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…”

interrupted him, worried that he will ask something that

standing by the roadside of a different country. The street lights cast a long shadow of

man that night was Matthew as Dolores suspected. The woman was dead and the hotel’s

Dolores and saw what happened that night and told

further and he didn’t want Dolores to know. He liked her and wanted to take care

man that

if

She turned around and a person approached from the bright light. The deep features were hidden by the bright sunlight. Through the light scattered by the floating dust, she saw clearly

to

a local,” Sampson

Boom.

Dolores’ heart. Local? That meant that what she saw

did you

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

before her. He looked at the number on the phone

calm, “I wasn’t nervous. Your sudden appearance scared

bent over to

a chill running down her spine when he stared at her and couldn’t reply. At this moment, Coral served the

crunchy and sweet. Have a

Matthew’s gaze to pick up the apples. They were very sweet and juicy. She took one

didn’t move and stared

cool

at her,

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

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