“Do you want to go to an amusement park?” Arthur asked with a hopeful smile, clearly reluctant for their time together to end so soon. “That sounds good,” Lilian replied, glancing at her watch. “But I need to pick up Matt from school first.” She didn’t shy away from mentioning her son; she was certain that either her father or Moses would have told Arthur about him by now. “That’s not a problem at all,” Arthur said, his smile widening. “We can pick him up together and head to the park. What do you think?” Lilian hesitated briefly, then nodded. “Sure. He’d love that.” A smile touched her lips at the thought of Matt’s excitement. She knew her son had been wanting to explore the amusement park, but her busy schedule had kept her from taking him. This felt like the perfect opportunity. Arthur’s face lit up. “Great! Let’s go, then.” They stood, and Arthur stepped ahead to hold the door open for her. Lilian smiled politely, appreciating the gesture. Once, such chivalry might have m
They were happy as they walked toward their car, laughing lightly, their voices blending with the distant chatter of families enjoying the amusement park. Lilian’s steps were purposeful, her hand brushing against Arthur’s as they moved. But then, without warning, she stopped in her tracks.Arthur turned to her, confused. “Lilian? What is it?”Her face had gone pale, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but no words came. Arthur followed her gaze, his brows knitting together when he spotted what had made her freeze.Standing just a few feet away was Marcus.Lilian’s breath hitched as Marcus’s gaze swept over her, then flicked to Arthur, and finally settled on Matt. He frowned, his expression darkening with every passing second.Panic gripped Lilian. Without thinking, she bent down and scooped Matt into her arms. She held him tightly, her heart pounding as fear clawed its way through her chest. What if Marcus saw it? What if he noticed the resemblance?Marcus’s eyes lingered on the
The ride home was quiet. Lilian sat in the back seat with Matt, while Arthur drove in silence. No one said a word, but it wasn’t uncomfortable—it was just a reflective kind of quiet. When they finally reached the house, Arthur parked the car by the gate since he’d be heading to his own home after dropping them off.“Thank you so much for today. We had a great time,” Lilian said as she unbuckled her seatbelt, her tone warm and sincere.Arthur smiled, a soft expression crossing his face. “No, thank you. I had a great time with you two as well. It’s been a long time since I felt this relaxed.”Lilian smiled back, her heart light. “Well, we’ll be on our way now. Thanks again, Arthur.”“Wait,” Arthur said, stopping her just as she reached for the door handle.She turned to him, curious. “Yes?”“Can I ask you something?” he said, hesitating slightly.“Of course,” Lilian replied, her voice steady.Arthur seemed to deliberate for a moment before finally asking, “Are you a twin? Why does that
The next morning, Lilian arrived at the company earlier than usual. She had skipped work the previous day, and there was plenty to catch up on. As she walked into the building, the receptionist noticed her immediately and stood up with a bright smile.“Good morning, Miss Lilian. How was your night?” the receptionist asked politely.Lilian returned her smile, her tone warm. “It was okay. And how’s your mom? Is she feeling better now?”The receptionist’s eyes softened with gratitude. “Yes, she’s recovering well, thanks to you. I really appreciate your help.”Lilian waved it off with a small smile. “It was nothing, just a little assistance,” she said modestly. “You were here yesterday, right?”“Yes, Miss,” the receptionist replied. She had been surprised not to see Lilian the day before, as she had wanted to thank her in person.“Oh, alright,” Lilian said with a nod, and then she made her way to the elevator.Once she reached her office, Lilian set to work immediately. Stacks of files wa
At lunch break, Aria and Marcus drove to the school. Earlier that day, while they were in his office, Aria had mentioned offhandedly that Lilian’s son attended the same school as their nephew, Jack.This detail had instantly piqued Marcus’s interest, and he insisted on accompanying her to the school. Although Aria found his sudden curiosity a little strange, she decided not to question it.When they arrived, Marcus stepped out of the car first. His tall frame and confident stride immediately drew attention from a few parents waiting nearby, but he paid no mind.Aria followed behind, looking up at him with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. “Jack’s class should be the same as Matt’s,” she said casually, though she wondered why Marcus seemed so eager to see a child he had no connection to—or so she thought.“Alright, lead the way,” Marcus replied, his tone calm.Though his expression remained stoic, he couldn’t ignore the odd flutter of nerves in his chest. He was usually composed and u
“What’s your name?” Matt asked, his curious eyes glancing up at Marcus.Marcus hesitated. He didn’t want Lilian to know he had approached her son. If she found out, she might cut off any chance of him seeing Matt again. Thinking quickly, he kept his expression neutral and lied. “Harrison,” he said smoothly.Matt nodded, seemingly satisfied for the moment. “Oh.”Marcus leaned back in his chair, watching the boy. “Do you think you’ll tell your mom about meeting me today?” he asked with a friendly smile, testing the waters.Matt tilted his head to the side, pretending to think hard about the question. “Should I?”Marcus shook his head with a faint chuckle. “No. Let’s keep this as our little secret,” he said, lowering his voice playfully.Matt muttered an “Oh,” his small hands fidgeting with the edge of the table. After a moment of silence, he looked directly at Marcus. “But why did you lie about your name?” he asked suddenly, catching Marcus off guard.Marcus raised an eyebrow in surpris
Noah glanced at Lilian, his smile warm and genuine. “The house is big enough to accommodate everyone. I’ve missed Matt so much,” he said.Lilian nodded in agreement, her own smile soft. “He missed you too,” she replied, her tone warm.Matt and Noah had always shared a special bond. Among all his uncles, Matt was closest to Noah. That was why Lilian hadn’t told Matt that Noah would be arriving today—she wanted it to be a surprise. As she thought of Matt’s likely reaction, a grin spread across her face.The car pulled into the driveway, and Lilian parked smoothly. She turned to Noah, noticing he was still engrossed in his phone. “We’re here,” she said pointedly.Startled slightly, Noah put his phone away and stepped out of the car. He stretched briefly before following Lilian toward the house.Lilian unlocked the front door and stepped inside, glancing around the living room. “Matt, baby!” she called out loudly.No response.She frowned slightly and checked the time on her phone. “Matt?
