Very soon, Sampson’s voice was heard, “Lola, it’s me.”

Dolores’ tone became very anxious, “Yes.”

Sampson paused for a moment before saying, “The woman you mentioned is dead…”

“What?” Sampson had not finished and was interrupted by Dolores. How did she die? She was clearly healthy and not that old. How could she die just like that?

“Lola.” Sampson called out to her tenderly to comfort her, “Don’t be worked up. This issue doesn’t need to be investigated through this woman…”

Dolores gripped the phone tightly and was anxious. She couldn’t calm down and she wasn’t sure why she was so anxious. Was it because her hopes were dashed or something else? She didn’t know. She only knew that she was unsettled.

Her eyes drooped, “Is there anymore leads?” Did she over expect this?

Sampson was silent. The two remained silent but didn’t end the call. It was so quiet that they could hear each other’s breathing.

After a long while, Sampson said, “Lola…” he said then paused, “Do you really want to know who the father of the child is?”

Dolores lowered her head to look at her feet. The sun rays fell around her feet and the shadows were swaying. She asked herself, did she really want to know who is the father of her child?

Dolores asked herself. When did she have such thoughts? She only started to have this desire after sensing the clue on Matthew.

“If the answer disappoints you and it isn’t the one you expected, will you still want to know?” Sampson continued to ask.

Dolores didn’t know how to answer the following questions. Perhaps she was conflicted inside her.

“Why aren’t you replying?” Sampson forced an answer.

There were many types of feelings in existence. One type was known as love through familiarity. She had lived with Matthew under the same roof. Would that result in love? This was why Sampson questioned her.

“Lola…”

that he will ask something that she

was at night in A country. Sampson was standing by the roadside of a different country. The street lights cast a long shadow of him along the

that night was Matthew as Dolores suspected. The woman was dead and

that night and told him confidently that the man was Matthew. But he didn’t want to acknowledge

didn’t dare to think further and he didn’t want Dolores to know. He liked her and wanted to take care of her. He was after all the

the man that night…” Sampson

and felt as if it was stuck

light. The deep features were hidden by the bright sunlight. Through the light scattered by the floating dust, she saw clearly who he was and her expression

anticipating for Sampson to say the person whom

a

Boom.

That meant that what she saw on Matthew

did you

in a hurry. In her anxiety, she dropped the phone with a

over to pick it up but Matthew picked it up before her. He looked at the number on the phone and narrowed his eyes, “Who was that to cause you to be so

calm, “I wasn’t nervous. Your

bent over to look at

and couldn’t reply. At this moment, Coral served the apples and broke the

sweet. Have a taste.” Coral placed the

to pick up the apples. They

and didn’t move and stared at her hand with

cool and

looked at her, “I’ll forgive you since you’re so

she was trying to change the topic. Coral laughed and understood that it was time for

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