Nathan was slaughtering ducks, and he was covered in blood and holding a butcher's knife. With a disdainful gaze, he watched as Klaus approached them. Sensing the murderous aura, Klaus stopped in his tracks as he observed Nathan cautiously. Just as Nathan was about to ask what he was doing here, Hilda dashed out to greet him warmly. "Klaus, you're here! Come in, everyone's waiting!" Hilda enthusiastically welcomed him. Under her protection, Klaus managed to successfully move past Nathan and entered the holiday villa. As soon as he was inside, Hilda complained to Nathan, "Klaus must be exhausted. I heard that the foreign employees of their company aren't given any holidays for the New Year's. How miserable! So, I invited him for dinner and to discuss a long term partnership between DAB Group and him." Without saying a word, Nathan then swung the knife and ruthlessly cut off the duck's head as he pretended that it was Klaus's. He looked disheveled from slaughtering the livestock
Nathan chewed happily and placed an appreciative kiss on Hilda's cheek leaving crumbs on her face. Unfazed, Hilda merely wiped those away with a piece of tissue, and when she found a larger crumb, she popped it into her mouth. At this, everyone cringe in disgust, rendered speechless by Hilda's gesture. She remained oblivious to the apprehension of others, after all, how else was a married couple supposed to behave? Now that everyone had arrived, save for Connie, who had escaped or rather, strategically retreated, Nathan began making a headcount. When he was done, he announced. "Everyone please stop what you're doing and get ready to take a group photo!" Hearing this, the crowd made their way out, chattering along the way. It was bright, seeing as the lights had been switched on. Once everyone had gathered before the camera and a photo had been taken, the reunion dinner commenced. The reunion dinner featured a homemade feast, which consisted of food that were either grown on the
Hilda and Nathan had come home empty handed. Usually, a trip to the farm would warrant bags of souvenirs, most of which would comprise local produce, but this time, they hadn't even made the effort to bring back a single morsel of food. Luna, on the other hand, remained her generous self. She had picked strawberries from the farm and had carefully packed them into a box, along with a couple of eggs she'd taken from the chicken coup. She tied a ribbon over the box and had tucked it into her suitcase, hoping to give Teddy a New Year's Day present in light of their partnership. Receiving the gift from Luna appeased Teddy, who returned the favor by giving Luna a red envelope that contained no small amount of money. Luna was overjoyed, but alas, she was also the one who devoured all the strawberries and eggs. However, it was clear now that Teddy's patience had run thin. The Durrett and the Jordans had expected Connie to come home for the new year, and had, over the course of the week,
Over the next few days, Teddy was oddly high profile as he brought his child around the city and gave interviews to reporters who asked for them. Hilda, on the other hand, was busy working on the article that would expose Teddy for the wretched man that he truly was. Upon completing the article, Hilda handed it to Peace for proofreading, and when that was done, she will put it up on the internet under an anonymous handle, thereafter calling up a marketing agency to publicize the piece. Indeed, with Hilda's skills in writing exposés as well as apology statements, coming up with a piece on Teddy was something she could do in her sleep. In order for Hilda's article to achieve a high click through rate, she'd turned the article over to Peace, who had majored in journalism, for it to be touched up before it was published. It had only taken a couple of days after Teddy made rounds in the companies when the exposé started circulating around the internet. Nathan was at home, watching Hi
That night, Teddy stood out in the hallway for close to two hours, and by the end of it he asked loudly "It's been two hours. Are you ready to talk now?" There was no reply from Hilda. Instead, it was Nathan who answered hoarsely, "She's fallen asleep." Infuriated by this, Teddy stormed off. Barely two days had passed before Hilda handed the article over to Peace for editing, and when everything had been finalized, the piece was published in the paper anonymously. The news had garnered the public's attention and had sent a wave of panic crashing over the upper side. After all, the elite had opted to cryogenically freeze their genetic samples in order to preserve their bloodline. If the cryobank had indeed swapped their samples with others for its own corporate greed, then it was no different from killing off their next generation! Upon the publication of the article, the clients of Jeans Cryobank hastened to withdraw their genetic samples. If Jeans Cryobank had a Taadi branch, t
Milo was currently being wheeled down the corridor in a transfer trolley. His features were twisted in pain, and an oxygen mask had been strapped over the lower half of his face, he was bleeding profusely from the gunshot wound in his abdomen. Jerome was running after the trolley. For the past twenty years, he might be a force to be reckoned with in the business world, but now, he was nothing more than a worried father. He watched the blood flow from Milo's wound, and he felt as though he was walking on knives with every step that he took. The pain seemed to stab through his entire body, as if he was bleeding just as badly as Milo was. The Mafia thrived in this locality, and seeing as there was another crossfire nearby, more casualties had been ferried to the hospital. The corridors were packed with people, but Connie and Jerome were racing against time, they couldn't make it to a hospital much further away than this one. Connie could feel her heart racing in fear as she watched M
A couple of hours later, the DNA test results were ready. It turned out that Arlo and Milo were indeed Connie's biological children. In fact, they were Connie and Jerome's biological children. Connie didn't know the cause behind this mishap, but what she did know was that Milo was her biological son, which was why he had developed chronic GVHD after the blood transfusion. Having uncovered the truth, Connie felt as if she was transported back to the nightmarish moment when she watched Hilda rot away in her arms. She crumpled up the DNA test results and bent her head, letting the tears roll down her cheeks. Arlo and Milo were her biological sons all along! She had only just reconciled with them, and now, she was going to have to say goodbye to one of them. To one side, Arlo and Jerome had tears spilling down their faces. Just then, a sudden thought seized Jerome, his eyes were rimmed red as he thought about Dona's text message, and his mind began to put the pieces together. So
Despair hung thick in the air as everyone staked out a spot in the treatment room. Luna had pulled up a seat next to the bed, and her tiny hand clasped around Milo's big one, which had been poked through with needles. "I'm here to tell you that you're qualified to become my uncle, and you will be my Uncle Milo from now onward. Promise me you'll spoil me and go on 'Let's Go, Uncle!' with me." She said before she turned around and glanced at Arlo briefly. "Uncle Arlo has promised me, so now, it's your turn." Milo nodded weakly. Over the course of a few days, he'd lost a significant amount of weight, and there was a green tinge to his skin. The disease was at its worst now, and the gunshot wound that Milo had sustained previously was now infected. It had only been a couple of days, but it was as though a skyscraper had come crashing down without warning, and no one saw it coming. "I'll go on the show with you when I recover." Milo promised in a labored voice. He sounded as if he b