Derrick's eyes narrowed as he read through Miranda's chat. She was warning him to return her ring. He took the ring out of his coat and stared at the design. It was an expensive, diamond-encrusted ring. Derrick wondered who had engaged Miranda."Maybe her fiancé is rich. Is he that man I saw her with last weekend?" he pondered, thinking about who Miranda could possibly be in a relationship with."Maybe he's the one," Derrick murmured, frowning as he tried to recall where he had seen the man before, but he couldn't remember. He sighed and placed the ring in his locker, not intending to return it to Miranda. He felt bitter about the sight of the ring; it should have been him proposing to Miranda, not another man.Derrick exited his sitting room and went downstairs to have dinner with his mother and sister. Upon entering the dining room, Lady Loretta had finished her meal but was still seated at the table. She stood up to leave, and Derrick said to her, "Good night, Mom.""Good night, De
"Okay. You should go and have your bath quickly. Maybe it's because this room is dark," Larry said, moving away from Miranda as he walked up to the window to open the curtains. Miranda breathed a sigh of relief, then went into her bathroom to bathe, despite the fact that Larry was waiting for her in her room. When she got out of the bathroom, she found Larry sitting on her bed, going through her phone.Miranda stared at Larry and wondered what he was doing with her phone. "Did anyone call me?" she asked. He replied, "No. I'm just checking your phone to see if it needs any upgrades.""Oh, it seems you forgot that I sell phones too. So my phone isn't faulty," she replied, hurriedly going into her closet to cream her body and dress up. By the time she was done, she had combed her hair and oiled it, as she didn't like to braid her hair.It was after 10 AM when Miranda walked out of her closet wearing a black suit, wanting to look corporate. She knew she would be going to the Luis residen
Miranda was nervous as the car drove ahead to the city road. She sat in the back with her son while Oliver kept staring out the window."Mom, where are we going?" Oliver asked nervously again as it was his first time traveling a long distance."We are going to the city, Oliver. To see Uncle Larry's family before we go to see your Dad," Miranda replied as she held her son's left hand that was closer to her right hand while Larry focused his gaze on the road."Okay, Mom," Oliver didn't ask any more questions. A few hours later, they arrived at the city center, and Miranda was feeling more nervous with each passing moment."We have arrived at the city center," Larry said to Miranda who sat behind him in the car while he drove ahead."I know. Derrick's family house isn't far from here," Miranda said."Really, do you still remember this city route?" Larry inquired as he drove ahead to his father's house. He was nervous, knowing that his mother had warned him to end his relationship with Mi
Miranda and Oliver entered Larry's car as he drove out of his father's compound, heading towards the Luis family's mansion."Do you know the way?" Miranda asked Larry, surprised he hadn't inquired about Derrick's family home."Yes. It slipped my mind before that they were the ones. I only realized it when I found out that Oliver was Derrick's son."Miranda remained silent, reflecting on what Larry said. She stared out the window, wondering what Derrick was up to, as she hadn't even called to inform him about her visit to his family home.It didn't take long for Larry to drive to the black gate and park. Miranda grew nervous as she watched the security guard open the gate.She remembered the last security guard who had escorted her out of the mansion like a thief. Memories flooded her mind, and her face turned sad, but she tried not to appear heartbroken."Yes, who are you here to see?" the security guard asked. He was taken aback to see the little boy who resembled his boss."We are h
Lady Loretta stared at Derrick, who walked into the living room and kept staring at Miranda. Miranda didn't want to look back at Derrick or say hello to him, but the moment Oliver saw Derrick, he quickly rushed to meet his father and hugged him. "Dad!" Oliver exclaimed excitedly as he hugged Derrick. "How are you?" Derrick asked, carrying Oliver up in his arms. The young boy replied, "I'm fine, Dad." "Okay," Derrick smiled and shifted his gaze to look at Miranda and his mother, who had a bright smile on her aged face. "Have you seen my Mom?" Derrick asked his son, and Oliver smiled, looking from Miranda to his grandmother. "Yes," he replied, and Derrick finally looked at Miranda, who didn't want to meet his gaze. "How are you doing, Miranda?" He forced out the question as he saw that she was with Larry. "I'm fine, good evening," Miranda managed to speak as she noticed that Larry and Derrick didn't want to greet each other either. "That's fine. Mr. Harrison, it's nice to see you
Nicole had escorted Lady Loretta back to her room to rest, and then she came to see Miranda. She was still hurt upon seeing Miranda and the handsome visitor, whom she didn't know, kissing."Miranda, can I come in?" Nicole asked. Miranda looked at her in surprise, wondering why Nicole needed her permission before entering the room."Of course. Come in," Miranda ushered Nicole into the room, making way for Nicole to enter. She saw that Nicole looked like her mother and seemed like a friendly person too."I know you might not love my brother anymore, and you might be angry with Derrick, but please forgive him," Nicole said as she saw Miranda's eyes looked red."I'm not angry with Master Derrick anymore. He's Oliver's father, even though I don't want to have anything to do with him. I still have to acknowledge him as my son's father," Miranda replied, looking away and staring downward.Nicole knew that she wasn't in the right to speak about what Derrick felt for Miranda, but she decided t
Miranda sighed after Oliver left her room. After finishing her dinner, she went to put the plate in the kitchen. As Miranda returned to her room, she lay on the bed thinking about how Larry's parents had treated her, as well as how Derrick spoke about loving her and wanting her to come back home. Soon, she succumbed to sleep on the bed. The following morning, as Miranda woke up, she realized she hadn't brought any clothes the previous night and, not wanting to stay too long, she prepared to return to the town where she lived. Her phone rang just as she finished having a quick bath in the bathroom. She anticipated going to find Oliver and help him dress to leave the house too. "Hello, babe," Miranda answered Larry's call, hearing his deep masculine voice. "Morning, sweetie. Where are you now?" Larry asked, although he wasn't pleased that Miranda had to stay behind at Derrick's place. He had to trust her. "I'm at home. I mean, I'm still at Master Derrick's house." There w
Miranda gazed back at Derrick's face and told him, "Nothing. There's nothing you can do to win me back. You should move on. Oliver will always be your son, just as he is mine."Derrick gazed into Miranda's eyes, not wanting to believe her words. He didn’t respond as he turned and walked away from her, knowing that she disliked him so much. It wasn't his fault either; he had tried to talk to her before, but she had been adamant about not listening to him or coming back.Instead, she blocked him."Master Derrick, where are you going? Please wake Oliver up; we have to go back home now," Miranda said, and Derrick paused at the entrance of his bedroom."I'm not waking him up. Let him rest; he's in his father's house."With that, Derrick walked into his room, and Miranda stood there speechless. She didn’t want to enter Derrick's bedroom, as the mansion—and even the sitting room where she stood—held so many memories, and she was fighting back the urge to burst into tears.Miranda knew that s