Impatience doesn’t have an owner and by the same reality that it can actually own anyone. But its best favorite are those who are chased by the extremes of apprehension. Niana needed to find out who must have touched the phone from the drawer. That the same person might spread a sudden news that Oneil’s phone had always been with Niana. But minutes after requiring Frederick to send that helper to her, no one came.She bolted out from her room. The phone is inside her vintage wristlet as she headed to the maid headquarters. But what awaited her were not faces caught in tyranny but rather in refuge.Oneil has visited them with a set of gifts and foods to their delight. All heads turned to Niana who thundered a sound through the double doors. She was still catching her breath and her eyes kept on scrutinizing everyone around.“Oneil…” she gasped. “Since when did you arrive?” Niana tried to calm herself done and pulled all her efforts to remain friendly towards him.“Just now. I thought o

So they were in the courtyard, east of the manor. Unlike the promising rote outcome of a formal dinner, there was a synergy of the former’s designs and the tones of a friendly setting. There were flowers to set good colors. Baby’s-breath to join the spring dance with dahlia bulbs and roses. Crocuses and heathers to reveal the designer’s wit, and lily of the valleys to allude the ever meaningful ensemble of forget-me-nots along the center of the lengthwise oakwood table. The warmth from the dinner setting invited most of the Mercator to sit with their visiting scion. The string of light bulbs oscillate their entrance and kiss greetings to Latifa and Oneil.Niana was hesitant to come out. But if she would hide a little longer, all the eyes of the Mercators will be upon her. She marched out of the arcade as if finally breaking away from the edge of her fortress. She dreaded their attention. But when all their eyes were just on Oneil, talking delightedly with him and on how he seats peac

The day of confrontation has come. The odd calmness of the wind didn’t bring anything else to Niana but a tensed position within an unknown surrounding. She is caught in the camera, intruding Latifa’s country house in Normandy. The system has caught her voice at the betrayal of what she has been mainly up to after all this time. Grant repeated his question but with a casual voice. That manner itself is already problematic. Just the sight of Grant enduring his enduring meant a lot of what is brewing deeply inside his soul as he stares upon his secretive grandniece.“It must be fabricated,” she stammered through her excuses. “How is that even possible?” Niana is caught losing the chance to make sense of this impossible reason. She sounded irrational more than ever. But she failed to notice that. She agreed to what her mind made up. “That cannot be grandpa. You see the details of the video. Someone must have acted just like me.”“Really?” Niana must have noticed it. But Grant worded tha

Oneil knew that he doesn’t deserve the appreciation made by Essi’s dad to him. Of all the things that Oneil let Essi down, in the times that he had been complacent and when his eyes roamed around comfortably for other things that he understood to get busy about, how dare him to get comforted by praise? He pleaded for forgiveness to Matteo on doing so little. He failed on realizing that the painful tug in his heart as he waited for Essi to send him a message was rather Essi’s call raving through the connections of their souls. He should have hasted more. He should have made sure that she is safe.Matteo remained magnanimous. He urged Oneil to take his seat since he kept his knees on the floor.“I understand how you feel now. Let us sit down for a while,” Matteo said while helping him up. “I really meant what I said, Oneil. Thank you for helping Essi.”“This is just a little among the things I could do,” Oneil uttered. He revealed to Matteo that there was something suspicious inside the

Victor assured to Oneil that he would return to personally talk about the new matters concerning Essi’s case. When he turned around, he noticed how Geovensia and Rain are having a serious conversation. “Is there something wrong?” Geovensia wanted to know what else must be going on inside Rain’s mind. The man sighed before her. “I’m afraid that you probably do not know what happened to Ma’am Essi,” Rain said. “And I feel sorry that I was late on helping her.” “What happened to her?” It may seem obvious in Geovensia that she already knew what happened. But she couldn’t help but stammer through her words. Rain paused. He went to the corner of the storage room to sincerely tell her what happened. “Would you believe me?” “Why are you asking me like that? You were not spilling what happened yet,” Geovensia pulled all the friendliness she could to know his side too. With slow steps, she went right next to him. “”I’m afraid that I might be blamed about what happened to Essi,“ Rain said.