Todos los capítulos de Stitching a Path to Vengeance: The Rise of Lucia Montess : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The next morning, all the occupants of Mr Thomas's house woke up early with heavy faces. It was worse for Jada whose face was seriously swollen from excessively crying. Lucia had tried her best to calm her mom down, and although Jada had promised to stop crying, Lucia could still hear her sniffing silently. Lucia during her call with Clara had asked for helping hands on preparing for the burial, and Clara who came back the previous night was already knocking on the gate as early as 5:30 am in the morning. Mr Thomas and Mrs Benita had a surprise up their sleeves, and this was revealed when Lucia heard a car honk almost immediately after Clara came. At first, Lucia didn't believe that a car would be at the gate at such an hour. Clara was already around, and Mrs Luan had already promised to come directly to the crematory. However, the honking persisted, and with Mrs Benita's consent, they both went to check up on the surprise visitors. Mrs Benita acted as surprised as Lucia, but l

It was the beginning of a new season in the lives of Lucia and her mother, Jada. The loss of their father and husband hung heavy in the air, a thick fog of grief that refused to lift. Lucia, who had spent all her life with her dad, found herself struggling to adjust to a world that now felt cruel and unwelcoming. Yet in the midst of this emotional storm, there was one thing that always came to the forefront of Lucia's mind: justice for her dad.The two had mourned the loss of their husband and father for several days, allowing the grief to wash over them. They cried together, shared memories, and supported one another as best as they could, but Lucia knew that their mourning could not last forever. They needed to take action. The hearing regarding the circumstances of her husband’s death was scheduled for Thursday, and time was slipping away from them like sand through fingers. Despite the emotional trauma that weighed heavily on her, Lucia refused to let despair dictate her acti

“Have you had any form of discussion with your dad about the court case?” Mrs Lilian asked, halfway through the morning breakfast. Her reconciliation with her son was a portal to ask questions which she had withheld herself from asking. “Yes mom, quite a number of times” Wilson replied, immediately returning to his meal.“Oh…that's nice,” Mrs Lilian remarked in an unsatisfied manner. She obviously wanted to be involved in everything which pertained to the discussion. “What did you all talk about?” Mrs Lilian threw question number two which was answered with a heavy sigh which screamed ‘allow me eat my food in peace’. Mr Palma understood the signal which his wife wanted to ignore, so he took it from there. “There really wasn't much to talk about. The company has been sued for quite a number of things, and by different people with different reasons. We still came forth victorious at each end. It will be settled by giving the lawyer or the victims of the event a reasonable sum of mon

Mrs. Lilian, who had earlier made up an excuse of being emotionally stressed, soon found herself growing restless. After spending a few minutes alone, she became bored. She had tried a couple of activities she usually found fun—reading a magazine, scrolling through her phone, even arranging her jewelry—but none of them held her interest. Nothing seemed to capture her attention or lift her mood. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the company, her son Wilson, and the unsettling news swirling around the Palma family.After pacing around for a while, she made up her mind. She would visit the company. It had been a while since she’d dropped by to see how things were going, and the thought of being around her son, despite their recent quarrels, brought her a sense of comfort.Mr. Palma, her husband, had bought her a new dress over the weekend. The move had been an attempt to woo her into talking to Wilson, but that hadn’t gone well. By the end of that day, she had ended up in an even bigger

Mr Thomas and Lucia got to their destination after a train ride which lasted for about three hours. Upon getting to Mr Benson's supposed house, they found the place desolate. Their only source of help was from a neighbor who had noticed the strangers standing for a while. “Who are you, and why are you trying to look into a person's house?” asked the middle aged lady. “We're sorry if we seem suspicious. I would like to know the whereabouts of Mr Benson, the lawyer who lives here” Mr Thomas pointed out. “Lawyer?” the middle aged lady asked in confusion. Her response made it known to Mr Thomas that there was something fishy going on. “Yes. Isn't this house owned by Mr Benson?” Mr Thomas asked. “I don't know about any lawyer. I moved into this neighborhood four years ago, and I know every occupant of each resident. I don't know of any Mr Benson” the lady uttered.“Okay then. I must confess I'm quite surprised. I know I haven't seen him in a long time, but I didn't expect him to relo