The next day, Moses suggested Lilian take the day off from work and spend time with Noah and Matt instead. Lilian readily agreed; after all, she had missed her brother and knew Matt would enjoy the time as well.Once Moses left for the company, Noah leaned back on the couch and grinned. “Let’s go to the shopping mall. I need to get some stuff,” he suggested.Lilian smiled, knowing Noah always had a way of making outings fun. “Alright,” she said, “Matt will love it too.”Together with the driver, they headed out. The car pulled up in front of the shopping mall, and Lilian stepped out first, taking a moment to adjust her dress before helping Matt climb out. Noah followed, stretching his arms casually as he joined them.Inside the mall, Noah turned to Matt, his eyes playful. “What do you want, champ?”“Toys!” Matt exclaimed, his face lighting up with excitement.Noah chuckled. “Toys it is,” he said, taking the lead toward the toy section.Lilian followed closely behind, shaking her head
At the same time, Franklin pulled out his card and handed it to the cashier, his movements calm and deliberate. Mrs. Thompson, standing at a distance, shook her head in visible disgust as she watched the scene unfold. Her lips tightened, and her arms crossed over her chest, her disapproval practically radiating from her.She had been watching Franklin and Lilian the entire time, though she pretended not to. Her eyes occasionally darted away to feign indifference, but her glances were sharp and judgmental, as if silently cataloging every flaw she perceived.The cashier swiped Franklin’s card, her professionalism unbroken, and handed it back to him with a polite smile. “Thank you,” Franklin said curtly, picking up the shopping bag with one hand.“Let’s go,” he added, glancing at Lilian. She nodded without a word, her face neutral, and together, they walked out of the mall. Their exit was quiet, but it left a tension hanging in the air.Mrs. Thompson, watching their retreating figures, f
Marcus nodded, barely acknowledging the item Mrs. Thompson had suggested. His focus remained glued to his phone, his thumb moving in a rhythmic pattern as he scrolled. The faint glow from the screen illuminated his face, highlighting his disinterest.Mrs. Thompson sighed, her lips curving slightly upward into a knowing smile. “Let’s take it,” she said, her voice brisk but decisive as she turned to her daughter, Lily.“Okay, Mom,” Lily replied obediently, adjusting the strap of her purse.They didn’t head to the cashier immediately. Instead, they wandered the aisles a bit longer, their steps leisurely as they perused the shelves. The mall’s ambiance was lively yet refined, with the soft hum of conversations and the occasional ding of registers creating a backdrop of familiarity. Shoppers moved with purpose, some clutching baskets overflowing with items, while others strolled with less urgency, seemingly enjoying the experience.Eventually, Mrs. Thompson and Lily made their way to the c
The next morning, Lily walked into the living room, her steps slow and deliberate. She had spent the night at Mrs. Thompson’s house because today was the day they were set to visit Marcus’s grandparents. The thought of the visit made her stomach churn, and as much as she wanted to avoid it, she knew there was no escape.“You’re awake,” Mrs. Thompson greeted warmly, looking up from the sofa where she sat sipping tea. Her smile, as always, was bright and welcoming.“Yes. How was your night, Mom?” Lily asked, attempting to mirror Mrs. Thompson’s energy despite her inner anxiety.“It was fine, dear. And you? Did you sleep well?” Mrs. Thompson asked, setting her teacup down on the table.Lily nodded. “Yes, I did. Thank you.”Mrs. Thompson beamed at her. “Marcus will be here soon. I already called him.”Hearing this, Lily raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Oh, we’re going this morning?” she asked, unable to hide the slight reluctance in her voice.“Yes, dear,” Mrs. Thompson replied, her tone c
Lilian descended the stairs slowly, her hand brushing against the smooth wooden railing. The sound of muffled voices from the living room reached her ears, sparking her curiosity. She hesitated at the bottom step, tilting her head slightly as she tried to discern who her father was talking to. When she stepped into the living room, she paused, surprised to find her dad sitting with another man she didn’t recognize.Her eyes flicked between the two, and her brow furrowed. Who’s this? she wondered. Her father wasn’t exactly the most sociable person. In fact, he barely interacted with others outside their family. The idea of him befriending someone so quickly—especially since it hadn’t even been a week since he’d returned home—seemed odd.“Dad,” Lilian called, her voice breaking the quiet hum of their conversation. She smiled as she spoke, her tone warm and familiar.Francis looked up, his expression betraying a mix of surprise and amusement. “Oh, Lilian. You’re home?” he asked, clearly
