All Chapters of A Second Chance From The Heavens: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

A week after Allison quit her job, news started to spread. Allison’s boss and co-workers were all shocked at her decision, but they couldn’t really stop her from resigning. She was stubborn when she wanted to, and no matter how much they tried to persuade her otherwise, especially in the middle of their big research breakthrough, she just wouldn’t budge.As for the public, there were mixed reactions all around, but the majority of them shared one common thing: confusion.Some started to speculate, while some decided to mind their own business.Needless to say, some rumors flew around.And they reached Edward Laurier’s ears.“What is the meaning of this?” he demanded after calling Matthew to the house, not even bothering to say a proper greeting. “What has your little wife done now?”Matthew frowned, not liking the way Edward was referring to Allison. “What has she done? She did what she had to, Father,” he said quietly.“What she had to?” Edward gritted out. “Quitting her job when she

Matthew had known Allison for nearly ten years already. They had been through thick and thin together, and he liked to think that he knew her more than she realized.But her recent behavior was puzzling him greatly.He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but she seemed like a… slightly different person. Not in a drastic way, but just…Like she was older than she seemed… and knew some unusual things…‘Rosenburg…’ Matthew thought to himself. ‘She’s been a little fixated on that city for a while...’Also, she mentioned something about a ‘Miracle Well’ back then, didn’t she?What an odd name. He had never heard of such a thing before. Maybe he should research some more about it...Not to mention that she even proposed to go on a vacation there about a week ago. It was one of the last things that he had expected her to say.What was the deal with that city, anyway?Also, how come she knew about his villa there? Maybe Martha mentioned it to her out of the blue?The mystery behind Allison’s

When Martha made that request to him earlier, Matthew was, understandably, caught off-guard.He had expected her to ask him to paint still-life or landscapes or perhaps a portrait of her, but in the end, she asked him the last thing that was ever in his mind.“Can you draw the three of us in a photo, looking like a family?” she had asked, in the softest voice he had ever heard her say.Matthew didn’t know if Martha was aware of this, but he wasn’t very good at painting portraits — rather, people in general.He liked to watch sceneries in real life and draw inspiration from them, casting them onto the canvas in various shades of color. He liked to stand before a table with a fruit bowl nearly arranged at the center and copy it on a painting. He liked to see a haphazard room with various objects strewn everywhere as though a hurricane had left them that way, and then try to replicate the scene on the canvas.He did not have the same passion for people. He had tried to paint portraits or

When Matthew stepped into Edward’s office at his old home, he didn’t have any particular expectations in mind. Having lived with his father for more than two decades now, he had a pretty good feeling of what might happen in the end. Either Edward would tell him to get out of the house, or he would engage in yet another fruitless argument with Matthew and establish his dominance.None of which helped matters in what Matthew was trying to do in the first place.‘Have you ever really cared about us, Father?’ he thought to himself as he approached Edward’s desk, the latter hunched over as he inspected some documents, acting like he just didn’t tell his son to come in just now.‘Or maybe you did, once upon a time, but how about now?’“What do you want?” Edward asked, still not looking up at Matthew as he spoke. He seemed to regard his documents of way more importance than his own son.Though this didn’t surprise Matthew in the least. Typical Edward Laurier, the one who preferred business o

For the past few days, Allison made it a point to watch over Matthew’s condition as much as she could. When they finally got on a flight to Rosenburg, she was tense the entire time.Matthew reached out and squeezed her hand. “Something the matter?” he asked.“Nothing. Just nerves, that’s all,” she mumbled.“You’re nervous about going to Rosenburg?” he questioned.“Not just that. I’m also worried about you.”He smiled. “There’s no need to worry about me. They’re just headaches, hon. It’ll go away soon, I promise.”Allison found that hard to believe, but she chose not to say anything. If he didn’t want to take this symptom seriously, then she needed to observe him carefully. He had no idea why she was paranoid, but it was probably better that way.When they got off the plane, the sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden glow over the horizon. Allison felt the gentle breeze envelop her in a comforting embrace.She sighed softly as a sense of nostalgia seeped into her. This was the c