Vincent had no choice but to answer."When someone walked over to grab her away from my direction. I didn't notice the other person, so I was still able to swing the knife, and I am sure I hit flesh, but I wasn't sure what part it was in particular," Vincent explained meekly. He was terrified. Not because of Caroline, but because as the words left his mouth, he realized what he did and what he was told to do, which he also complied with because of the threats she had on him; he felt horrible. It made him realize he was such a fool. Indeed, one wrong cannot be corrected by another wrongdoing. How foolish of him to think that borrowing money to recollect his losses would have helped. It drove him even deeper into the dirt he was only walking into by then; now, he was already drowning in it. "But I promise to do as you say if you want me to do it again, just please don't tell my wife about... you know..." Vincent clasped his hands, begging silently. The bartender came with the drinks
Denny paused to listen to the investigator's answer with his eyes not leaving the screen, glaring hatefully at the face of the woman that was on it."I am very sorry, but I will have to bother you to please send me the files right now; I need to check if the one I am staring into right now is the same with the person you found," Denny's voice was undeniably sounding grave, dangerously scary to listen and disobey. The PI sent the result files of his investigations, he wasn't satisfied with what he found yet, so he was going to send it to his client, Denny Vero, when he found more information, but as it was already asked, the investigator had no choice other than to comply. And he might have to wait for further instructions."Don Carlo, I need to get in there," Denny said as he handed his phone to Scott. "Move this to the wider screen." Scott did as ordered without asking questions. "I have asked for a private investigator to check on my neighbors as there had been some creepy issues
Denny walked with his consciousness directed to the lady in suit red suit jacket at the bar counter even though he was about five tables away from his target. He was not looking directly at Caroline Winslet, but he kept asking Weston if he could see the target clearly, if the target had seen them already or if Denny's presence had her attention already. "Don't make your move too obvious," Denny reminded Weston."She is sitting with her chair facing this direction and one of her elbows leaning on the countertop while another hand is holding a wine glass," Weston feigned to call for assistance from the staff, so he looked up in the direction of the bar counter and raised his arm.Denny followed Weston's sight and tapped the bodyguard's shoulder; then, he started to walk to where the drinks could be ordered. The spot where his actual target of coming here was. Denny noticed Caroline was intently gazing at him, but he ignored her. He pretended he did not notice her at first, but when the
"Huh? Really?" Denny gave the woman a side glance with his elbows leaning on the countertop. "I don't know...""Yes, we did," Caroline insisted with enthusiasm."I'm not sure about that, and I don't remember," Denny replied coldly. He was starting to get pissed with her enthusiasm. He was inwardly itching to ask her direct questions he was getting so worked out satisfying with answers."My name is Caroline Winslet," Caroline introduced herself, unaware that Denny had already seen her file sent by the private investigator. "You're Danny Vero, right?" she asked with confidence. Her question was not even asking for confirmation as she already sounded more than a hundred percent sure; she was just stating a clear message that she knew his name. "I am Denny Vero; apparently, I am sure I know my name, but..." Denny frowned and shook his head as he shrugged his shoulders. "Your name doesn't ring a bell," he added with indifference. "I don't know how you know me."His words did not seem to o
Just then, Caroline's phone got a call. Denny was not going to check for whoever the caller maybe, but it took him by surprise when his eyes unintentionally flew to the screen of her phone and saw the name, Denisse Vero."Do you mind if I speak to my sister?" Denny asked. He managed his voice to sound casual, although he was inwardly furious. He had so many questions in his mind, and seeing that name, his sister's name, calling to a person who is annoyingly creeping him out to the grave, angered Denny to rock bottom.It was difficult to tell what Caroline's responses were meant. She was not mindful nor worried; could it be confidence or boldness that had magnified as soon as Denisse's call came?"Oh, no! Of course, not. Here..." Caroline handed over the phone to the man next to her, asking for it. She was feeling proud that Denny's sister called. It could create an impact that she is someone Denny could trust since she is friends with his sister. She did not know what sibling relation
"Give the goddamned phone to Caroline; I want to speak to her," Denisse demanded with so much derision in her tone. She was still confused about what was going on. She was clueless about what the person on the other line was talking about. All she could clearly sense was the fury in his words. But before she could get her demands granted, the man's voice faded away. Denny was getting worked up, but he was amazed at how he managed to press a side button to cut the call without crashing the unit. He took a few deep breaths before he drank his shot of vodka with controlled rage.Caroline froze. She was scared to see the anguish present on Denny Vero's face right in front of her. He was too close. She could not deny the intense fury his words conveyed. It was the first time she saw Danny in such an emotional state. She had only seen him being cold-hearted, being aloof, and distant during their college days. Even when she met him during his days of traveling, although he was not so distan
