Linda’s POVAs I made my way upstairs to my room, the weight of William’s demands hung over me like a dark cloud. Despite the comforting familiarity of home, I could not shake off the feeling of unease that his words had instilled in me. Entering my room, I closed the door behind me and sank onto the edge of the bed. Ben had made me promise him that I would tell him everything by morning, but now, he wanted me to have my rest. I was so tired that I could feel the exhaustion of the day settle into my bones. My mind raced with thoughts of what I should do next. I had planned to tell my brother about the true identity of William and to explain everything else that surrounded me getting taken to his house. But I did not think I should explain about the demands, or maybe I should. I did not know. I was a very indecisive person and all of this was already hurting my head. I reached for the glass of water on my bedside, taking a few sips before putting it back. Then I sighed and crawled

Linda’s POVFallon hesitated, her concern evident in her voice. “If that’s what you’re saying, then okay, I trust you. I will call off the investigation, but let me be honest, this does not sit right with me. I can’t just ignore potential threats to your safety, especially after how much you helped me.” “I understand, I do, but please, for now. Just trust me on this I have my reasons,” I pleaded, hoping that she would respect my decision.“Okay, fine,” She relented reluctantly. “But promise me you will call me if anything feels off or if you need help. I won’t hesitate to come to your aid, you know that.” “Of course, pinky promise,” I assured her, trying to make the situation a bit lighter but she did not laugh or even chuckle. “Thank you, Fallon. I will keep you updated if anything changes.” After we hung up, I took a moment to gather my thoughts. Despite Fallon’s concerns, I knew i had made the right decision for now. There was no way that I would want Chris’s father to go to pri

Linda’s POVI was back home, lying on the sofa that was in the living room. I had been discharged from the hospital and I was now trying to relax myself as was highly recommended. A TV show was on and it had my full attention. My parents were not home and it was just a few minutes past noon. I had eaten already and had done some light stretches. Ben also made me take a bunch of medication that the hospital had given me. But basically, no one was home, but me and a few workers. Although I had been trying to focus on the show that I was watching, my mind would keep being pushed to the fact that I knew that Chris’s father was alive. I kind of felt like I had the obligation to tell him, he was my husband and should know. But what if he did not know that he was not a true Kingston yet? What if he had no idea that his real father was out here somewhere, his existence being threatened by the very people who he grew up with? I swallowed, adjusting myself on the couch. But again, what if h

Linda’s POVTransferring the money to the account of William was the easy part, it took me only a few minutes, not even more than five. He had the five million dollars and the next thing that I had to do was to get to the facility. I expected Chris to call concerning the sum of money that I had just transferred from the account but then I remembered that I had blocked him. And even if he was not, I would have not answered. When he had transferred a million dollars from the account, I did not question his decision, even though I had plans to do that when everything had cooled down and I returned to China. “Did you receive it?” I asked Willaim, holding the burner phone to my ear. “I just sent it, you should receive an alert, I don’t know.” “Yeah, yeah, I have it. Thank you so much, Linda. You have no idea what this means to me.” “What it means to us,” I corrected him. “Now all I have to do is to get to the facility.” “Hold up, did you not just come from the hospital?” He asked me,

Linda’s POVI walked into the office that I was led into by the curly-haired guard. My heart was racing and I was filled with my nerves, but I knew that I had to get this done, and I had already come way too far. Walking into the office, I could not help but glance around. The place was beautiful, especially the view that the floor-to-ceiling windows offered. The furniture looked like they were made to be in here, and the ceiling was so high. “Linda?” The woman behind the desk stood to her feet, walking from behind it and heading towards me even before I could sit. “I was informed that you were heading here by the receptionist.” She extended her hand for a handshake. I pushed aside my nerves, or at least decided to ignore them as I took her hand, shaking it firmly. “Nice to meet you,” I replied.“I don’t think we have met before.” She smiled, it was a beautiful and child-like one. “I’m Vicky Monet.” She broke the handshake. “So, what brings you here today?” She went back to her des