Marisol to take care of the boy? Do I need to remind you how you treated her before?" "Julius." Marisol's voice was soft but firm. She stopped him, though she didn't say yes either.She did feel sympathy for Orion Perrin, and her heart ached over what he'd gone through. However, her issues with Nolan were real. Although adult matters had nothing to do with the child, it would be false to say she didn't feel resistant inside. Nolan had no come
Shortly after Marisol woke up, she noticed there was someone else in the bed with her. After discovering it was the child she had rescued, she didn't dare move around and kept lying still. Julius glared at the child in her arms and growled through gritted teeth, "This little brat woke up not long after getting to the hospital, but nothing anyone said worked. The moment we tried to take him away from you, he'd struggle and cry nonstop—it was such a commotion. We were worried he'd reopen his wounds, so in the end, the only option was to let him stay with you."Marisol understood. The boy was still so young, and after everything he'd been through, the last thing he had was a sense of safety. She was the one who'd saved him—maybe the only person in his world right now who made him feel even remotely safe. Even so..."Where are his parents? Haven't they come looking for him?"Julius shook his head. "Not sure yet. The police are still investigating and trying to get in touch."Mariso
"I'm almost there..." Marisol thought. However, no sound came out when she opened her mouth to scream. Only then did she realize her entire face had gone numb from the freezing wind. Her muscles were stiff, her jaw barely able to move, and her throat felt scorched from all the running. She couldn't get a single word out. Suddenly, her whole body felt heavy, her head spinning. The main road and the life-saving cars that were so close seemed impossibly far away.She really couldn't run anymore. She wanted to put the child down from her back and tell him to run quickly—even if just one of them was saved, that would be good. Just then, tires screeched up ahead, sharp and jarring, and the car doors flew wide open.Several huge black guard dogs burst from the vehicles, snarling and sprinting past her, charging straight at the men chasing them.She recognized them—those were Raymond's dogs.Then, about a dozen men leapt out of the cars, armed with kitchen knives, mops, frying pans, a
Those suspected kidnappers were dangerously close now.Marisol didn't dare make a call and risk drawing attention, so she quickly pulled out her phone, switched it to silent, and sent rapid messages to Alinta, Julius, and Raymond Barnes, the bed and breakfast owner. She even included her live location, praying that someone would check their phone early and call the cops in time.But that still wasn't safe enough. Next, she immediately switched to the text message interface, quickly typed out her current location and the situation, added the local area code at the end, and sent an emergency text to 911.In the past, while collecting design materials, she had worked as a journalist and ventured into some remote mountainous and forested areas to interview and investigate local cultural traditions, encountering dangerous criminals more than once, so she had quite a bit of experience.No matter who saw the message first, it'd still be a shot at survival. After that, she'd just have to tru
"Oh, I see." Alinta nodded, but then caught something odd. "Wait, aren't you getting divorced? Why do you care about Julius?" Marisol answered casually, "He's... kind of a special case. I'll explain later."Julius had just finished setting up the fireworks and was walking over to them. ...Alinta was the type who didn't dwell on things—once she got into play mode, everything else flew out of her head. The three of them lit the fireworks one by one, each bursting into dazzling colors that lit up the entire sky. The brilliance of it all was breathtaking.Halfway through, they even set out a whole roasted lamb.Marisol and Alinta stayed on the side, lighting fireworks and watching them explode, while Julius kept handing over slices of lamb. They drank, ate, laughed, and sang—an all-out celebration.The sky bloomed with firework after firework, washing away the weight of the past and lighting the way for a new beginning. The night was full of laughter and joy.Since they were out