My bother was pretty convinced that Ghino's pre-wedding gift was given to me with intention. Brother Noah believed that this limited edition watch on my hand was built-in with a recorder inside it to keep track of our conversation. Good thing Ghino gave it to me three days after Mrs. Nacua got into an accident. Because if it happened before that, I might be swayed that his claim was true. I mean, with all the unfortunate and unresolved events that happened to us recently, one to mention was the mystery person or people behind Don Romualdo and Mrs. Nacua's sudden death, I'm not gonna say Brother Noah was simply making that up. He had a point and I am open to a million possibilities or "what ifs" in this kind of situation. After all, I haven't cleared out my suspicion of Ghino officially. So I took off the wristwatch and surrendered it to Brother Noah for him to have it examined as soon as possible. Then he set it in his pocket and left afterward, leaving me alone in

My conscience cannot bear the possible impacts of making the impossible possible. Two hours ago, Dylan and I agreed to be extra careful about our ill-fated relationship until we fixed everything around. We promised each other that we would not get caught either by Maureen or Ghino. But the very first thing we aimed to avoid happened right there and then. My heart and mind were delighted and grateful five minutes ago - that I spent my precious night with the man I love and care about the most. And that I got the chance to take a closer look at his innocent and good-looking face in the middle of his profound slumber. Nevertheless, I did not expect my excitement and happiness to put an end in the blink of an eye. "Please, I'm begging you, Maureen," I continued while rubbing her shoulder. "We both know Don Romualdo entrusted the corporation to your husband. Anything. Tell me what I should do for you to forgive him. To let this slide." Maureen removed my hands away from her by force.

"Are you all right, honey? You were a bit preoccupied since we arrived. Did something happen? Are you mad at us because we didn't inform you about our surprise arrival? We thought the two of you had discussed this the other day, that's why." Mom asked before she crawled her hand on my waistline. First of all, yes, I was not entirely fine. Something did happen even before they haven't arrived. I already expected this situation to happen but I did not expect it too soon. Am I mad at them because none of them inform me? Yes, I am, not only because I was guilty and worried for Dylan, but because halfway through, we were about to uncover the suspicious financial transactions in our annual Financial Statements. There was more to the story than meets the eye. I cannot afford that kind of fraud to keep going every year. I have to inform Dylan or Ghino about the case before it goes out of hand. But in order to do that, I have to study the case with utmost focus. With regard

The three of us fixed our eyes on the watch shortly. But it was not the watch that caused the commotion - the fact that they both lied to me was. If I didn't get the chance to hear the truth, I could have been fooled for the rest of my life. And I hated that. I hate myself for letting my guard down. "Explain to me what exactly, huh, Ghino?" I sassed furiously, "That even from the start, you couldn't trust me to be your wife, that's why you stabbed me behind my back, or because you had something to do with Don Romualdo's death? Which is which?" Ghino's frown extended from ear to ear. He was looking at me with profound confusion engraved all over his forehead, as though he was feeling skeptical of what was certainly going on. Brother Noah had his point taken. I was also convinced that he played dumb or innocent in this kind of situation to make sure his expressions and actions were conceivable and realistic - to continuously fool us until the very end of his story.

I was supposed to get mad, to lash out my irritation, disbelief, and hatred at Brother Noah, but my respect for him still preceded everything. The last thing I wanted to happen was to pour fuel into the burning fire. Elaine already left the building if I was not mistaken, and I still had a long and rough road to win over her heart again - to convince her that everything they accused of me was nothing but erroneous. So before everything gets out of hand, I preceded Brother Noah in pulling the door open. "If you are planning to tell your parents about this nonsense accusation, I'm not gonna stop you..." "What accusation are you two talking about?" My entire body stiffened like steel when Elaine's father appeared right in front of my eyes. He then scanned my entire face shorty. "And what's wrong with your face, Mr. Frost?" What was more surprising was that he reached out to his son's collar and encircled his arms around Brother Noah's neck. "Did my son do this to you,