It was as if the world stopped for a moment as Kathie’s eyes widened as she slowly fell forward. Everything happened in slow motion and everyone’s eyes popped up in shock. Oh no!“Kathieee!”“Kathhh.”“Daughterrr.”Their hands fell forward as if they wanted to catch her but she was far away and already rolling down the stairs. Her big belly rolled with her. “Kathy,” Jared muttered as he took fast jumps down the stairs to go save his wife and their unborn child. He pushed Jasmine to the side and ran forward. God help him so she doesn't land on the floor because if she does, it will be in full force and it is going to be so bad. Luckily, before she could get to the landing, Jared managed to jump there before her and landed on the floor so that she ended up landing on his body.“Kathie.” “Mommy?” Before Izabelle could climb down the stairs, she heard the frightened voice of her baby. She was just coming out of the room with her pajamas and she just encountered the frightening scene of

“Fine then. You're really just going to stand there and not say anything? Huh, grandfather? Didn't you promise my grandfather that you were going to protect me and take me as your daughter? Is this how you're going to break your promise?” Jasmine started. “You are such a hypocrite. How I heard that the grandfather of the Rossador family always keeps to his promise but that is a big fat lie. A huge one.”“There’s nothing grandfather would do this time. He always saves you from every situation but not this time, okay? You did wrong and you should be punished,” said Izabelle. “Don't lecture me, you bitch. Don't you dare speak to me? If you know how much hatred I have for and how I urge to stab you to…”Suddenly, chills ran down her spine. She could feel cold eyes on her and as her gaze turned to the side, she saw Marcel glaring at her as if telling her that one more word from her to Izabelle would lead to something else which she wouldn't obviously like. His eyes were cold as they sent

“Rosie, let go of the baby. He has to sleep,” Izabelle persuaded her daughter. The child shook her head in disagreement as her hands tightened around the baby. “Rosie. The baby has to sleep.”The child frowned as if she was going to cry anytime soon. The family members laughed at this. She hugged the newborn baby to her chest as if he was a Barbie doll and her eyes occasionally stared at him. She wondered why the baby’s face was red and why it occasionally makes noise in its sleep. To her, the baby was cute and warm and she didn't want to let him go anytime soon to her mother who keeps asking her to let the baby be. She woke up from her sleep an hour ago and when she saw the newborn baby in his crib, she couldn't help but cry to her mommy that she wanted to carry the baby. Izabelle gave her a hand glove and nose mask before handing the baby to her and oh well, it has been so many minutes but the child had no intention of letting the baby go. All she wanted was to carry the baby ti

“Please God, don't let him come back. Let something keep him away,” Izabelle prayed in her mind as she kept the box of Rosie’s medicines at the side of the bed. It was almost five pm in the evening and she was praying to the almighty that Marcel doesn't return as he promised. He was toying with her feelings and she wouldn't want to fall in love with him again even though she was already falling. The thing he does to her. How he stares at her and how his tongue usually darted out to lick the corners of his lips. If it continues, he was going to give her a heart attack. Speaking about the heart. This heart of hers has been stubborn since she met him again. Her heart no longer listens to her. It beats too loudly these days that she feared that if he walks close to her, he was going to hear her heartbeat and that would be so tragic. “Daddy must be on his way,” little Rosie said as she walked to the bed and lay down on it. Her round big eyes were filled with happiness at the thought of

He handed over the small flower to little Rosie and her eyes boomed as she held it in her hands. Her eyes scanned it in excitement. Marcel walked over to where Izabelle stood watching the father and daughter duo and handed her the bigger flower. They stared at each other as she took it with a slight confusion on her face. When did Marcel become this sweet? Has he always been like this? He bought her flowers? Considering the fact that they weren't on good terms, she didn't think that he would buy her flowers. One for the kid and one for herself. He was so considerate. “Yo..you didn't have to buy us flowers.”“I had to. I can't come seeing two beautiful ladies empty-handed, you know.”Her cheeks grew red. “I was going to make dinner. What would you love to have before you leave?”“Who said I was going to leave? Anyway, why don't we have dinner outside? We'll take it as a date. All three of us,” Marcel suggested.“What? No. I don't want to.”“Why?”“No..nothing. We shouldn't be going