Holly took the flasks from Bryce and pulled him aside to sit on a chair.She spoke with him for a while, then remembered that she had gotten food for Merope.She said to the bodyguards, "Give Mrs. Gabelman the food.""Very well, ma'am."The bodyguards handed the food over to Merope, saying, "It's mashed potatoes and chicken."Then, they pointed at the clothes. "These are clothes that Ms. Sinclair has picked out for Abelin."Bryce looked at the bags. She'd even bought socks for Abelin. His eyes dimmed.But his displeasure disappeared when he remembered the angry way that Holly had stood up for him against Merope.Merope said nothing, opening the packaging.The chicken was perfectly fried and crispy. The mashed potatoes glistened, covered in thick brown gravy.She frowned and said in slight disdain, "I don't eat these kinds of things."Holly suppressed her annoyance and said, "I asked you if you wanted anything, and you said you were okay with anything."Merope wasn't actuall

Ten minutes later, Holly got up and said her goodbyes.When she walked out, she met someone familiar.He was about 70 years of age. He had a head of white hair and a thin figure. He was wearing plain clothes and shoes. His gaze was intense, and his eyes were bloodshot.It was Zorro.Holly smiled and greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Gabelman.""I heard that you found my son. I sent out rescue teams, and they searched for days but couldn't find him. I'm so incredibly grateful to you. I must return the favor by bringing you out for a meal."He wanted to treat Holly and Bryce to a meal.Holly agreed to it.They would meet at noon the next day in a fancy seafood restaurant.…The next day, Holly and Bryce went to the restaurant Zorro picked out.Zorro and Merope were already waiting there.A platter of food covered the table.Zorro was generous and welcoming. He talked to Holly and Bryce, refilling their wine.Everyone had been on edge for the past few days. Now that Abelin was rescue

Bryce was about to tell the truth when he stopped himself. "It's Abelin Gabelman, Zorro Gabelman's son."That sounded like someone unimportant. Arthur closed his eyes and said nothing more.He was sent to the emergency care unit to have his wounds treated.He was stabbed thrice in the abdomen. They were about two to three inches deep. It was clear that Merope really hated Arthur.It was fortunate that she hadn't punctured any vital organs and that the wounds weren't that thick. He could be stitched back together.After the surgery was done, Arthur was wheeled into the hospital ward.They put him on an IV drip.The anesthetic was slowly wearing off. It began to hurt uncontrollably.Arthur lay in bed, his face contorted in pain.Bryce stood next to him, his phone in his hands. "Do you want to file a police report?"Arthur shook his head slightly. "Forget it."Bryce raised his eyes mockingly. "And what could be the reason for your generosity?"Arthur said through gritted tee

Abelin wouldn't be happy marrying anyone else except Holly.He would regret marrying.With Zorro around, Holly didn't have to worry so much about sending the wrong message. So, she stayed for longer.When she was about to leave, Zorro said, "Let me send you off."That was really just an excuse for him to ask about Arthur.It was no small matter what had happened.An assault was enough to get one into jail.Zorro asked, "How's Arthur?"Holly said, "He's out of critical condition. No vital organs were harmed."Zorro sighed. "What are they saying? I'll make it up to them, no matter what they ask as compensation.""I haven't heard anything from Bryce. Maybe they don't want to make a fuss."Zorro took a check out of his wallet. "This is our compensation to you. Please give it to them."Holly glanced at it. There were eight digits on it. It was 50 million dollars.It was a large sum.People couldn't even pay more than a hundred thousand dollars if someone died.However, she ha

Merope smiled scornfully. She said slowly, "A thief would never admit to stealing. Bad people don't come with warning labels."Sherry laughed.The wind gently tugged at her beige coat, revealing her skirt and slender legs.She raised her delicate chin and said haughtily, "You ruined my family and avoided me for 20 years. Who's the bad guy here? "If I were the one behind the fire, I would have admitted it. But since it wasn't my doing, you can forget about trying to use me as a scapegoat."Merope brushed back her hair.The strands of gray hair that appeared these past few days stood out against her mop of hair.She said hoarsely, "Before the fire happened, you went to that village to spy on Abel. Not long after, Abel got caught in that fire. "You're an evil woman, Sherry. You aren't even willing to let go of a kid. He was only 12 years old at that time."How could a 12-year-old be a threat to you in any way? Since Arthur didn't want him, I kept him at my mother's house. Yet,