When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Her eyes darted around until they landed on a motorcycle parked by the roadside, a glimmer of relief washing over her.

As they settled into the cafe, Fernando entered with another man in tow who appeared disheveled and unkempt, resembling a homeless individual.

His eyes were obscured by long, matted hair; his body was caked with mud; and his nails were overgrown.

Trembling with panic, the man awaited instructions.

“Proceed,” Fernando commanded.

The homeless man raised his head, scanning the room until his gaze fixated on Haley.

He lunged toward her and shouted, “It’s her! She’s the one! She told me to push the door!”

“Let go of me! Stop talking nonsense!” Haley cried out in fear, desperately struggling against the homeless man’s grip.

Despite her efforts, his hold only tightened, his jagged nails digging into her skin, causing her intense pain that rendered her immobile.

Frantically, she pleaded with Stella for assistance.

“Stella, please!

I’m your mother.

You have to believe me! This man is just a stranger!”

firm as he locked eyes with Haley,

me money to

friend wasn’t

because of me, and now,

she questioned, “Why? Why would you pay a homeless man to hurt me?

making things up!” Haley

in her eyes as she faced Stella’s hurt expression and Matthew’s icy

through her, but a flicker of

had a trump card-the DNA

breath, she pleaded, “Stella,

I’m your mother.

been apart for so long, but now we’ve finally found

you? Trust me, I

”

the homeless man lunged towards Haley, his hand raised

he could strike, Fernando

him a glance, and Fernando ordered the bodyguards to escort Haley

two large men seized

Fernando snorted.

you refuse to

We’ll investigate.

the truth comes out, you’re

you