It is another whole new day that Victor was discharged from the hospital and has already restored his health. Just the mere fact that Essi has finally known that he is Mr. X, he couldn’t help but share it to her how he is wanting to help Latifa Mercator on finding her son named Carolus.“How did you find this out?” Essi was amazed by Victor. It should have not been surprising but imagining how he must have gathered about this, she could only look at him in awe and delight.“Ma’am Latifa told me.”“What?” Essi was puzzled. It is not like the sudden answer has equated her assumptions to naught. Her surprise was due to the fact that Latifa revealed it to Victor. “Why did she tell you?” She couldn’t help it. Essi knew how secretive Latifa was, she would even pretend that she didn’t cry at all after that melancholy at the park. “How?” Amid Essi’s confusion, she is still glad at the sudden closeness that Latifa could afford to give to Victor. She had a little hint that back then that Latifa

Latifa felt like they came late. She didn’t like that. Victor’s foster family extends their care so much for Essi to the point that they made sure that she can have an extensive care inside their better built house instead of letting her dwell alone in the Bohemian house on lease. This family should be understandable on being conservative. Latifa can side with them for that just to make sure Essi and Oneil are not alone in one house. But she felt like they were doing this more so that Victor could stay with them. They probably have a hunch that Latifa would be getting him any time sooner. But although Latifa has this kind of thoughts, she refrained from doing anything that would make others believe that she’s opening hostilities and its escalation. She heaved a sigh while debating in herself if they should enter the village to see Victor.“Ma’am? Did you prepare your confirmation now?” the taxi driver asked to remind her about the security systems of the village where the Pingris Fami

Oneil played the clueless on what is the meaning behind the name of The Carolus Foundation. He knew that there was something missing but he cannot put himself into curiosity or else his mother might get hurt about it. So when Gwyneth dropped a mysterious message that they finally found Carolus, he stayed inside the leased manor, not sure when should he go to Bayanihan to meet his family. He was silent and only proceeded to read a book on the living room, not sure of what to do next.But the door bell rings, and having enough patience in case that it was just the kids pulling a prank, he went on to see who was it.“Essi!” he delightedly said. “Come in.”Essi nodded and placed her shoes on the rack. Oneil gave her a pair of home slippers before walking through the foyer and then to the living room.“Are you taking a break?” Essi noticed the cozy setting of his living room and the perfect ambiance of the coffee with the books and the moonlight on the coffee table.“Sort of,” Oneil answe

Victor knew that entering the household of the Mercators is not as easy as getting welcomed by his own family. It felt like eyes were on him, waiting for these beholders to shrug at the different culture Victor was showing to them. He tried his best to move in a formal way. But at the end of the day, it was just his immediate family who kept on talking to him. He waited for Grant’s reaction or even just a simple speech. But he only said a few words.“So this is Carolus after all?” Grant said while looking at Latifa. When Latifa responded to him, he only nodded and silently went to the second floor of the manor. It felt like forever until he was left alone in his room where he could recollect himself and see how far things go on in his life. But even the interiors of his room cannot allow him to have that luxury. So he went towards the balcony to see any difference of Bordeaux in the perspective of a Mercator mansion. Before he could look down, he saw Grant sitting silently on the oth

Essi doesn’t know if it is just her impatience or her headache kicking again when she set herself to go home. Pressure was pumping through her heart by the sneaky expectation that Marika must be there again to wreak another issue. Earning another driver who keeps on blabbering why Bayanihan has to be this far, although it wasn’t, is already enough to hit her unnerving meter. When she found a store a few more meters away from her house, she opted to stop there. She gave the payment without words and didn’t bother to give a tip. She hated herself until she reached the front of the store. Minerva was also sitting on the side and Essi must have missed her greeting. Minerva didn’t earn a response. She only observed Essi until the lady could recognize her.“Can you give me medicine for a headache?” Essi asked. She waited until the store owner gave her a familiar pill for headache. Minerva was startled by that and went next to her to buy similar pills only of different brands. She frantica