Bob quickly rose from the couch and hurried after Jay. "I'll talk to him."Cora tried to speak, but ultimately chose to stay silent.For some reason, she had this nagging feeling that Bob was more concerned about those around her than her.-Bob gave Jay a ride home, and the journey was quiet until Bob broke the silence. "Zoe said neither of you made up when I took her home.""Yeah," Jay replied."If that's so, why did you argue with Nancy like that?" Bob asked, finding Jay behavior unlike him since he never bares his emotions like this."Do you think she's been fair to Zoe?" Jay asked Bob."Not at all.""And I've been holding back for a while.""But from Nancy's perspective…" Bob trailed off, and chuckled slyly. "Fine, that felt good. I've been holding back for a while, too. Sure, she was a victim, but isn't Zoe a victim too? But she had to slam all her pain on Zoe—I would’ve turned against her if she wasn't an elder!”"Yeah," Jay replied flatly, staring outside the window
The interior of the car grew silent, as Jay didn’t say a word.Bob couldn’t make him confess, and since it might be something he could not say, he understood that he shouldn’t push Jay too far since they were as close as brothers.Sighing, he finally said, "Whatever it is, she's back. It's time you take control. Life is short—miss out once, and it might be forever."Jay finally spoke. "Do you think I still deserve her?""Wait, you don't think so?""I'm a cripple with one leg," Jay said, sounding slightly emotional. "Please don't tell me that's why you never went looking for her over the past three years…"Jay nodded in silence. "Do you think Zoe’s that shallow?" Bob exclaimed in slight agitation, but he soon added, "Now that you mentioned it, she actually didn’t know your leg was permanently crippled when we spoke today. She thought it's a temporary thing."Jay's fingers clenched without realizing it, while Bob quickly explained, "She wasn’t actually repulsed—just surprised.
Jay ultimately lowered his phone.He should wait a little longer—he didn’t want to bother her life out of the blue.-Meanwhile, Jesse Cranston had yet to wake up at the capital.The foreign experts were saying that there was a chance he would end up in a vegetative state, but it wasn’t the time to give up since there was still hope to save him. Cordy brought Dicky to visit, changing into scrubs before entering the cleanroom. Jesse slept so peacefully, Cordy would think he was napping if not for all the tubes stuck into him."The doctors told me to talk to you more, and you might just wake up," Cordy said, choking back tears.She had always considered herself someone who could control her own emotions well, and had been calm on the way here.The instant she spoke, however, her tears were already flowing freely.After all, she had gone through too much death—too many of her loved ones had departed.Her mother, the love of her life…and now, her grandfather too?After a long
Sean said a little feebly, "Either way, that means we can't work on Steven.""That's not set in stone," Cordy argued. "Even if we can't get anything on his accounts, we can keep tabs on his whereabouts. There’s no doubt the mysterious person would contact Steven again. Personally, I don't think a lawyer would take up such a huge risk just for money. He must have a stake in terms of sentiment as well. It’s generally how most people are blinded, especially with money being icing on the cake.""Alright." Sean agreed to the plan without hesitation. "I'll arrange for my people to keep an eye on him in secret, and I’ll also look into his social circles to see if we can find any clues.""Right." Cordy nodded. "Well, I actually have a cruder and more violent idea.""I expect it to be violent, but not cruder." Sean chuckled—Cordy was as calm as she was meticulous, and any ideas she had would have been thought through thoroughly. "Get the cops involved," Cordy revealed her plan without a
Dicky was actually a little surprised—his daddy used to consider him nothing but a brat, but the man now treated him like an equal.He had wanted to win his father’s acknowledgment for a while, but his daddy was just too formidable. Thus, he couldn’t do much.However, the one thing he might be better than his daddy was in making his mommy happy."What do you think?" Lucas replied, as if it was only natural. "Okay. I’ll come by later.""Sure."And with that, they agreed to meet. Meanwhile, Cordy didn’t even get a word in.In fact, Dicky couldn’t wait to leave. "Mommy, I want to go play with Lucas!""I'm worried about leaving you alone with a stranger," Cordy said, finally getting a reasonable excuse."Lucas isn't a stranger—he's Daddy," Dicky said with conviction.Cordy kept staring at him in silence, and he gave in. "Fine, he's not at the moment. But he's no stranger either—we've met many times.""Do you know this is how human traffickers kidnap children?'Dicky was a litt
When Cordy tapped into the camera, she never expected to see Dicky helping Lucas shower.Her eyes were burning from the not-quite family-friendly scene. And what does Lucas take her son for, ordering him around like that?!Cordy was reeling from rage, even as the scene of the screen left her flushing. How could that man be so shameless?Cordy promptly turned off the screen, but not before having a clear view of the scene before her.It therefore remained clear and stuck in her mind…Hold on.Cordy's eyes narrowed, and her cheeks which reddened from anger and embarrassment slowly turned pale.She remembered Lucas's appearance, and felt a pang of familiarity.Her hands were shaking as she turned on the camera again, but Lucas had already changed into a bathrobe and Dicky was helping him out of the bathroom.Cordy's heart was racing, as she felt skeptical and was afraid of holding any expectations. She feared she couldn’t suffer the pain of disappointment.And yet… Was the
Growling through his teeth, Lucas demanded, "Are you that much of a pervert, Cordy?!"Forget stripping his bathrobe—she was trying to pull off his boxes, all while Dicky was watching! His cheeks were so hot one could cook an egg on it; though he knew he shouldn’t see it, he couldn’t pry his eyes away from curiosity…Stop. Lucas quickly realized his thoughts had strayed too far off, and this was far from the point—he was supposed to be stopping Cordy from taking off his boxers!Cordy in turn came to her senses, as if she finally realized what she was actually doing…but all she wanted was the truth!On the other hand, she meant nothing to Lucas, especially since she was molesting her while repeatedly claiming that she despised him before."Are you possessed or something?!" he demanded, and firmly tried to push her away.But she held fast, because she wanted the truth—to find out if Lucas was John Levine.The thought filled her chest with agony and she remembered John, but the
Lucas had never experienced such a move from Cordy.He was in his wheelchair, and with one of his hands keeping a tight grip on his boxers, he couldn’t push her away with his free hand. All he could feel at that moment was her wild, searing kiss.It wasn’t as if they had never kissed before. That one time, he couldn’t resist doing it as Cordy was reeling from rage back then.What was more, that time felt totally different from this kiss…because right now, he had no desire to push her away.In fact, he was starting to get hot and bothered.Even if Cordy was awful at kissing, and one might describe it as rough and uncouth—his heart was beginning to beat endlessly with a sense of anticipation he couldn’t describe. No! He must not fall for this woman's seduction! Lucas warned himself then that he had a girlfriend, and this behavior was cheating.His morals wouldn’t allow it!Yet even as he was about to push her off for good, his body suddenly stiffened. Did she… Did she just