Arlo continued to tighten his grip around his father in the room. He was wailing as if he had just experienced the most traumatic incident in his life, and his face was soaked with tears of terror. "It's Arlo, Dad! I'm your son!" The look on Jerome's face flickered for a moment as he seemed to regain some consciousness after seeing Arlo's face. He quickly threw his arms around Arlo. "My son... My son, my Arlo... My son... Don't hurt my son! No! No!" He clung onto Arlo tightly, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch him away . Arlo returned the hug and began to tear up as he listened to his muffled sobs and incoherent sentences. "It's okay. It's alright. I'm here now, and no one's going to hurt me. We're all grown up, so we can protect ourselves now!" However, Jerome was still extremely emotional. He couldn't seem to detach himself from the nightmare he had, and he was having a complete mental breakdown. Eventually, he began to quiet down a little after Arlo soothed his emo
During the toughest periods of their lives when they were younger, Elizabeth would disappear and leave them with their father. Furthermore, Elizabeth had other men and children outside that often bullied them. Arlo lowered his gaze after answering to Elizabeth to conceal any hint of distaste in his eyes. Elizabeth seemed a little disappointed by Arlo's reply. "We still need you boys to handle the matters over at Smith City." "I've dealt with everything before I left. I left Oliver and Oscar in charge of the fashion week, and there haven't been any other large events happening recently. We can handle the rest of it remotely, so you don't have to worry about it, mom." Arlo uttered. It seemed like Elizabeth had begun to grow suspicious of Jerome and the twins recently, and they decided that they'd simply leave her behind and let her continue being suspicious if that were the case. But Elizabeth didn't notice anything then, as she simply nodded before she went up to rest in another
A loud sigh came from behind Hilda as Linux patted her shoulder before resting his arm on her. "Mom still can't forget about him." He stated. He saw the video himself, and he knew how cruel fate had been toward their father. His memories had been stolen from him. Hilda glanced toward the direction where Connie had walked off and zoned out for a while before she turned back to Linux. "That fiancé of mom's that they were talking about on the call earlier... What was that all about?" Linux maintained his neutral expression upon the mention of Connie's fiancé. "You know how it is. Mom's pretty and rich, the men who are interested in her could probably form a whole line all the way from here to the Eiffel Tower. It's pretty common for there to be a few men who are a little more aggressive." The siblings later walked out of the Villa and headed toward Nathan's Villa for lunch while Linux continued to talk about Connie's fiancé. Apparently, 20 years ago, the family head of the Jordan
Someone knocked on the door right then. Milo was the closest to the door, and he glanced at the surveillance cameras to see Connie standing outside. What? Is she here to look for Luna? Milo opened the door and invited Connie in. "Are you here to pick Luna up, Ms. Frimpong? My dad's sick, and Luna's talking to him now!" Milo said in a pleasant tone of voice. Connie was dressed in a black winter jacket. Her face was as cold as the weather outside, and her voice as monotonous as ever. "I heard that Jer's sick, so I'm here to pay him a visit." She replied as she stepped into the house. Luna excitedly came over to take a pair of shoes for her grandmother once she realized she had come over. The young girl then brought her upstairs to see Jerome. "Grandma's here to see you, Mister Handsome!" Luna cried. It was then that Milo realized the few stalks of roses that Connie held in her hand that was placed behind her back. Woah, what? Is Connie actually here to give dad flowers? She wa
Back in Nathan's Villa, Hilda was anxiously waiting for Connie's return. She felt conflicted, she wanted Connie and Jerome's relationship to go somewhere, but she was also afraid that Jerome would hurt Connie. However, she was also afraid that Connie would end up getting married to the Count, or that she would end up all by herself. Her mind was a mess from all her conflicting thoughts. Hilda stood by the side of the road as she waited for her mother. Right then, Sonnia's car passed by and slowed down once she saw Hilda. Sonnia wound down her glass window before she excitedly greeted Hilda. "Hil, I have huge news to tell you!" Hilda edged closer to the car curiously. "I got a new project for Old wolf." Sonnia cried excitedly. Hilda could imagine what her soul would do right then. It would take a few steps back before waving its hands frantically while shouting. Before Hilda could actually respond, Sonnia added. "Look, I just signed an agreement with the team. I went out today j
Anthony, camouflaged in the group of bodyguards, was dressed in a suit and sunglasses as he gave an unimpressed yawn. Johnathan, who was dressed in an identical suit, quickly hissed at him. "No yawning on the job." Anthony secretly rolled his eyes at him. Linux had planted a tracking device into Anthony, so he couldn't go anywhere else even if he wanted to. He hadn't wanted to come to work today, nor did he wish to go back to working with the institution, he simply wanted to stay home on the couch, where he could watch his TV series and play with dogs and cats all day. But now, he was forced to be a bodyguard, he and Johnathan either had to follow Luna or Hilda around the whole day. Hilda and her large group of bodyguards simply treated the reports and activists as if they were invisible, they walked straight toward the entrance and headed over to the swimming competition. Sahara obviously knew about the passionate activists who were waiting at the entrance, she was the one who p
Sahara continued to respond to the reporters, and she even faked a comment about Hilda. "That woman's always like that..." But before she could finish her sentence, her expression quickly faltered as the muscles around her face began to twitch in an odd manner. She then collapsed onto the ground as her entire body jerked.Foaming at her mouth, she flailed her arms around weakly, looking as if she just had an epileptic seizure.This sudden episode left the audience dumbfounded, but the media outlets and reporters were quick. Snap! Snap!They took shots of Sahara's every move and expression. By the time the Damiens' bodyguards arrived to carry Sahara away, there were already countless images of her foaming at the mouth on the Internet.The edge of Hilda's lips curled into a mysterious smile when she heard the huge commotion happening behind her.You have to pay for your own sins, Sahara. You should've been more careful with your use of stimulants.The reporters outside were shoving one
That night, Hilda went home and had her dinner before she went online to look for articles about Sahara. She only had to scroll for a while to find a huge number of videos showing Sahara jerking, twitching, and spitting white foam out of her mouth. None of the articles revealed the actual cause of her illness, and most of the netizens agreed that her symptoms seemed like she had suffered from an epileptic seizure. Right then, an account with the nickname 'Aebasa Clemon' that was certified as the 'President of DAB Group' made a post on Twitter to diss Sahara. 'Epilepsy? A neurological disease? It seems more like you didn't handle your use of stimulants well, @Sahara!' Sahara used stimulants?! The whole country was shocked to hear this. Every athlete that gets addicted to stimulants will surely end up in a terrible state! If Sahara really used stimulants before her match, all her hard work and achievements would no longer be recognized! But did she really use those stimulants? Mos