Ex husband's Plea for Forgiveness

"Who the hell are you people?" Daniel demanded aggressively. "I could report you to the police for suddenly showing up and raising a racket."

"You’re very welcome to involve the police," Kent said with a faint smile. "I’m sure they would be very interested in the case of this car, and would no doubt take the matter into their hands."

He had barely finished speaking when the couple’s heads swiveled to look at each other nervously. The woman’s lips trembled in visible fear.

Kent only continued to look at them, his gaze swinging back and forth between the man and woman, his smile still in place.

Daniel cleared his throat. He never expected the prank to be so serious; the instructions he was given were rather straightforward. He took the money and did as he was told.

Nobody said anything about a dangerous prank that could possibly qualify as a crime and would bring the authorities to their doorstep.

"I don’t know anything," the man said to Kent, although his eyes shifted suspiciously. "I was only told to rent a car."

They were at a stalemate. Daniel and his wife were given a hundred thousand in cash to keep silent on the matter.

It was such a huge amount that even if he, or any of his lot, were to work for the rest of their lives, they would never amass such wealth.

But now that they were faced with the threat of being imprisoned, the money didn’t seem enough. Daniel was suddenly thankful that the person who hired him didn’t deem him worthy of the details to the transaction.

"Is that so?" Kent said slowly, a cold glint to his eye.

Daniel and his wife stuttered their denials, swearing they had no direct involvement whatsoever to the accident, and repeatedly begged Kent not to call the police.

"What should we do, Sir?" his assistant finally asked. They could both tell that the couple knew more than they were letting on, but obviously less than what Kent required.

As he looked around the surroundings and the living conditions within the area, he felt slightly sorry for the members of this community.

Still, that was no reason for them to risk what little they had by hanging on to the edge of a knife’s blade.

"Forget it," Kent exhaled. "Let’s just go." Any method of polite query was clearly just a waste of time. If the couple was unwilling to divulge what they knew, then he couldn’t do anything to force them.

Besides, he was sure that if the Gu family were really determined to look into the matter, they certainly would have the necessary connections and would definitely nail the culprit in no time.

He only walked the extra mile in hopes that he could provide some sort of explanation to Melinda sooner.

He called her later that night to relay what little he uncovered, and asked her if she wanted him to dig into it any further.

"Never mind. I don’t have a lot of enemies anyway. I'm sure that whoever is behind this is now on the run, and can’t possibly be hanging around for another scheme. I’ll be careful in the future."

She had, in fact, spent a great deal of the day pondering over the possible culprits. She had the usual suspects of course: the women who so openly despised her. But she had no proof, and could come up with no rational explanation behind the deed.

Well, whoever it was, Melinda concluded that the person didn’t have enough guts to inflict their actions directly on her. The car probably only served as an outlet for their anger. As long as her life wasn’t threatened, she wouldn’t waste her precious time worrying over the matter.

"In order to thank you for your help," she told Kent over the phone. "Why don’t we have dinner this weekend?" Kent’s concern and kindness really touched her.

really had a proper chance to get together ever since Kent returned to the city, so this proposed a

it was true that the magazine office

Sunday, which was the day after tomorrow, and decided on the time and

from Melinda’s mind to mention it to Jonas. Kent’s return had a lasting effect on Jonas, and his

he was floundering, clueless on how to go about his feelings. And he was extremely bad at

was never brought up in recently curt

She had discovered a few days ago that Melinda was talented in the arts as well, and Nelson all but sang his praises

embarrassed at the whole turn of events.

terror. If her mother-in-law truly discovered her

the best spot to paint at any given time of day, as if she were sharing a very

at how dedicated artists were to their craft, and being inside Queena’s studio

she was by all the paint and heaps of blank

had drawn a paintbrush

can ask Gavin for a spare key to this room." Melinda swung her head to look at her mother-in-law in surprise. The older woman only smiled.

was, after all. If she took a liking to you, she tended to shower you with... anything she could, really. And if you let your guard down, she could get a tad excessive with

gave in and allowed herself to be pushed to a

like a ball of energy as she dove into another blank canvas, humming to herself as she painted the day away. Perhaps it was because she was in such a good mood; perhaps it was because of

good to put on canvas. She was still reeling from a myriad of heavy emotions,

huffed as she looked at Melinda’s canvas.

of colors, but she could tell that her daughter-in-law

didn’t fall short with his praises. It seemed like Queena’s good mood had translated well to picture. "I’ll probably be able

Melinda’s canvas. He knew from experience that she could do a whole lot better than this. He was no artist himself, but

he commented absentmindedly, thinking back on a

right headspace today," Melinda muttered,

came his urgent thought. 'Not in the right headspace? Is she saying that she's

his mind on the matter, though, and in turn he himself was distracted all through the night. His

through breakfast, and left the mansion as soon as she was

suddenly on his side. "I thought it best to let

the... She’s still driving even after that incident?" A thunderous expression took

master’s words; the younger man’s tone sent an abundance of

was a testament to his affections

elders in the family stepped in to investigate the matter, because they wanted Jonas to handle it

himself in his wife’s eyes,

that they were irked was an understatement. Gavin decided to prod

it was all a ruse

face darkened even further after he heard his words. The butler was quite pleased

alone in spite of the threats? Is it Kent?' Jonas was aware that these days, all his negative thoughts and feelings

it. And knowing that he couldn’t only fueled

etched into his face. He had the phone to his ear for only

surface and went over the edge, falling to the floor with yet another painfully

and handed it gingerly to Jonas. He stood by as the young master said a single