Deborah: Because you love shopping and sales.Caroline: Hey! Don’t judge me. You know they’re my weakness, and everything has a use sooner or later in my house :P. But hey, how about we order pizza and have dinner at your place with the four of us?Deborah: Sounds good. If you want, I’ll pick up some drinks and snacks to go with it.Caroline: Excellent ;D. Alright, I’ll let you go. I’ll never finish packing otherwise :/Deborah: Good luck :,DWith that, Deborah smiled and glanced at the time before locking her phone. She realized she had gotten so caught up in her work that she was already late for lunch.“James, we’re eating out today,” she thought to herself, rubbing her belly as she grabbed her purse and headed out to eat at one of the nearby restaurants.As she walked, she took her time browsing the various food stalls, eventually settling on a burger place.When she entered, she noticed the family-friendly atmosphere, complete with a play area for kids, making it a popular
Deborah was quite scared. She had no idea who this man was, what he wanted from her, or where they were heading.The worst part was that when he forced her into the car, they took her bag with all her belongings, leaving her only with her notebook and pen to communicate.She glanced at the man entrusted with her bag. He was a burly figure, hiding his identity behind dark glasses, with a gun visibly hanging off his belt. She discarded the idea of trying to retrieve her belongings. She didn’t want to expose herself to that kind of danger—especially since she wasn’t alone.Feeling a wave of anxiety, she protectively placed her hands over her belly.“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to talk,” Brandon said, noticing her fear. “Remember, you need to stay calm for little James’s sake.”[How do you know my baby’s name?] she wrote.“As I said, you’ve been hard to find. I’ve had people watching you for a long time, but the opportunity to borrow you for a private conversation h
They entered a room that looked more like an executive office in a high-end corporation than a warehouse. It was furnished with top-of-the-line office furniture, including a large black leather sofa.“Go ahead, make yourself comfortable,” Brandon said, guiding her to the sofa.Deborah settled into the indicated spot, watching as the blond man moved to the desk in the room, retrieving something from the drawers before returning to her side.He handed her a box and then sat down directly across from her.[What’s this?] she wrote.“Let’s just say this is the reason I’ve been looking for you.”She was even more confused by his words but, seeing the look in his eyes, she opened the box to examine its contents.The contents didn’t seem extraordinary or special—just two letters, a folder with some documents, and a jewelry box.The jewelry box caught her attention as it was identical to the one her mother had owned. Upon opening it, she could confirm that it was her mother’s, filled wi
That same morning, Christian and Nicholas returned to the police station to interrogate Frederick."My strategy worked. He looks like a raving lunatic now," the detective said, amused, pointing at Frederick babbling to himself as they watched him through the one-way mirror."He deserves that and more," Nicholas said."Yes, but we’ve noticed that he and his wife are now suffering from hallucinations," the detective added, sounding a bit worried."Why do you say that?" Christian asked, concerned."With the threat of Vox trying to kill them, we installed security cameras to monitor them. When we reviewed the footage this morning, we discovered their strange behavior," the detective explained, opening his laptop to show them the video.“Damn you! Hey! You idiot!” Frederick shouted hysterically, banging on the bars of his cell. “Those morons left me isolated... What… You shut up! You’re nothing more than a damn illusion…!”"Who is he yelling at?" Nicholas asked worriedly, searching f
"So you're saying the pressure drove them crazy?" Christian commented with a grimace. A good lawyer could use that as an excuse to get them released."I doubt that's it. I think guilt is eating them alive," Nicholas opined."I agree with Nicholas. Those greedy bastards murdered a father and daughter just to steal their money," Christian said, contemplating the legal arguments and responses he could use for this situation."Well, in any case, let's go interrogate him. Don’t worry; I’ve already asked a doctor to be on standby in case this guy loses it and we need to sedate him," the detective said, getting to his feet.Fortunately, Nicholas managed to convince the detective to let him join them in the interrogation room."You! What do you think you're doing—Ah! This is inhumane! How dare you... I’ll sue you for mistreating me like this and..." Frederick began to rant, but his words were silenced by the sound of the folders the detective threw onto the table."You've got quite a thi
The detective laughed out loud upon hearing that."That was a good one.""What are you laughing at?" Frederick asked, irritated."Although I hate Vox and his group, I can assure you that the one good thing about them is their moral code, which prevents them from harming women and children. Therefore, he is not a suspect. The only one with a motive and who benefited from Alexandra Anderson’s death is you, isn’t it?" the detective said, frowning.Frederick frowned, realizing the detective knew this."You arrogant bastard, you killed her!" Nicholas could no longer contain himself and lunged at Frederick to punch him."You bastard, take advantage of the fact that I'm tied up! If I weren’t, I swear I would—" Frederick shouted, but was cut off by a punch to the mouth that knocked out some teeth."Stop it!" the detective yelled, standing up to separate them."Let me go! Let me at him! He took her from me!" Nicholas screamed, showing the anger he felt at that moment."Nicholas, please
Nicholas was crying as he finished reading the letter, and when he looked up, he saw that Deborah was also shedding tears, so he immediately ran to hug her.She was his baby... his biological daughter.Alexandra had never been involved with that man, and now he realized how foolish he had been to believe Frederick’s lies. If he had ignored them, perhaps his beloved would still be alive, and they would have raised their little girl together, preventing Deborah from having the speech problems she faced.Now he felt miserable because everything that had happened was his fault."Deborah, you…" he began to speak, though he had a lump in his throat that prevented him from continuing.[She also left me a letter where she told me the truth… you’re my dad, not Frederick.] Deborah was crying with happiness because there was no blood relation with the person who had tortured her since her mother’s death. The question of why her dad hated her was gone as they weren’t related, and she no longe
The detective immediately called one of his officers, who entered with two bags to collect the samples.“This is illegal! You’re doing this against my will!”“It’s curious that you’re making such a fuss,” the detective began. “I mean, if you’re Deborah’s biological father, why are you afraid of a simple DNA test?”“Besides, it isn’t illegal if the sample was obtained during a fight you had with Mr. Foster,” Christian pointed out with a sideways smile.“…,” Frederick gritted his teeth because their arguments were valid, but if the test was conducted, his lie would be exposed, and that meant he wouldn’t leave that cell because everything would go downhill from there.The detective noticed Frederick’s attitude, which indicated he was trying to find a way to sabotage the test, but he wouldn’t allow it.“Hey Max,” he said, looking at the officer who was putting Nicholas’s evidence into a bag. “Tell the lab that these samples are a priority because I need those results as soon as possi