Three weeks passed and Angel was able to finally open his eyes and began talking. He had a long way to go but everyone was just glad that there was no rejection of the transplanted organ.Frank was already making travel arrangements and planned to take the family out of the country the second Angel was discharged.Ireen left everything to him as long as he took them somewhere she could continue her farming business so Frank chose England. It was the perfect country for their new start, with good areas for farming, no language barrier, and most importantly the best place for him to go back to university.He was already looking for a university place and looking into which companies to invest in. After a full month, Angel was finally released and allowed to be taken home. They only stayed for a week and Frank took everyone to the airport.Ireen was a bit hesitant with their traveling especially since Angel had surgery a month ago. She felt it was too soon, but Frank was a man on a miss
Nicole glanced in her mother-in-law's direction in disbelief. The most that anyone had donated to their charity organization was $50,000, and that was a foreigner worth billions.It looked like the rumors of Nera being mistreated by the old man were wrong and were looked after while bathing in wealth.The woman was filthy rich. Of the two she looked like she hit the jackpot while she herself was her mother in law's bag girl that was supposed to follow the old woman everywhere even to stupid fundraising dinners. The mayor's wife stood up with a loud cheer, urging everyone to give applause to Mrs. Rashwell. Nera bowed and took a seat, her eyes fixed on the daughter and mother-in-law, whose faces were about to burst with anger."Bullseye!" she whispered to herself.Her juice arrived, and she thanked the waiter before turning away from the two fools."Back to the agenda, today we are holding elections for the Vice President and Treasure," Patricia announced, sending the audience into a
Nera drove back to the mansion with a smirk of satisfaction on her face. Seeing the two women leave the fundraising dinner at the mention of her name as the winner was a moment she was going to treasure for the rest of her life.The two idiots were always spreading gossip and commenting on everything that had to do with her. The fools never moved on, even when she had lived an isolated life. They had been calling on her for so many years that she decided to finally respond. What was satisfying was that she responded when they least expected it.She walked into the house, hymning, and found Marcus having his dinner. She walked up to him and gave him a kiss."Someone seems to be in a happy mood," he joked."I need fifty thousand dollars," she requested.Marcus looked up at her a little bit confused, she was not the type to ask for money, and the last time he tried setting up her own account, she refused."And I need a piece of land for our charity organization," she added.Marcus pause
Nera woke up to a beautiful sunny morning; she had overslept, and Marcus allowed her to sleep because they slept late. Marcus spent the whole night teaching her the basics of running a charity and the dos and don'ts, even though he did not like the idea of her entangling herself with her former in-laws.He had woken up early and left for the office, leaving his wife to have as much rest as she needed.Nera stretched her legs and arms, ready for the new day and the new role that she had to fill. Thanks to Marcus, she had gotten an insight into what her job involved, and she loved it.She got out of bed, singing her new favorite hymn. She had a lot to do for the day. First, she was going to the bank to approve the money she had pledged, and then she was going with the driver to the west coast to check on the land.She did not want her pledges to be words from her mouth or hearsay, but she wanted to be a woman of action who did more of the actions than talking.She prepared herself and r
Nera got into the car and instructed the driver to take her home immediately. He tried to speak, but she ordered him to keep quiet. Her mind was trying to figure out who followed her to Alabama and took the photos. She lived a very private life by then and was not trying to get on anyone's nerves, so it did not make sense that either Nicole or Mrs. Blair would have followed.But she was sure the two idiots were behind the allegations."Is Marcus home?" she asked."Yes, he arrived an hour ago," the driver replied.At home, Marcus was fuming at the images, not because someone was trying to implicate his wife and driver but because someone followed him and his wife to Alabama.His blood pressure was all over the roof, and he kept imagining what other photos they had of him or if they had photos of Frank and knew about his arrangement.He quickly called his private investigator to get on the job immediately and ordered him to make the photos disappear. When he thought he had handled ever
"Marcus! Marcus! Marcus!" Nera kept shouting as he held onto his chest, trying to get air in his chest. She quickly called the driver, who went running into the office and helped Marcus to the car. They needed to take him to the hospital.Nera followed from behind, panicking; she couldn't understand what was going on. A second ago, he was all fine, but all of a sudden he began clutching to his chest and having difficulties breathing.They all got in the car, and the driver drove straight to the hospital. Nera kept crying the entire trip. She watched as her husband was stretched into the hospital, her hands over her mouth in disbelief.The driver took her to the waiting area, where they waited impatiently. Nera could not sit down; the chair felt like it had thorns on it. She kept pacing the little space, further annoying the driver.He kept glaring at her knowing she had said something stupid to upset his boss, resulting in his boss's admission.He got up, grabbed her hand, and took he
The morning came with Marcus busy on his phone with his private investigator. He had managed to get most of the websites to take down the stupid allegations about his wife and driver. Only unknown sites with low reach were running the useless story. What was left was to bring the culprits to justice. He knew who they were, but he needed evidence to nail them.Nera, who was fast asleep on the other side of the bed, snoring. He did not want to disturb her, knowing how tired and stressed she was the previous day.He was feeling better himself and had come to terms with the situation. What he regretted was getting agitated at the mention of DNA and compromising his health.If only he could get his hands on the two stupid women for getting him and his wife stressed out. But he needed to exercise patience and set a trap."Can you trace the address that sent the reporter the pictures and fake story?" He asked his PI."The sender sent it from outside the country, but we will be able to track
Greg was left standing, staring at her figure as she disappeared behind the gate, debating to himself and asking whether he heard correctly.He looked at the driver, who had his fists clenched and was breathing heavily. His reaction was an indication that he did not hear double. Nera just invited him and inquired about his tea preference. She still remembered that part of him. He quickly snapped out of it and ran after her. Nera had no intention of inviting him inside the house. She knew how insulting that would be for Marcus, so she led him to the gardens and asked the servants to bring black tea for the guest.Greg followed her and watched as she took a seat. She noticed he was keeping his distance as if he were scared of her. It was funny in some ways, but she maintained her cool."Please take a seat; I will not bite," she joked.Greg gave out a fake smile and took a seat."Thank you; I guess I am just shocked you invited me in," he replied."We are both adults, Greg; we moved on