Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

The letter then went on to say: But if your uncle and his family aren’t willing to behave, retrieve the will. I’ll be long gone and can no longer see their ruination. I’m not going to interfere in the matter anymore, but please don’t blame me for covering up for them. The whereabouts of the will lay with your parents.

The will is with my parents? Shane clutched the letter in his hands, his brows furrowing deeply. My parents passed away almost ten years before Grandpa did, so how can the will be in their possession? This is probably a riddle!

As he was mulling it over, the cell phone in his pocket rang out of the blue.

Corralling his thoughts, he hurriedly retrieved his cell phone. When he saw that it was a call from Natalie, he hesitated for a few seconds before finally answering. “Hello?”

Upon hearing the man’s voice, Natalie breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank God he answered my call! I thought he was going to let it go to voicemail. Although his voice was cold and indifferent, she was already ecstatic that he picked up the call. After all, he didn’t even reply to her message earlier in the morning. Now that he answered my call, does it mean that his anger has dissipated significantly?

“Are you off work, Shane?” she inquired.

The man on the line merely grunted in affirmation.

Nonetheless, a smile bloomed on Natalie’s face. “That’s great! I’ll come and pick you up with the kids, then. We’ll go home together, okay?”

Pursing his lips, Shane replied, “It’s okay, you guys go ahead.”

Hearing that, Natalie’s smile froze for a second. “But you’ve gotten off work, no?”

thought his willingness to take her call meant that his anger had

it seems that I read too much into

I’ll head home by

saying that, Shane hung up the phone without giving

phone that had reverted to

does Daddy not want us to pick him up?” Connor easily figured out the conversation that had taken place via phone call when he

with a forced smile. “It’s okay. Daddy said to head home

is he going home?”

her eyes to conceal the anguish in them. “He’ll be going home

Sharon settled into her seat, believing her

frowned in contemplation of something

seven o’clock when they arrived

car door, the two children leaped out of

good boy and girl you are!” The housekeeper ruffled the children’s hair lovingly. Then, she shifted her gaze

in response. “No, he went

back there?” Mrs. Wilson was very much

either. Perhaps he has something to do over

has never gone back ever since Mr. Thompson