Mom Pov Darla Mga Nobela at Kwento

The picture frame slipped from his hand and fell to the floor. Mommy’s photo watched him, quietly. In it, she was still eighteen years old. THE END

Instead, she cursed them and hung up. Then, she sneered. "These conmen. Some guy said they were the police and told me our son had died from starvation. Honestly, I just gave him 20 dollars a few days ago. There's no way he'd starve. I'd probably believe it if they said he was kidnapped." My stepfather's jaw was slack as he blurted, aghast, "What? You only gave him 20 a month?" My mother shrugged him off. "Hey, don't shout. Calm down. 20 dollars is more than enough. I only had 60 a month back in the day. He can handle a little suffering."

A knock on the door brought me out of my daze. "Come in". "Hey Adelia". "Hey Caroline". "You sent for me". "Yes,i wanted to catch up with you,how is your mum?". "She's better now". "How is your relationship with mr drala?". "We are cool,I like him tho but am just scared,you know what happened in my last relationship". "Yes i know but Drala is not like your ex,just give him a chance". "I heard you but with all these things going on with my mum i don't think I'll want a relationship now because my full attention is on her i don't want to burden anybody".

Darla adjusted her face and went inside. Mr. Danny was sitting in the living room watching the early morning news, next to Laura. What a scene of father and daughter in harmony. "Husband." As soon as Mrs. Darla walked in, she raised her voice, immediately disrupting that peaceful picture. The two people sitting on the sofa turned to look at her at the same time, and they saw Mrs. Darla was sad, she wanted to run towards Mr. Danny, crying and screaming. "Husband. Our daughter is gone."

Joachim and Joel returned with her. It had been over a decade since she'd last seen her mother, Darla Meyer. Her memories of the latter were from her childhood. Darla had often been beaten then, and she was always starved. She'd been skin and bones. Scarlett stood outside Darla's hospital ward, not daring to open the door. Joachim approached her and held her hand gently. "I'll go in with you, Scarlett." "Get lost." She pushed him away. "Stay out here. You're not allowed to go in."

Mom had given them all to Tara. "Fine." I turned and left the house, the one that had stopped being mine after I turned ten. The next day, Tara reported to the company. Mom accompanied and introduced her to the department heads to make sure they would take good care of her. My colleagues couldn’t hide their envy. "Mrs. Salem really takes care of her niece! I wish I had such a generous aunt!" "I heard Mrs. Salem has another daughter. I wonder how good she is to her own daughter."

“Mom, give me some money. I’m a little short lately.” Ms. Darla snapped, “Didn’t I just give you tens of thousands last time? Where did it all go?” “Well… I bought some stuff. Living outside costs money. And didn’t you say you wanted me to bring a girlfriend home soon? How am I supposed to date without money?” Ms. Darla sighed. “I don’t have any.” “Didn’t you set aside money for my down payment on a house?” “I invested it all in Christine’s business. This time, we’re going to make a fortune.”

Matthew prioritized her child's safety. Daniel confronted his family with the truth, threatening to disown them if anything else happened to Darla, hinting that she was still alive. Mrs. Matthew secretly left the hospital and reunited with her daughter. Daniel discovered this too late, realizing he had lost his chance to make amends with Darla. Accidentally listening to the voicemail, he learned of Darla's pain and hatred towards him and resolved to make things right. He began searching for her, while his mother and sister also plotted to find and harm her.

“And I wish more than anything that she could…” I smiled back at her. “Thanks, Miss Darla.” Neil looked between us, brows raised. “Okay, what did I miss?” Darla laughed. “I used to babysit this one when she was just a tiny thing. Her mother—remember that really wealthy woman from Mountainhowl, always in heels, always on the phone?” His eyes widened and he looked at me. “You’re… just full of surprises.” I smiled, nodding. “Just a few.” Then, I frowned. “But… you’re not Luna of Blackfang.”

“We have to do this. It’s not going to change anything.” “What’s that supposed to mean? You think you’re going to see each other after getting divorced or something?” Jameson asked me. “Fine. If that’s what you want, then I’m willing to go through with it,” I accepted. “Don’t give him what he wants, Lauren. He’s nothing but a tyrant who wants everything to go his way, and he needs to be reminded that the world doesn’t revolve around him,” Darla said before turning to Jameson. “You keep claiming to care for the family more than any of us, but who broke it in the first place by killing our mother?! Where were you all these years, when everyone else was busy raising your child?”