"I don't know what you're talking about," Belmont said as he put both of his hands on his back to prove to the man that he doesn't have any intention of fighting back and making a scene. "You're following me. I'm not stupid not to know that. Instead of denying it, I suggest just answering my question. In that way, we wouldn't waste each other's time." Belmont wanted to curse. The reason why he's in the hospital is just to find Lander but he ends up getting threatened by someone he just follows because of his curiosity. "I am Michael," Belmont answered. "Oh, Michael." The man chuckled. "It's quite ya know, familiar." "I don't know what you're trying to say. Look man, I don't have an intention to fight you; no need to point a knife on me just so I can answer your questions. I'll answer them all, willingly." The man glanced to the surroundings and find people throwing glances at them and was probably wondering what is happening and why his arm is around Belmont's neck. They're
He glanced at his wristwatch then he put the black blazer jacket of his suit on him. The party is already started yet he's still in Celestine's hospital room and he is still preparing. After the transaction, he plans to immediately leave the party because he doesn't want to leave Celestine for a long time, even though he had reminded everyone to secure the whole building a couple of times already. "Is Teddy already there?" he asked while he was looking at himself in the mirror. "I think he is," Arthur answered who was on the phone. He is on his way to the hospital to meet Vincent there. The party is happening late at night. It's not quite surprising since the only free time that businessmen and businesswomen have is just at night, and sometimes, if they don't get lucky enough, there is still a lot of work to finish even at night. It is an annual party that every businessman is looking forward to, every year. And so, Vincent thinks that this is the perfect time for him to do a
"Relax." Teddy tapped his shoulder. "He'll be here soon. He's the son of Venedict, expect that like his father, he likes to be late as well," he said then he remove his hand on Bonifacio's shoulder to get a glass of vodka martini to the waiter that passed by them with a tray of martinis in his hand. "Vincent is my son. Not Venedict's," Venedict corrected his friend before he take a sip of his brandy. "Woah, that's a strong one," Teddy blurted before he put down his glass. "Sorry, my bad." He paused to lick his upper lip before he speak again, "Anyways, I want to ask you asking. But before that, let me just be clear on this one. I'm asking this because you're my friend and I don't want you to fight over something which could just lead to disappointment and embarrassment. You know what I mean right?" Bonifacio nodded. "Yeah, continue." "How sure are you that Vincent is really your son? What I mean is, that Vincent's mother is married to Venedict and even though she cheated, it does
"Just let me in, please. I'm sober now. I just really want to see her," Lander said pleadingly to Nicholas that was now guarding Celestine's room. Lander is been trying to convince Nicholas to let him in for almost ten minutes but he couldn't convince him. "I'm sorry, Sir Lander but Mr. Mogilevich asked us to not let anyone inside of Ms. Celestine's room, not even us," Nicholas said calmly but with consistency. Even if he felt sorry for Lander, he wouldn't be able to help him because if he did, he would be the one that will be screwed to Vincent. "Please, I'm begging you. Even just for a minute, please. I just really want to see her and to know that she's fine." Lander went home after talking to Vincent earlier yet he couldn't stay in his room and get his mind off Celestine. He doesn't know if it's because of the influence of alcohol that made him feel so eager to see Celestine and was confident enough to fight anyone just to get inside of her room. He heard from one of Vince
"Ouch," the boy said softly. He couldn't help but smile because of the pain he was feeling in his knee. He had been running in their yard for almost an hour with a backpack on his back containing heavy rocks. "Stand up! That's not enough punishment for being a rebellious kid. Learn to obey if you don't want me to make you do worse," his father said emphatically his eyes burning with anger. He was scared of those pair of eyes that he couldn't remember when was the last time he looked at them. His father pulled him up violently by picking his bag up even though he was still wearing it. With the weight of what he was carrying even his father had to use force to lift it and remove the bag from him. A throbbing pain from his knee made it difficult for him to stand properly. But even so, he still forced himself to stand properly for fear that his father would be even angrier with him if he saw the tiredness in him. His father simply dropped his bag containing rocks on the grass and
To this day, Arthur still cannot believe the words that Bonifacio said earlier. If he hadn’t expected that revelation, what could Vincent have? "Thank you," he said to the bartender after handing him his drink.He is still at the party and he has no plans to leave because he has Vincent's permission to stay even for a while. It was late at night so the people around him were almost drunk. Gradually, the laughter he heard around him grew louder and louder as well as the sound of the glasses clicking to each other. He drank from his glass of champagne as he just silently watched the people around him. They have a lot of problems that need a solution and questions that need to be answered and among them, they have another serious problem and that is the revelation that Bonifacio said. "A glass of martini please," said the man who just sat down on the stool next to him. Arthur turned to the man and he immediately hid his face with his hand upon seeing the man's face. "Stop hiding.
"Here's your breakfast," Balthazar said before sliding a plate onto the table where Sophia is. She is staring blankly in the open window of the dining area as she tries to fully wake herself up. Last night, she did nothing but rest inside Balthazar's condo unit while he is away to attend a party. Staying in his condo and being alone the whole night gives her the freedom to do the things she wanted to do without being shy or worried about what will Balthazar think if she does that certain thing. Balthazar sits on the chair across from her and put his plate on the table as well. Sophia's eyes are still on the window and she didn't even move a muscle. "Still sleepy?" Balthazar asked in an attempt to get her attention but her eyes remained on the window. She seemed too preoccupied. He moved his chair closer to the table and cleared his throat while his eyes is still on Sophia. But no matter how much noise he make, she still did not move so he decided to give her a tap on her should
Celestine blinked and looked around. White ceilings and pale walls were the things she first saw. Although it is too much work for her to just simply raise her hand, she still tries to do it. She lift her arm with all the energy that is left in her then she looked at the back of her hand. The back of her hand was swollen from the needles that pierced through her veins. She winced when she abruptly move it. After feeling the pain, it was only then that she realized that she is still in the hospital. She is safe. That’s what she keeps reminding herself. To this day, she is still worried about what happened to her. In fact, she no longer hoped that she would survive when she was about to lose her breath underwater. That is why she is very grateful to Lord God for saving her, that regardless of what happened she is still alive. "Good afternoon, Miss Celestine. My name is Carla, and I'll be the nurse in charge to take care of you until you get discharged," said the woman on her side tha