He finally lets her alone when he's sure no amount of brain surgery can make her come alive. He grabs a scarf from the sofa and cleans her blood off his hand. He walks to the door. He's about to open it when he hears a hiccup. He stops. He turns around. Oh…there is another living soul in the room? Wow. Damn. How come he even forgot to check the room where he saw the traces of light? Briskly, Santiago goes to the room. He opens the door wider and lets himself in. His eyes scans the room. At a corner of the room is a little boy huddled, fear visible on his pale face as he looks at Santiago. Santiago's feet stop. A memory flashes in his head. He was just like this boy, years back, vulnerable, scared, helpless and any of that shit no one would have imagined a kid to go through. “Please don't kill mama,” the boy whispers. Santiago stares at the boy, he can't deny that his heart went out to the boy. He slowly brings himself to go

“The moment I kill you and Weston, I'm finally going to become the monster my father wanted me to be. A money making monster.” More tears fall from his face. “Isn't that cool? I'mma decorate your graveyard and make a lot of donations in your names. You two are cool, really. You're cool. I love your vibes but you know too much. You're going to rat on me later on. I don't want that.” Lorette trembles as the piece of plate pierce deeper into her skin. “St…sto.. stop. Stop!” Santiago shakes his head. “You made me do this, bitch.” Lorette looks into Santiago's eyes. She realizes her mistake. Santiago doesn't seem like he wants to change. He doesn't seem to want that. She can't…tears roll down her face. She can't change him if he doesn't want to change. “San…” she calls, her voice filled with tears. “My ex…the only ex that made me cry when I broke up with him…he…I cried because he said I'm too proud and you're the only one who can cope with my atti

The way he quickly shakes his head is all Lorette needs to confirm that something is up that damn sleeve of Weston. She goes closer to him, seeing that he's unaware, she thrusts her hand in his pocket and brings out his phone. She hurries to the end of the dining, he after her. She turns on the phone, her eyes catching a picture. It's a picture of a little girl. The girl looks…very beautiful. The type of kid that ends up being models at a very young age. She quickly navigates back and turns on the camera. Her eyes widens at the person that stares back at her. On her face in calligraphy is ‘I love this guy’ written on it. She clenches her fist. Damn Weston! She turns around, he's looking at her with those pleading eyes of his like she's some nasty stepmother and he's at her mercy. “What should I do to you?” She asks through her teeth. “Anything, just…just don't kill me. Even if you're going to do that, allow me to write my epitaph.” <

“I'm sorry, sir. I forgot to charge it.” “It's okay. I came to tell you your daughter will be reinstated back to work and with a higher pay,” Weston says. He notices the man's haggard appearance coming back together with the smile on his face. The face seems like it has not experienced a smile lately. Well, what sort of father would be happy with his daughter being unlawfully sacked from job without any explanation? Especially when the man spent his last damn on his daughter's medical school tuition. “Thank you so much, sir.” The man sighs in relief. “She kept saying there is a doctor that has the power to get her back to work but I didn't quite believe it. Words can't express how grateful I am now.” Weston smiles. “It's my pleasure. But…” he lowers his voice, “there is something I need to do before I can get your daughter back to work.”The smile disappears from the man's face, replaced with a sullen expression. “We don't have any mo

“No, ma'am. That's not what I was suggesting, ma'am.” “I don't drink any wine other than Screaming eagle.” “Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am. I had no idea.” Lorette signals at Weston. Weston opens the briefcase and brings out Santiago's picture. He stands up and gives it to Lorette who in turn drops it on the table. Weston watches Sanderson's. There is no expression on his face. Slowly, he looks at Lorette, his brows raised now. “What do you want me to do with this?” He asks, his voice still maintaining the normal tone. “Isn't it obvious? Kill him,” Lorette says. Sanderson drops the picture rather quickly. He stands up. “I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't be of help to you. Maybe some other time, but as for this, I can't be of help. I'm so sorry.” “Why? I'm going to pay you a lot of money, however much you want,” Lorette says. “No. Just leave, please,” Sanderson says. “I want—” Lorette is start