Novel & Cerita Prodigal Son Season 3

Tony's eyes turned red as he protested, "No, you're wrong. She's not my mom. My mom's name is Eloise." One of the parents clicked their tongue in disdain. "See? She's already corrupted him. He doesn't even recognize his own mother. When he grows up, he'll be an ungrateful brat. Ms. Yates, you and Mr. Gardner need to discipline this child properly." "Absolutely. My daughter would never dare act like this. Ms. Yates spoils him too much." "If you ask me, give him a good spanking right now. Once he learns his lesson, he'll behave."

"I'll see you in a few days or weeks... Depends on how everything goes." "What trip?" She frowned. "You're leaving me as well?" "Dad finally gave me the green light to join Uncle Jax on a business trip. We're going to China. Isn't it great?" "You've always wanted to learn the ropes about the family businesses. Here's your chance. I'm happy for you, my dear." She hugged me. "If only your brother had decided to do this as well instead of wallowing in self-pity." "To each their own, Mom. We all have different ways of coping with our grief. Running away from everything is his own way of coping. All we can do for him right now is wait. The prodigal son will always return home."

He pressed a button and the elevator closed up and begin to move down but the boy stop it, he ran out of it "Papa, I love you. And I'll never forget who I am, THE HEIR TO THE DONAHUE EMPIRE. I will be strong and I promise to conquer all of them and get back everything they took from us."He sworn "I love you too and I know you will be stronger than your father. You my son will forever make me proud, whether am dead or alive-But son you have to leave, go....." His word hung in the air as the door was kicked down and the masked men stormed in.

Anyone who offended Jay would go to hell. Angeline looked at Jay's grim and sinister expression and felt sorry for Zayne. Jay cleared his throat, suppressed his voice, and said, “Congratulations, Zayne. You have successfully earned yourself the reputation of being Swallow City’s prodigal young prince.” “F*ck. I’ve stopped being prodigal for many years now… If you call me prodigal one more time, I’ll take this to your ancestors.” “Well I don’t know if you were prodigal or not back then, but you’ve now lived up to your name as a prodigal son. I’ve transferred out all the funds of the Severes’ businesses.”

"Your guess is right. That's why I got Khalid's son running security in case they decided to come to finish you off, but so far, nothing has happened. But as of this moment, bro, we are at war." "Thank you very much, Micheal. You have really handled all this very well." "Anything for my family, big brother. Plus I was bored as hell before now," he laughed brightly. "You are in luck then. Because this shit is about to get more exciting. We are done playing defense, now we take the fight to them. We are going to get justice for our father and rid this city of these criminals." "I was hoping you would say that, so I kind of found this black ninja costume in your room, so I decided to make you a

Steve added. Sion stepped closer, placed a hand on the doorknob, and opened the door before Anna could stop him. His eyes strayed to the room, and sitting there were the triplets from his class at the academy. "Mom?" Jasmine shouted as she saw Anna. The triplets had a look of shock on their faces, like they had been caught in the act. Simon froze, his eyes going from Anna to the triplet and then back again. Steve walked past him, oblivious to Simon's ghostly face.

Liam declared. It was like a knife to my heart. I never thought my own son would help Adrian betray me. Worse still, he called me a "bad woman." Where did that come from? What had his father been telling him? My breath caught in my throat, it felt like I would suffocate. I had to force the panic down, swallow my distress. "Of course, Liam. You're the best little treasure," Vivian said, smiling as she hugged my son. The three of them, sitting together, looked like the perfect happy family. Meanwhile, I stood outside the door, the barrier to their happiness.

“Your son doesn’t have any birthmark. You should believe me now.” Since the truth was clear, the crowd nodded in agreement. “Now that I look at them, Ethan does resemble Division Commander Ubel more.” “Look at the beggar. If you look closely, he does look like Steven and Margaret!” Those words made Margaret stumble several steps back, and she grabbed my arm to start hysterically demanding answers, “There’s no way my son is the beggar! Scarlet, you must have done something! Where are you keeping my son?!” With a scoff, I broke off from her grip and pushed the beggar to her. “He’s your son. Are you telling me you won’t acknowledge him just because your son didn’t make it to university?”

Nathan said, “I may never get touched again. Though I hope she doesn’t hold it against me. I do have to say though I liked her being pregnant.” “And you wonder why you and your brother are less than a year apart.” Maverick laughed. “We are less than eleven months apart,” Nathan said as he thought about that. “And the knowledge that your beautiful wife is in there with your son. That does have a way of getting the blood pumping again in a different way.” Maverick said with a grin. “However, this is our last. This is your new beginning.” “A son and grandson in one day. How does it feel, old man?” Nathan laughed.

But just as Harry reached the back door, a sharp, childish cry ripped through the air. "Daddy! Look! I’m a doctor!" Jake, Claire’s son, stood proudly next to the bag where I kept Leo’s emergency kit. He held the orange, biohazard container of insulin vials. One of the needles was plunged into a vial, and another was stuck into his own leg. The floor was sticky with the broken glass of three more vials. Harry stopped dead. His eyes darted from his unconscious son, Leo, to his mistress’s son, Jake, who was now crying in confusion.