James shrugged. "He's just messing around—that's just what he's like, so just ignore him. He's not that bad either."I know," Erin replied while helping James button his shirt. "If he were that terrible, you wouldn't be hanging out with him."As James looked at her, Erin smiled. "And you're not that bad either."James brushed her hair with his fingers then. "Aren't you going home yet?""My leave isn't over yet," Erin said, and she picked up the bowl of soup to hand it over..James always humored her and would finish the food she cooked whether it tasted good, while never forgetting to praise her. "Your cooking is getting better. I don't think I can eat anyone else's cooking soon."However, Erin was staring at him seriously. "I think I should resign. You're hurt, and you need someone to take care of you…"James put the bowl down to look at her then.He naturally wanted Erin to stay at his side, but he was unsure if she just wanted to take care of him or if she had gotten over he

Zachary turned to find James standing nearby, and he smiled awkwardly. "You're still hurt. Why did you come out here? You should be staying in your room.""If I did, I won't be able to listen to you embarrassing yourself," James said, scowling. "Over here, Erin."Erin quickly walked to his side, blinking. "Are you upset?""Not at you," James replied. Zachary reclined against the couch and asked, "Then, at me?""Who else is there?" James snapped while Erin helped him sit. Zachary pouted. "You're a cripple, man. Why don't you stay in your room instead of coming out here?""Watch your language!" Erin snapped, unhappy with the personal attack.James clapped her on the shoulder. "Calm down. Don't you know why he doesn't have a girlfriend? It's because of that rotten mouth of his." Zachary was speechless. "Your personal attacks are worse than mine."James chuckled. "Pot, meet kettle."Zachary clicked his tongue. "Whatever you say."He got to his feet, ready to leave since he o

James placed a hand on Erin's shoulder to direct her to his room, and she nodded.After she left, James turned toward Zachary. "Sit.""What is it?" Zachary asked, eying him skeptically."I can tell you're in a bad mood. Anything you want to say to me?" Zachary smiled but said nothing despite taking his seat. "Come on. Don't jinx me like that."James did not press him, probably sensing that Zachary had trouble talking about it.Zachary then added, "Let's go get a drink when you're feeling better."James nodded.-In his room, Tommy was writing his own name on a notebook.Irene told him to learn it by the day and to make it look nice.While he did, she stood by the bed to call Stan, but no one answered. She put down the phone and returned to the table to check on Tommy's handwriting.Around an hour later, her phone started ringing. It was a return call from Stan, and when she picked it up, she asked, "Why weren't you answering?"On the other end, Stan shot a look at Isa

Hector's eyes widened. "What are you talking about?"Isaac spoke calmly, as if he was just talking about the weather. "How did the pilots in that plane crash die?"Hector was dumbfounded. Even if he had only murdered the flight captain, he knew that Isaac had what it takes to have him charged for the co-pilot's death too.However, he was not exactly innocent—he was planning to kill both pilots after they killed Isaac anyway, but his plan failed. He killed the captain so that anyone searching for Isaac would presume his death and give up on searching while he searched secretly. He thought he would reach Isaac first and kill Isaac without anyone knowing, while staging his death as if he died from the crash. It was only regrettable that the plan failed!"It's a life for a life," Isaac said flatly, leaving Hector clenching his knuckles and glaring at him so hard he could bore a hole in him!"I'll haunt you forever, Isaac Jefferson!" Hector cursed Isaac. "You'll die horribly!"

Irene said, "Learning starts from childhood. Teaching him when he's as old as you are is pointless." Zachary was speechless for a moment. "Who do you think you're talking to, Irene? It's a little disrespectful."Irene shot him a look. "Not even Isaac would interfere with me educating my child."Zachary was speechless again, and he remembered how his own mother had forced him to study when he was a child.If his father had tried to say something, his mother would scold him too!'Mothers all have high hopes for their children, do they not? And could I get upset about it?'He remembered how kind and mild-mannered Irene used to be, too—how did things turn out like this?"You're not adorable at all now, Irene," he said."I don't need you to feel that way," Irene shot back."But Isaac won't like it either," Zachary retorted.Tommy smartly echoed, "That's right! I love Mommy when she's kind, and Daddy wants a domestic goddess."Irene stared at her own son, speechless. "Where did y