2025-09-11 17:39:18Chapter 9: ANOTHER BEGINNING
Kelvin was woken up with slaps and beatings, his face was furious as he jumped away from the floor and stood far away. His eyes stared at the woman who glared at him crazily with red eyes as if she was about to pounce on him. “Are you crazy?! What was that for?!” He yelled with gritted teeth and touched his face that had been slapped by her. The woman glared back at him furiously, she looked at the room, and still kneeling on the bed, she pointed at Kelvin angrily, and yelled “You—Who’re you?! What did you do to me?! You’re one of Patrick’s men, right? How dare you touch me?!” Kelvin stood in confusion, he was so speechless that all he could do was glare at the woman questioning him in anger. Now he had his regret, he should have left her on the road instead. Seeing she was done, he walked closer to her, then rolled his eyes, “You must be crazy! What Patrick? What can I do to you when a little girl is here?!” He spat back, then pointed at Mia who seemed to be waking up. The woman followed his movement and when she saw Mia, she paused, shock flashed through her eyes and then her face turned red. She realized he wasn’t as she had thought and she felt so ashamed. She closed her eyes in embarrassment, then turned towards Kelvin. “Hmm…I’m sorry, I actually thought…” Her face turned redder as she recalled how she had woken him up with a slap. Kelvin who saw how red her face was shrugged indifferently, then curiosity took over. He looked at the woman who still had a guilty look on her face, then asked, “What happened yesterday? Who were those men and why were you in that state?” The woman was startled, then the fire that had died down ignited again at the thought of those people who had drugged her. “My name is Joyce, and I was drugged by the men of that bastard, Patrick!” She gritted her teeth and the more she thought about the danger yesterday, the more angry she became. Her eyes flashed with rage, “He has ill intentions towards me and actually drugged me! Then—” she said clearly angry, then she tilted her head in deep thought as she tried to recall the events of last night. She recalled how she had run and stopped a car, then asked for help, and it seemed that the car was… Her face became redder after she realised she was wrong. She had actually been the one who asked for help and had even slapped her helper on the face. Joyce wished she could dig a hole and hide in it. But since she was at fault, she knew how to apologize, “I’m really sorry about the insult. So sorry about it.” She said, then suddenly furrowed her brows and looked around the room. Her brows furrowed in a tight frown, “But…Why was I brought to the motel? And why’re you here?” She asked, clearly confused. Kelvin was a bit stunned at her question, he looked around the motel, and his eyes flashed with embarrassment, “Well…” “Because mommy doesn’t want us anymore, we don’t have a home.” Mia, who had just woken up, said pitifully. Both Kelvin and Joyce immediately turned towards where the tiny voice had come from, and Mia appeared, her face still confused from just waking up, and her eyes pitiful as if she could cry at any moment. Kelvin felt so embarrassed, he let out an awkward laugh and immediately rushed towards his daughter. “Mia… You’re awake?” He said, then carried her down from the bed, and used that opportunity to hide his embarrassed look. “You’re called Mia?” Joyce’s gentle voice was heard, she moved closer to Mia and touched her cheeks with light in her eyes, her heart was about to overflow as she looked at Mia who then nodded. “Good morning, aunty!” Mia’s crisp voice sounded, making Joyce fall in love with her. After Joyce had played with Mia for a while, she turned to Kelvin whose gaze was gentle as he watched his daughter. “It just so happens that I have an unused house which is very suitable to live in. If you don't mind, you can actually live there for the time being.” Kelvin was stunned. After he came back to his senses, he shook his head in rejection, “No! You don't need to inconvenience yourself for us. I’ll find a solution, you really don't need to worry.” He said seriously. “You don't need to be quick in your rejection. And this is not an inconvenience because it's an unused house, and besides, you and Mia saved me yesterday. Do you know what would have happened if you hadn't? This house is not for you, but I lent it to little Mia to thank her for her help!” Joyce said then lowered her head to pinch Mia’s cheeks. She then asked, “Right, Mia?” Kelvin was about to reject again when he heard his daughter's happy cheers. “We have a house! Daddy and Mia won't stay homeless!” She jumped happily which made Kelvin helpless. Joyce turned to wink at him, then shrugged as if to tell him this wasn't her fault, “See? Mia is excited, you don't want to disappoint her, right?” Kelvin looked at Joyce, then at the happy Mia, and smiled helplessly. He doesn't have a choice, right? Besides, this was the best idea for now. Meanwhile, Diana walked into her house exhausted, she removed her shoes and put on her home slippers, then removed her jacket and then fell on the couch like she had been drained off her energy. She had chatted with Harry’s mother throughout the night and by the time she snapped out of the conversation, it was already late into the night. She had been so shocked and had wanted to drive back home but both Harry and his kind mother convinced her to stay. Besides, Kelvin would understand since he didn't expect her to drive home at the night. That would be dangerous. As she sat down tiredly, she suddenly felt so hungry. Her brows furrowed, “Kelvin…Kel.. Can you prepare me breakfast?” She called out lazily. She had always done this when she was tired and she was used to it. But to her surprise, the house remained silent even after her cries. Her eyes flashed with confusion. “Are they still sleeping or is he purposely ignoring me?” She muttered when she remembered that Kelvin had been angry when she left yesterday. She rubbed her forehead, stood up then prepared to go check on them in the bedroom “Do you have to be so petty? I went to save a life. You should really understand —” Diana’s words paused as she stared at the document on the table. She picked it up with curiosity, then opened the first page, but when she saw the headings, her eyes froze. She immediately turned to the last page, and when she saw the lone signature— Diana stiffened in shock.
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