After Sean returns home, Harvey and Caroline are left in the office. Today they have no intention of dating because they are currently in the presence of a detective, Dalton. Yes, a professional detective Harvey hired to find out about Steve. Harvey was sure that something was wrong with Steve.
“His name is Steve Hans and he is originally from the UK. He owns a fairly well-known law firm here. Those who know Steve admit that Steve is a kind and friendly person. There's no record of a crime, everything's clear, but there is one thing that is suspicious.” Dalton pulled out a file and it was the call history.
"What's this?" asked Harvey in surprise.
Dalton circled 3 tables on paper using a red pen. “Steve contacted a man named Philiph on March 16, 17 and 18. Didn't Angel and Harriet have an accident on March 18th while they were going to the hospital?"
Harvey was silent for a moment, then he nodded. “That's right, the accident happene
Anne knocked on Sean's door several times, but there was no answer from inside, very quiet. Last night Sean asked to be woken up early because he wanted to get back to work. After coming home from work yesterday, Sean realized that busy with work is better than sitting around and drowning in sadness. Sean didn't try to deny reality let alone try to forget Angel. It is an impossibility. Sean just wanted his mind to settle down a bit."Sean? Are you still sleeping?”This time Anne opened the bedroom door and she stepped inside. Why is Sean's bed empty? Was it possible that Sean had gone to the office this early? But it's only 6 in the morning, so it doesn't seem possible. What's more, Sean's cell phone and wallet are still on the nightstand. Or maybe his youngest son was jogging around the complex?As Anne thought of that possibility, she chose to enter Harriet's room. Anne slowly opened the door to Harriet's room, but on the bed there was not only her grand
"It's been a long time since we've seen each other," Jessie said, taking another innocent sip of Sean's ice americano. She smiled faintly as she looked at her ex-husband who seemed to want to throw up. The two of them are now sitting opposite each other on the coffee shop sofa in the office. This is their first meeting after they officially divorced. "How are you, baby? You're just getting more handsome."Sean rolled his eyes, then he was about to get up from his seat. If he hadn't been in his own office, he would have been ignoring Jessie. Unfortunately a staff member happened to be here and it would be suspicious if he acted like he didn't care."What are you doing here?" asked Sean lazily."I miss you. Don't you miss me too?"Sean squeezed his hands in annoyance. After that he was about to get up from his seat because he could no longer hold back his anger. "I still have a lot of work to do and I'll just be wasting my time here."Jessie laughed
Sean forced Jessie's hand into a quiet corner of the coffee shop. He was really surprised by Jessie's words in front of Cody. Sean is not Cody's father! Then why did Jessie suddenly come here and say such a shocking thing?“What do you mean talking like that in front of your son? He could misunderstand, Jessie."Jessie rolled her eyes as she released her hand from Sean's rough grip. "We're divorced, but you're still Cody's father," Jessie sounded annoyed this time. “I know enough that I pretended to be pregnant by you. I admit I was wrong, but at least you're still Cody's stepfather.”Sean pressed his aching head. He intended to return to the office today because he wanted to be busy with work, not with his meeting with Jessie! And he had no other children besides Harriet. People can misunderstand if they overhear their conversation.Sean was silent for a while, then he said, “Yeah, you can say I'm Cody's stepfather, but what's tha
Sean is really busy all day with his work. Apart from the presence of Jessie and Cody, Sean quite enjoys his busy life because he has a lot of tasks to handle.“Tell the staff that they can go home. You can go home too, Bertha,” Sean said to his secretary."Is it okay if we go home first, sir?" Bertha was a little uneasy, but it was already 6pm.Sean's fingers stopped typing on the laptop, then he looked at Bertha who was standing in his room. “Yes, all of you go home. I still have some things to take care of here.”Bertha nodded politely. “Sir, on behalf of the staff, I would like to once again express my condolences for the loss of your loved one. Hope you can be even stronger.”"Yes, thank you, Bertha."After Bertha left Sean's room, she resumed typing on the laptop. To be honest Sean could have asked Bertha or the other staff to do this, but Sean wanted to keep himself busy non-stop. Because if Sean wa
“Just leave the dishes, Darla. I can do that myself.”Anne repeatedly forbade Darla to wash their ice cream bowls, but Darla insisted on washing everything herself. After all she didn't help much because there were only 4 bowls."No problem. Incidentally, I really like washing dishes,” said Darla as she started to wash the dishes.Anne smiled sitting in the pantry chair, right behind Darla. His gaze was watching Harriet and Noah playing together. Her granddaughter has been embracing Darla's teddy bear."Harriet seems to like your gift."Darla smiled as she glanced at Harriet. Harriet didn't take her hand off the teddy bear for a second. "It's just a cheap doll, but I'm really happy that Harriet likes it," she said, going back to washing the dishes."You were the first to give her a birthday present, Darla."Darla's hand, who was washing the dishes, stopped. She was surprised to hear Anne's words. If that's true then
Darla Anderson works in an obscure club. She and 10 other girls have a boss or a pimp named Britney. That night Britney called Darla because Darla wasn't at the club yet, while a client was waiting for her at a hotel. After that Darla said goodbye to Anne and she let Noah continue to play with Harriet."I'll be there in a minute," Darla said when she finally picked up Britney's phone."Why did you take so long, Darla?! A Client has been waiting for a long time!” Britney sounded angry there.Darla snorted. “If he can't wait for me, why can't he just use another girl? It's as if I'm the only prostitute girl you have." After Darla said that, the taxi driver looked at her through the rearview mirror. She immediately asked, "What did you see?""N-no, I'm sorry," replied the taxi driver."Instead of eavesdropping on my conversation, you'd better drive faster," said Darla, annoyed that the taxi driver was clearly giving her a perverted look af
Dalton returned to Philiph's old house. Philiph's neighbor said that the new owner of the house was moving in today and it turned out to be true. Dalton got out of the car, then he approached a man who was giving instructions to the workers who were unloading the goods from the box truck. Dalton was sure that the man in front of him was the owner of this house."Hello, good afternoon," Dalton said to the landlord."Good afternoon. Who are you? What do you need?" the owner of the house seemed disturbed by Dalton's presence because Dalton came at the wrong time."I'm Dalton, a detective. There are a few things I would like to ask about the owner of this old house.”Dalton handed him a business card. The owner of the house dispelled his annoyance when he found out that Dalton was really a detective.“Do you mean the owner of this old house? What's wrong?"“Philips, the owner of this old house, was allegedly hired by someone to
Sean was sitting in front of his house dreaming. It was the middle of the night, but he couldn't sleep at all. In his hand was a box of cigarettes and a lighter. He had been considering whether to smoke or not. This was not an easy matter considering that in the past he almost died from smoking too much and drinking alcohol. The nasopharyngeal cancer was still haunting him, but on one side his head hurt. Sean needed at least one cigarette to calm him down."Sean? What were you doing this late?”Anne's voice came from behind and it immediately made Sean hide the cigarette case and a lighter in his pajama pocket."I'm having trouble sleeping," Sean answered and Anne was now sitting beside him."You usually don't have insomnia. Is it because… Angel?” asked Anne carefully.Oh, Sean's heart reacted when he heard Angel's name again. The people around him seemed to deliberately not mention Angel's name, including Anne, but it seemed tha