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.

together ever since Kent returned to the city, so this proposed

While it was true that the magazine office was busy these days, the

after tomorrow, and decided on the time and place

short notice that it slipped from Melinda’s mind to mention it to Jonas. Kent’s return had a lasting effect on Jonas, and his temper ran short over the littlest things. At home he was acting coldly towards Melinda,

was just that he was floundering, clueless on how to go about his feelings. And he

being the case, Melinda’s outing was never brought up in recently curt conversations between the

Saturday, Queena pulled Melinda into her painting studio. She had discovered a few days ago that Melinda was talented in the arts as well, and Nelson all but sang

the whole turn of events. Queena seemed keen on sharing her

If her mother-in-law truly discovered her painting skills... well, it didn’t even

her supplies and telling Melinda the best spot to paint at any given time of day,

She was always amazed at how dedicated artists were to their craft, and being inside Queena’s studio gave her a glimpse into the latter’s mind from a perspective that was

was feeling a bit of emotion, surrounded as she was by all the paint and heaps of blank

she had drawn a paintbrush across a clean

her head to look at her mother-in-law in surprise. The older woman only smiled.

tended to shower you with... anything she could, really. And if you let your

in that room, and Melinda finally gave in and allowed herself to be pushed to a

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

on canvas. She was still reeling from a myriad of heavy emotions, emotions that were a

as she looked at Melinda’s canvas. "You are

of colors, but she could tell

fall short with his praises. It seemed like Queena’s good mood had translated well to picture. "I’ll probably be able

that she could do a whole lot

commented absentmindedly, thinking back on a painting they had both made for Nelson’s birthday in

wasn’t in the right headspace today," Melinda muttered, giving him a sideways

Is

on the matter, though, and in turn he himself was distracted all

breezed through breakfast, and left the mansion as soon as she was done.

said, showing up suddenly on his side. "I thought it best to let you know that the younger madam

incident?" A thunderous expression took over Jonas's

at his young master’s words; the younger

was a

none of the elders in the family stepped in to investigate the matter, because they

an opportunity for him to redeem himself in his wife’s eyes,

and to say that they were irked

madam did say it was no big deal. She insisted it was all a ruse to frighten her, but look at her now,

The butler was quite pleased with himself, totally unaware of the direction the young man’s thoughts were

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

knew he was teetering out of line, but he couldn’t help it. And knowing that

his phone and dialed his wife’s number, an angry anxiety etched into his face. He had the phone to his ear for only a beat when he ended the call

edge, falling to the floor with yet another painfully loud bang. It landed face up, and as it did, the screen lit up to

name "Emily." Keeping his eyes down, he picked up the mobile device and handed it gingerly to Jonas. He stood by as the young master said a single word barely