"I'm on my way to the company. Yeah, okay. Let's meet there," Luther said as he drove away from the caller. It was none other than Lucas, who had been preoccupied with the girl's family. He smirked as he remembered the girl's mother asking Lucas not to return to the mansion and instead stay in their own home. Her family appears to have been involved in the operation as well. Why would they want to live in a dilapidated house again when they can live in a mansion? It's strange that it gives him even more reason to distrust the girl. He examined the tissue in which the bread given by the girl was wrapped. He simply grinned and took it without saying anything, tossing it into the garbage can that passed by. Pretending to be innocent will not work on him. She will no longer deceive them, and he will no longer be deceived. He drove straight until he arrived at the company. His male employees greeted him politely, while women gazed at him seductively, as they always do. The young man'

"What's up with that face? You look like you lost a bet, pfft!" Lucas exclaimed as he entered the office and noticed his friend's frowning expression. "Has it gotten any naughtier in the mansion?" "Problems keep building my way, fck it!" Luther shook his head. "I told you to just let Samantha go, so look what happened to you, blame no one for your fault," Lucas continued, drawing a glare from his friend. "Shut the fvck up." Lucas shook his head and returned his attention to his cellphone, while the troubled young man focused his gaze on the laptop, where every move of his grandmother and forced lover could be seen. The two can be seen laughing in the living room for nearly three hours and because of the distance between them and the CCTV camera, the young man couldn't hear what the two were saying. He installed a surveillance camera for the girl. He wanted to make sure he could watch her every move because he didn't want to miscalculate again. Later, he noticed the two getting up

"Manang, what time does Luther get home?" I inquired, peering outside the mansion. It's getting dark, but none of them have returned home. "That depends on the young master; he comes home at different times, sometimes early, sometimes late. Oh, what date is today?" Manang inquired, suddenly recalling something. She checked her phone to confirm something. " Today is the tenth of the month, and I'm sure he'll be late. " "Why?" I inquired, perplexed as to why the company would stay open so late. "He always comes home late on the tenth of the month, telling us not to cook." Manang's response broke my heart. I looked at the food on the table, which I was busy decorating to make it more visually appealing. I also sighed as I looked at my bandaged hands. I was injured several times because I didn't know how to use certain kitchen appliances. I was so ecstatic with my own discovery that I assumed I knew how to use everything. I thought I knew everything and could do everything. "Señora do

"What?" I asked, looking up when I heard Lucas' question. Feel the sting of his question. Was he under the impression that I was faking memory loss? Did he think I was playing them? "Seems like you're having trouble understanding my words, so let me rephrase: are you trying to deceive us by pretending to lose your memory?" he asked again. I scoffed, staring at him, unprepared for what he said. "Why would I do something like that?" He shrugged and said, "I don't know, you tell me." I scoff again while shaking my head. I'm not sure why they feel the need to accuse me of this. I just cooked. "Don't misunderstand his question, Sam. We're just wondering how you knew you could cook if you truly lost your memory." I heard Kheed join in the conversation, putting the cutlery on the plate. "It simply does not make sense." I nodded and understood what he was saying because even I was surprised by what I did, who wouldn't? "What does losing your memory mean?" I inquired, as they were all foc

"Don't forget to take your medicine on time, Ms. Vasque. Your wounds aren't fully healed and need time to recover. I just removed the cast from your foot because it's been a month and I can see that it's fine again the way you walk. But! But please be careful. Your bones are already cemented in the leg," the doctor who treated me after my accident said authoritatively. "Don't worry, doc. I'll be careful," I said with a smile and a nod. It has taken the cast off my left foot, which feels fantastic. It was as if it had been released from its cage, as it was so easy to walk on. My cast was removed from my hand about two weeks ago, before I even cooked for Luther. My feet and hands are now completely free to move around. "Lucas knows how to contact me, so don't be afraid to ask or tell me if something is wrong with your body," she added then let out a sign before staring at me. "I'm glad to see you're doing well; when I first saw you, I didn't think you'd survive," she said, smiling. "G