Only recently, Caroline was almost convicted as she tried to feed a couple with unsafe pills of steroids as she claimed they could have babies if they did as Caroline instructed. The woman among her victims lost the ability to bear a child as the doctors had to remove her uterus from the side effects of the pills Caroline prescribed them. At the same time, the man increased his sexual appetite above average, which had resulted in sexual addiction. The couple sued Caroline, who was overconfident of the product she introduced to her clients. She did everything under the legality of their company, in her registered name and office that they had no way to deny the plaintiff's claims. And her dad, Arthur Winslet, aged more than a decade overnight with so much stress dealing with the huge mess Caroline created.Along with everyone in their family, Arthur was not going to assist her in her crazy mistakes ever again. She has done a lot over the years, and her old man must have reached the end
Unknown to the two evil women, Don Don Carlo and Vincent Lynch were listening to Denny Vero speaking to someone over the phone and Caroline inside the bar slash gambling house. Vincent gave Don Carlo the pen used by Caroline to jot down her contact number for Vincent to call or send her a message later, which had her fingerprints on it. "Good!" Don Carlo praised Vincent. "This could be helpful." "I really hope we bring this person down," Vincent uttered agitatedly. "I have heard a lot of people like me that are lent money by her, asking to do something awful in return." "Is this place legal?" Don Carlo asked."There are no legal gambling houses aside from casino; even casino has to operate under federal laws. This one here is absolutely illegal," Vincent replied. "I think I might just have someone who can help us," Don Carlo stated as Denny was getting inside the van. "What's going on?" Asked Denny. He did not hear the conversation between the two, aside from what he heard Don Ca
“Honey…?” Denny called out carefully.Claudette was already about to enter the ward when she heard the man who introduced himself as Denny Vero called for Aleah so sweetly and concerned. She smiled. She just confirmed her thoughts that these two are romantically involved. She silently placed the food she bought and the change on a chair by the door before she lightly knocked and waved her hands to say she would be right back.Trisha bowed her head lower when she heard the knocking on the door. At the same time, Denny turned his head to look back and saw Mrs. Murphy pointing at the purchases she brought while she hurriedly exited the ward.Denny wasn’t able to say anything before the lady disappeared from his sight. He went to get the drinks and handed Trisha a cup of tea. There were two, so he supposed the other one was for him. He took a sip and just said anything. He urged Trisha to try hers, too.“Honey, the tea is good. You should have a sip while it’s still warm.”But Trisha place
Trisha turned her head away from Denny and faced her mom instead. Her tears started to cloud her eyes again. She bit her lips not to let her cries out of her mouth.She clearly understood what Denny had just said right now, but she could not respond right away. She was feeling torn between accepting or declining his offer of financial assistance. It wasn’t for herself alone. It was for her mom, most especially. He also mentioned being a philanthropist, which surely meant he was going to donate a considerable amount to get the procedure done with the best outcome. Yet, Trisha was still worried about what she might have to do to return such a huge favor from Denny Vero.When she was with Chloe earlier, and Denny was not by her side, Chloe spoke to Trisha with her honest and frank thoughts. Trisha realized that Denny did not know his parents already knew everything, the facts, not what they feared his sister, Denisse, might have told them. She was actually glad Denny accepted her suggesti
“She is so kind,” Denny moved closer and whispered to Trisha. “I like her a lot!”Then Denny moved back to look at the girl on her face with a silly smile.“But don’t let her know about that, okay?” Denny murmured again. “She might like me back. I am afraid of that happening.”The two shared suppressed laughter with their hands in their mouths, covering, as they both looked back in the direction of the door. They seemed to have the same fear that the person they mentioned was already back and heard what Denny just said.“I like her, too,” Trisha shrugged her shoulders as she giggled after making sure Claudette wasn’t back just yet. She played along with Denny’s joke not to let the lady Murphy know they liked her so much.“Kidding aside, she is awesome,” Denny cleared his throat before he made known to Trisha his honest opinion about the lady taking care of the patient.He also heard from the doctor and nurses he was able to speak with that Claudette is doing her duties more than a mere
