Yvette to come and take care of you for a couple days."

“No need for that, Dad. That's what maids are for. Don't bother Yvette.

Besides, I'll be at school all day. Don't worry about me." Chantel didn't dare to look into Wesley's eyes because she felt guilty. Her eyes darted from place to place.

Wesley was so pissed off he didn't pay much attention to her.

Otherwise, he would have figured out she was involved.

“I wish Rika was an awesome girl like you. She is such a drama queen! It seems she'll always keep me on my toes, old as I am," he sighed.

“Rika's too much of a free spirit to be tied down. We'll find her,"

Chantel comforted him.

“Of course we will. Together again with Carlos! It'll be like old times. She can't hide from us both," Wesley said through gritted teeth.

Meanwhile, a Lone figure reached the shore. The pregnant girl, the one who had turned the households of two powerful families upside down. She crouched down and put her hands on her knees, out of breath. Excited, she stepped onto a rock and stretched out her arms to embrace the freedom.

"Ahhh! Finally free! I'm all by myself. No family, no husband! No one to be accountable to. Smell that fresh air!"

At last, she put her hands on her bulging belly and smiled happily.

"Little ones, I will definitely bring you into this world safely," she told herself.

She had already gotten a lot done. Before her trip, she withdrew a hundred thousand dollars, and had the cash in her bag.

She had calculated that if she was smart and budgeted well, she wouldn't have to withdraw any more money for several months.

When she really ran out of money Later, she could take photos for people and make money that way.

The pregnant woman found a place to rest for a while so she could get her energy back. Finally, she got the address of the dock and boarded a ship to cross international waters, and get away from Cass.

Erica looked out at the sea, and swore inwardly, ‘Matthew, I don't deserve you. When I come back, I will be worthy of your love. I was a little girl; when I find you again, I'll be a woman. Wait for me!*

At Hilton Group

Matthew stood in front of the French window smoking a cigarette. Three days ago, he was in Cass. Two days ago, he'd come back home.

Right now, he was wondering if the pregnant woman had suffered any setbacks.

Knock, knock, knock! There was a knock at the door.

It was Owen. He walked right in when he was bidden to do so. He wasn't surprised that Matthew was smoking more nowadays.

“I found something,

Matthew. The ‘accident' in the Blessing Palace was no accident. Someone set that up deliberately..."