All Chapters of TOO GOOD TO LEAVE TOO BAD TO STAY: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Lana’s POV I found Andre standing by the window in one of the hospital’s quiet lounges. I swallowed as I approached him, clenching and unclenching my fist to at least relieve some of the tension that I felt. I had searched everywhere in the hospital for him, and during that time, I had gone over everything I would say to him, but now that I saw him, the words would not come. They hung in the space between my throat and my tongue, and no matter how much I tried to push them forward, they just wouldn’t bulge. How do I tell a man to go against his own mother? How do I convince him to stand before the world and say the world’s might send her to prison for the rest of her lives?I stood at the door for a while, watching him. I was questioning myself and wondering if this was where I was going to stop. If it was right to stop here and not get my father’s company back from Freda as I had promised,. I had a good life now, did I not? I had a family with Cameron, Sally, Darby, and Fred—peopl

Lana’s POV We did not stay in the hospital for long after that night. Three days later, we were discharged after more tests had been run, and they were sure that Zoe was perfectly healthy. We began preparations to leave the hospital, and now, almost one week later, we were throwing a party to celebrate health. Zoe’s health.The sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the air. I had invited about a handful of people. All close family and a few friends, then some of Zoe’s classmates who had sent her gifts to the hospital. The past month was hard, but I could not forget those who stood by me and supported me during the hard times. The nanny and most of the other home employees had spent the night and part of the day adorning the house with colourful decorations, and the children ran around, their joyous giggles adding to the festive atmosphere. I was moving through the crowd, greeting guests and ensuring everyone was comfortable, when I spotted Sally standing by the kitchen isla

Narrator’s POV Freda’s office was located on the uppermost floor of the skyscraper that acted as Ranhold’s headquarters, a detail that made Fred pause as he stepped out of the taxi five minutes ago. He blinked against the rays of sunlight reflecting off the monolithic structure of steel and glass, momentarily blinded. The reflective surface mirrored the city below, creating an illusion of infinite depth.The other buildings around it were similar in their grandeur, each with its own unique design. For the umpteenth time since his arrival in the city, Fred was reminded of how little he had traveled. There were places outside of his known world yet to be explored, and this city of steel and glass was one of them. He had spent—wasted—five minutes entranced by the sleek, modern design, temporarily forgetting his purpose for being there.Pulling himself back to reality, he straightened his suit and approached the entrance. The revolving glass doors spun smoothly, ushering him into a grand

Lana’s POVFred shrugged. “She hinted at societal expectations and family obligations,” he replied. “But she didn’t give specifics. I think she knows a lot more than she’s letting on.”I nodded slowly. “My father never mentioned anything about your mother or you and Kathy. And I started going through his papers; maybe I would find something.”Fred’s expression softened. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way, but it is not to be helped. I cannot say I know how you feel or what you are feeling right now. Finding out that a person you think you know has another side, which you have no idea of, can really do something to you.”I reached out and touched Fred’s hand briefly. “We’ll figure it out together. I have some of my father’s old letters and documents that might help us piece things together. Maybe we can confront Freda again with more concrete questions? What do you think? Right now, she’s the only person who can give us answers, and we are not even on good terms.”We returned to m

Lana’s POV Back at my apartment, we laid out all the new information we had gathered. It felt like we were finally making progress, and the weight of uncertainty was beginning to lift. But then a call entered my phone, which was going to either bring everything crashing down on us again or continue pushing us forward.We had laid everything on the table in front of us, and we were about to start sitting through them when the ringtone of my phone shattered through the peace, quiet, and anxiety that had settled over us. Sighing and thinking it was from one of my colleagues at Lukem, I pulled the phone from my pocket and paused when I saw the caller ID displaying on my screen.“Hmmm... Andre.” I said it out loud, alerting the other guys to who the caller was. Without waiting for their response, I swiped on the screen and placed the phone in my ear. “Hey, Andre.” I greeted. “What’s going on?”“I found something.” He announced. From over the phone, I could not make out the time of his vo