บททั้งหมดของ My Janitor's Whisper of Love : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Mayor's Office - Eugenia's POV I have never had any reason to appear in court. Now, it was inevitable. My mother, brother, and Barr. Alfred had been instilling courage and bravery into me. With their words, I can face Mrs. Garfield and her husband with strength and determination. "We shall see," I said and returned to work.Mr. Garfield's House - Amanda's POV Due to Mark's disappointment, nothing mattered to me and I lost track of time. I was hoping that he would come and concentrated on waiting for him. My staff members were eager to leave for the weekend and they did not bother to say goodbye. They closed and left me alone. My worries were compounded when I could not get Mark. I had called him for the umpteenth time and he did not pick up my call Without coitus, I was devastated and wondered how to cope for the weekend - I won't see him until Monday."How can I cope with the weekend?" I mumbled."David's dick is as good as dead. Talk more of when he is sick," I mumbled, my voi

"His door is locked, Mrs. Garfield," he informed me, subtly reminding me of my words to the janitor yesterday."Huh! What do we do? Are you sure he is in the room?" I asked him but he pretended not to hear me and didn't respond. I called David's number again but it was out of coverage. I rolled my eyes and a thought flickered across my mind."His sickness became worse and they took him to the hospital. He asked them not to let me know."I smiled at the epiphany and swiped his doctor's number. I was disappointed when his phone rang and timed out."Pervert," I cursed. "They are schoolmates and bosom friends. He would not want me to see him," I concluded and did not try again."Breakfast is ready, Mrs. Garfield," the chef informed me, and interrupted my thoughts. The Convention - Mr. Garfield's POV She was shy and worried but was able to tell me her sad story. I listened attentively, and she concluded with, "You are the first person I have said this to."I smiled softly and said, "It

I was too busy with Mark, and I would pervert justice and never hire a lawyer. I just read through the petition and saw the court. The Chief Judge was David's mentee and I cannot meet him. His first question would be, 'How is my Great Mentor?' and I don't have any answers for that.Nevertheless, I hired an expensive lawyer Barr. Michael Green, who cut my throat with his bill due to the late information and urgency.Chantelle's POV It's only a fool who would prefer a gigolo to a husband who was as romantic as Erick. I was over the moon to have my family back. We took the children to the airport and they hugged us one after the other. The joy on their faces was priceless. Their laughter, their little arms wrapped around us, was everything I had dreamed of during those lonely months apart. Erick squeezed my hand as we watched them chattering excitedly about the weekend. We drove to his house, got his few belongings. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my temple."I can't believe that we

I should have felt humiliated. Maybe part of me did. However, I just felt numb. The worst had already happened. My secrets were no longer mine. My shame wasn’t private anymore. And in a twisted way, that made it easier. There was nothing left to hide. I looked up and saw the orderly looking at me with deep hatred, and I appreciated the judgment more. How would I have faced him? He would have killed me faster than the shame.The Black Maria door opened, and I ducked inside. As it pulled away, I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, watching the courthouse shrink in the distance. The world outside blurred, and I closed my eyes. Prison wasn’t freedom but it was an escape. And right now, that was enough. Julius' POV My sister thought that we were alone and asked me without caution, "Yes. Guess who framed me up?" The barrister was curious and faced me. She wished to withdraw the question but could not. When I could not guess, the barrister smiled and informed her, "D

My fingers tightened around the edge of my desk."Once again, the management apologizes for the mistake," he said regretfully. I smiled shyly and said, "Consider it as nothing. Let's move forward and focus on the work ahead." He nodded, his expression softening with relief. "That’s very gracious of you, Miss Reagan."As he walked away, I exhaled slowly, my grip on the desk finally loosening. The office buzzed around me, but for a moment, everything felt still. The weight of the past few weeks, the whispers, the sideways glances, the outright accusations had finally lifted. I had fought not just for my reputation, but for the principle that truth mattered. I continued my work as usual not bothering about the compensation. Two hours later, my phone buzzed with a message and I halted to read through it. "Huh!" A bitter laugh escaped me when I learned that he had discovered Mrs. Garfield's lover's address and we would visit him after work.I informed my mother of the message and she