Immediately, Kian saw Sean, and he was sure he was doomed.Sean had asked him to bring the man to him in thirty minutes, and now that Sean had come on his own meant that it was past thirty minutes already.And Sean had given him a warning that he was going to come get him and make him regret it if he wasted too much time, and now he had wasted too much time.“I was bringing him to you now,” Kian said, immediately lowering his gun. “He said he was going to come along, but due to the pain in his legs, he had to slow down.”Sean’s brows arched.“I am telling the truth!” Kian said, wanting to defend himself before Sean could do anything else. “I told him that you wanted to meet with him, and he agreed! Isn’t that right, Darren?” Kian asked, turning his head to look at Darren.Kian’s gaze was pleading as he looked at Darren, and his eyes begged Darren to nod his head in agreement and agree to what he was saying.However, Darren shook his head.“My legs are fine,” he stated. “I am just here

When Darren woke up, his vision was so blurry he couldn’t make out a thing.Even though he couldn’t see, he still tried to move, to sit up, but his body wouldn’t budge. Not even an inch.‘Where am I?’ he wondered, straining to shift himself.His body swayed, and that was when it hit him. He wasn’t lying down. He was hanging. Upside down.His eyes flew open, the blur clearing just enough for him to take in the sight before him.Stretching endlessly ahead was the ocean, and he was suspended from a pole, hanging in the middle of nowhere.“What the hell?!!!” he screamed, struggling to break free, but he only kept swaying. “Who the hell hung me here?! Who the fuck would do this to me?!”No other words came to him as he waited for a response.Whoosh!Only the sound of the wind reached him, sending a chill down his spine. He began to tremble from the cold.“Hey!” he screamed. “Are you even listening to me?!”The more he yelled, the more his voice echoed back at him.He was indeed alone, and

Flora couldn’t believe that Rosalind had said those words so calmly.She stared at her for a full second… then another… before her mouth finally dropped open.“Are you stupid?” Flora asked, loud enough that even the old woman on the other bed looked up from her upside-down book.Rosalind blinked. “What…?”Flora threw her hands in the air. “You divorced that man? That one?” She pointed straight at Sean, who was still quietly feeding the baby, looking completely unbothered by the women in the ward with him.Rosalind frowned. “What are you talking about?”Flora looked like she was about to combust. “Girl! You gave up a man like Sean? Are you out of your mind?!”Rosalind just stared at her, genuinely confused. “I don’t understand you. I want a man who is already successful. Someone stable. Sean is far from that.”Flora’s jaw fell again. “Far from—?!” She slapped her forehead, groaning. “Are you blind?! Just look at him! Even the way he’s holding that baby! That is not an ordinary man.”

The old lady continued, her voice sharp yet wise, the way only someone old and tired could sound.“You left the marriage yourself,” she said. “You said you didn’t want him anymore. Fine. That is your right. But now you stand here shouting, accusing, crying, asking about his baby, his business, his herbs, his everything.”She leaned back against her pillow.“At your age, you should know: once you let something go, you don’t drag it back by the tail.”Rosalind flushed. “I wasn’t— I was just asking because—”The old woman cut her off again. “Because what? Because he looks better now? Because he can handle a child? Because you suddenly realized you threw away a calm man?”Rosalind froze, her face turning red.The old lady gave a tired sigh.“Young people these days,” she muttered. “You break something yourself, then cry when someone else picks it up.”Flora let out a tiny squeal. “Grandma! You’re so right—”“Quiet, child,” the old woman snapped. “I wasn’t talking to you.”Flora pressed he

Sean got to the medical center where his sister was staying, and he still had the baby with him. But this time, the baby wasn’t in his arms. He was strapped to Sean’s chest in a small baby carrier he had bought.Before coming here, he had gone to the supermarket to get a few supplies.Now both his hands were occupied with grocery bags filled with baby food, diapers, wipes, and medicines for infants.He understood every single item he bought.He wasn’t confused about baby things.After all, he had raised his sister from when she was only a few weeks old.She had been a sick baby, always weak, always needing special attention.He had learned everything: how to feed her, clean her, hold her, take care of her, keep her from getting cold, and help her breathe when her lungs were too weak.So these baby supplies were nothing new to him. But still… This baby on his chest was different.He stopped in front of the medical center doors, letting out a slow breath.The baby giggled loudly and sla