“Did he take you to meet his grandparents yet?” Mrs. Thompson asked suddenly, her voice breaking through the calm of the afternoon.Lily froze, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected question. “They’re back?” she asked, her voice tinged with both surprise and unease.Mrs. Thompson nodded with a warm, reassuring smile. “I suppose they were informed about the wedding, so they came back. You don’t need to be nervous, dear. They’ll accept you—they’ve always trusted Marcus’s judgment,” she said confidently.“Oh,” Lily muttered, nodding slowly. Her mind was already spinning. Grandpa Thompson, back so soon? She had hoped to avoid another encounter with him until after the wedding.Mrs. Thompson studied Lily’s face for a moment, then continued. “I’ll talk to Marcus and make sure he takes you to meet them this week. It’s important to pay your respects before the wedding. That’s how it’s always been done in this family,” she added firmly but kindly.Lily forced a small smile, though her st
“Have you made a list of the guests you want to invite to the wedding?” Mrs. Thompson asked once they had finished eating, her tone gentle but filled with curiosity.Lily shook her head. “I’ll just let you decide,” she replied with a warm, effortless smile.Mrs. Thompson’s expression softened even more, her pride in Lily evident. “That’s very considerate of you. But surely, you’d like to invite some of your friends, wouldn’t you? Or do you not have anyone in mind?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, a knowing smile on her face.Lily thought for a moment, her gaze drifting to the window. “Well… I do have a few friends I could invite,” she said softly, as if she hadn’t considered it before.“Good. Just give me their names, and I’ll add them to the guest list,” Mrs. Thompson said with a nod, her organizational mind already at work.“Sure, Mom,” Lily replied, her smile bright and sweet.Mrs. Thompson leaned back slightly, looking at Lily thoughtfully. “Have you seen Marcus this week?”
Lily breathed a sigh of relief as she scrolled through her phone, checking the news and social media updates. There was nothing—no mention of her confrontation with Lilian at the mall. The tense exchange still lingered in her mind, replaying in flashes of sharp words and raised voices. If someone had seen them and posted about it, she would have been mortified. More importantly, Mrs. Thompson might have found out. The thought alone made her shudder.Mrs. Thompson valued poise and self-control, qualities Lily had worked hard to demonstrate since meeting Marcus’s family. If the older woman learned that Lily had been publicly arguing with Marcus’s ex-wife, it could damage her carefully built reputation. It didn’t matter that Lilian had provoked her—what mattered was the perception. Thankfully, it seemed the incident had gone unnoticed, allowing Lily to relax for now.She adjusted her dress as she stepped out of the car, the soft fabric falling neatly into place. The Thompson residence lo
The attendant clenched her fists tightly, her eyes fixed on Lilian, filled with frustration and anger.“Security!” the manager called out, his voice sharp as he noticed the attendant still kneeling on the floor. His face was flushed with embarrassment, the scene drawing unwanted attention from nearby shoppers.A security guard entered the store almost immediately, his posture firm but professional. The manager pointed toward the attendant, his expression stern. “Throw her out,” he ordered.The security guard approached her, his tone calm but commanding. “Please stand up and leave,” he said.The attendant let out a deep, frustrated sigh. Slowly, she rose to her feet, brushing off her uniform as if trying to regain some dignity. “Fine, I’ll leave,” she muttered under her breath. Then, turning to Lilian, her voice rose with bitterness, and her glare hardened. “Are you happy now? You’ve cost me my job! I’m the breadwinner of my family, and because of you, they’ll starve. I hope you’re pro
The manager noticed the commotion brewing near the front desk and quickly descended the stairs to investigate. His polished shoes clacked sharply against the marble floor, each step reverberating through the quiet tension that hung in the air. His brow was furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line as he approached the group.“What is going on here?” he demanded, his deep voice slicing through the awkward silence. He directed his question at the attendant, whose eyes darted nervously between him and Franklin. The manager’s gaze lingered briefly on Lilian, her flushed face and clenched fists a testament to her frustration, before finally landing on Franklin, whose calm yet imposing presence filled the room.The moment the manager’s eyes fell on Franklin, his expression shifted. The irritation etched into his face melted into something resembling recognition, then alarm. His posture stiffened, and his tone softened, carrying a note of deference. “Sir,” he said, addressing Franklin with