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Murphy!” Trisha’s voice was shaky as she looked up from the other side of the bed, embracing her mom cautiously.Trisha felt emotional. She was glad even to only hear that her mom would regain her consciousness. She’s been in the hospital bed for almost seven months now. She might have seen the person driving the car when she was hit, but as she was still in a coma, they could not ask her. Trisha and her brother Yohan are still hoping to find the justice they deserve. The police seemed to have no more lead to continue the investigation, and since the Silver siblings did not have anyone influential to ask for assistance, they would have to rely on whatever they heard from their mom’s recollections.It would be tough to hold on to such possibilities, but they believe their mom is fighting within her to survive her situation. And one victory may lead to another if she could point out who caused her so much pain and stole so much of her time to stay healthy and pro
Soon they arrived at the ward where the name Elaine Silver was written on the chart by the foot end of the patient’s bed. A woman was reading a book seated next to the patient. She was reading the book aloud like a mother reading a bedtime story to a kid. She was too focused on her book as she read with enthusiasm and emotion according to the content of the story that she did not notice the two, Trisha and Denny, walking next to the patient’s bed.Denny and Trisha looked at each other with amused smiles on their faces. Denny gave Trisha a sign not to make a sound using his finger placed above his mouth. Trisha nodded her head as she agreed not to make a sound. She was beyond glad and satisfied that the lady Murphy was indeed attending to her mom’s welfare with so much dedication and sincerity. She was also happy that the man beside her seemed to have the same thoughts about letting the lady reading a book continue until she realized their presence. And so she continued to read:“A fath
Trisha smiled happily. Denny saw her serene smile in his peripheral vision, and he felt good. His idea was turning out to be successful. That was what he was hoping for, to make his “honey” smile, not the polite one that her face had seemed to be painted with the whole day, but the pure natural smile she would usually wear on her face when she is genuinely happy.Soon they arrived at the hospital. Trisha was worried he would be late with his appointment.“Honey, I can walk my way into the hospital. You don’t have to send me in,” Trisha cautiously suggested. “You might be late.”Denny chuckled.“It’s okay. You wait for me by the entrance. I will be right back after I park the car.”Trisha had no choice but to do as he ordered. She consoled herself that he should know what he was doing. He wouldn’t insist if he did not have enough time, right?“Okay, I will stand by the entrance door. You can call me if there are any changes,” Trisha raised her purse with her phone and wallet inside it.
Denny paused for a while. He could not say it was personal, but it wasn’t business either. But he did not want to explain further, so he just made his answer short, although a bit ambiguous.“A little of both?” Denny chuckled, helping Trisha to stand from her seat beside him.Chloe was not convinced. Or maybe even if she was, the mother still wanted to spend a little more time with her dear son, so she expressed her disagreement.“I can only let you go early today if you promise to visit us next Sunday again,” she bargained.Denny’s eyes widened in disbelief.“Mom, I cannot promise you that, but I will try,” the son scratched his non-itchy backhead as he replied.“Then you will have to stay until dinner today. What do you say about that, Aleah?” Chloe turned to the girl beside Denny.“I… am…” the service girl stuttered. She did not know what to say, but knowing her answer was awaited, she had to say something. “I’m very sorry, Mrs. Vero, but I do not decide things with…” Trisha could n
“Do you mean to marry this girl?” Franco Vero asked. His tone was still calm, not making his honest reactions known to his dearest son.“As of the moment, and if that is all for me to decide, I might say yes,” Denny chuckled at his sudden realization.The father was baffled by the son’s answer.“What do you mean?”“I don’t think the feeling is mutual just yet,” Denny let his weary mind off him.He felt good that his kind dad asked. He had been holding these thoughts within him. He could not freely speak about it with Don Carlo and Angela as he did not want to worry them for Trisha. But with his dad, he felt the assurance that his old man would understand where he was coming from. Denny let his heartfelt emotions flow.“I can feel this girl is purely doing business with me, and she never flirts nor misleads me to think she fancies me like a woman fancies a man. She is obedient in everything I ask and tells her to do because she is too cautious about losing her job. She has these invisib
As Aleah requested and without fear for Denny to grant them, they got dressed up with the doting Denny assisting his heart's wife; since they weren't legally married yet, in every step of getting her nicely yet comfortably clothed. "We should shop for new sizes of your underwear, honey," Denny gently suggested. "I am worried you might feel discomfort with the ones you used to wear and in your closet right now," he explained eagerly. He knew that pregnant women could be very sensitive, so he tried his best to clear any misinterpretations of his words. Angela excitedly bought Aleah different designs of pregnant dresses and others obviously needed by an expecting woman, but as she had not had the experience to reach pregnancy into a stage where her belly would swell up, Angela did not realize to include underwear in her shopping list. I have been meaning to do so, but as I was not allowed to go out without company aside from the nurse, I was just waiting when we could visit the shoppi