His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 95

"Thought you ladies might need a pick-me-up," he said with a grin. "Thank you, Carlos!" I replied, grateful for the gesture.]

Vesta raised an eyebrow, a mysterious smile crossing her face as she looked between us. "Wow, look who's playing the hero today!"]

Carlos chuckled, glancing at Vesta's work log. "Just checking in on your progress, Vesta. You know, keeping tabs."]

"Is that so?" Vesta said playfully, a teasing glint in her eyes.[]

He finished delivering the coffee and stayed for a moment, chatting casually before heading back out.]

Vesta leaned closer to me, a teasing grin on her face. "Looks like your presence keeps Carlos around here."]]

I laughed. "Maybe he just wants to make sure I'm staying focused," I joked back, taking a sip of my coffee.

Time flew by as Vesta and I continued to talk, sharing ideas and memories. The sun dipped lower in the sky, and I felt a sense of camaraderie growing stronger between us. I realized how much I had missed this connection.] "Okay, enough reminiscing," I said after a while, my expression shifting to seriousness. "I have some information I need to

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act on.

"Good idea. What's next?" Vesta asked, leaning in with genuine interest.[]

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he replied, concern creeping into his tone. "I'm fine! I

driver opening the door for him. I noticed the bags under his eyes; he looked like he hadn't slept much

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frowned, crossing his arms. "Driving while tired is a sign of disrespect for your own safety, Doris," he insisted

I had no choice. "Alright, fine. I'll get in the car," I relented, appreciating his concern even as I felt a bit

down a busy street, and I tried to clear my mind of everything except the task ahead. But suddenly, a woman dashed out in front of us. Her hair was unkempt, and her clothes were torn and tattered. It took a moment to register who she

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think you can walk away from what you did?" she spat, stepping closer to the