Matteo, who was guarding their suitcases, noticed her abnormality. He grabbed Vivi’s wrist as the two rushed up to her. “Mommy, what’s wrong? What happened?”
“W-What?”
Sasha was boiling with rage when suddenly her child’s voice crept into her ears. She lowered her head to look at them standing beside her. Oh no, how could I have forgotten about Matt and Vivi! It doesn’t matter if that b*stard catches me, but I can’t let him find out about them. Or I will lose my most precious babies.
Finally, she came back to her senses. Kneeling in front of Matteo, she grabbed his arms and explained, “Matt, listen to me now. I can’t bring you guys to Jetroina because there’s an emergency that I need to attend to. I’ll call Ms. Fischer to come over and bring you back. Is it okay?”
Matteo fell silent for a while.
Although he was surprised by his mom’s sudden change of decision, he nodded his agreement upon seeing the panic and the tinge of guilt in her eyes.
“Alright, Mommy. Don’t worry. I will take good care of Vivi and go home with Ms. Fischer.”
“Matt, you’re such a good boy. I’ll leave everything to you then. Now I’ll bring you guys to the café over there where you wait for Ms. Fischer.”
Sasha looked at her thoughtful son lovingly. With a heavy heart, she pulled him into her arms.
Standing beside them, Vivian wanted a hug too. “Mommy, why do you only hug Matt? I want a hug too!”
“Oh, I’ve missed out on our little Vivi. Come, let me hug you!”
plushie in
minutes later, she received a call from the
you at work? Mr. Jackson is
she replied impassively while walking
got into her car and
afraid of confronting Sebastian since she didn’t owe that man anything; she did
was reluctant to meet him. Besides, she was worried that she might lose Matt and Vivi if he found out
globe to settle down in Moranta. It was beyond her expectation that
a head, she might as well meet him and deal with
to the hospital, she regained her usual composure. There was not a trace of
meantime, Sebastian was toying with a doctor’s ID card as he
indeed
who dared fake her death under his eyes had also acquired a better taste
the photo attached to the ID card with his bloodshot
“M-Mr. Scott, i-is Mr.
face daunted him. Sitting near that man, the director
know how to respond since he had no
he personally chose three burial plots of the best location in the cemetery and buried them in