Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

These gangsters, however, weren't as dumb as they seemed. They were professionals who knew how to track the two boys by following the trails they left behind.

After about ten minutes, they found themselves deep inside the forest.

At a fork in the path, Boswell grabbed Damian's hand, huffing and puffing to catch his breath. "Damian, let's split up. Remember, when the coast is clear, get back on the road and wait for me there."

Gasping for air, Damian nodded to show that he knew what the plan was.

Boswell started to worry about his brother when he sensed a hesitation in Damian's expression. "Damian, are you okay?"

Damian swallowed and answered, "Don't...worry. Just go... I can do this..."

"Well, just try to remember the rules of surviving in the wild Dad taught us!" Boswell gave his brother an assuring pat on the back. On the afternoon some time ago, Matthew didn't go to the company, but stayed at home with the four children.

As Colman mentioned some primeval forest, Matthew took the chance to teach them the survival skills in the wild. Back then, Matthew thought that he would have to coax them into listening to him, but to his surprise, the children gave him their undivided attention and listened to every instruction he gave them.

Luckily the kids were all gifted with good memory as they were able to catch all of the important information, even though Matthew only explained it to them once. Perhaps, that could explain why the four of them could speak so many words, even though they were only three years old.

Damian nodded his head with confidence. He didn't speak a word, because he had to conserve his strength.

By then, the gangsters had already caught up to them. One of them shouted, "They're over there! Hurry up!"

In a panic, Boswell pushed Damian away and shouted, "Run!"

Without wasting another second, Damian ran down the path on the right. What he didn't know was that Boswell didn't run. He stood exactly where he was and didn't move.

When the gangsters were close enough, Boswell made a face at them and taunted, "Come on, catch me if you can!" The brave boy was trying to lure their chasers away from his brother so that he could be safe.

His arrogance infuriated the gangsters even more. One of the men, rested his hands on his hips, struggling to catch his breath. "Barry...go ahead and chase that one. We'll go after this one here!"

no choice but to run after the boy. He carried on the path where

ran in different paths hoping to lose

to show that they were,

Erica had stopped in front of a house just as the man on the phone had instructed. She pushed open the door of the car

and Erica could see the two bedrooms and one living room from where she was standing. As soon as she reached

She shouted, "Boswell? Damian?"

silence and nothing moved, almost as though the

more carefully. Suddenly, her

inside the house in

man knew where she was exactly. "Sure, I'll go inside, but where are my

inside that

into the

Her phone rang again. This time it was Matthew. "Where are you? I've arrived

me to come

anything. I'll be

their sons to

lived there for a very long time. The only occupants of the room were a few pieces of broken furniture that had gathered multiple layers

match at the wall just outside the house. As soon as the flame made contact with the wall doused in gasoline, it caught fire, roaring wildly

into a maze of flame. Black smoke billowed up and there was

what seemed like a towering inferno. His heart sank almost instantly. His

surprise of the two people inside the house now, the arsonist came out

to turn around and watch helplessly as someone locked him inside. It was made clear to him that he had just

spite of everything, he decided to look for Erica and the children first. After all, he had to make sure that they were safe and sound.

rummaging around in a bedroom, but she still couldn't find

"Rika!"

soon as his voice entered her ears, Erica ran over to him and grabbed his arm. "Matthew,