My Beloved Arana's

Chapter 63: Bad Plan

Arana took a deep breath, calmed her emotions and said, "Sorry."

Then, he turned off the phone call and leaned on the sofa. Her glassy bead looked at the window. Bright sunlight. Birds fly freely, seem to insult him because they do not feel the same freedom as it seems. Befriend family and friends.

He knew that his attitude was impulsive. He should be able to hold back his emotions and be more patient with Ella.

But Arana acted selfishly this time.

Arana vows that she doesn't want to get Michael's company into trouble. He never expected that Michael would be so angry, just for losing his cooperation with Ella's father's company. He never thought about every threat he heard. He just kept quiet, and survived. Although their power presses her, hindering her from moving forward, Arana is always silent because she thinks there will be a time when she will not be pressured by their threats.

This time, when he was a speck of arrogance, feeling that he already had a parental figure that would protect him, it became wishful thinking to even slap him. It is still a substitute.

And the surrogate, will never get the same treatment as the original.

His eyelashes are blinking. The pair of honey beads looked straight ahead, as slowly, a clear liquid decays soaking down his cheeks. Arana bit her lip, holding back the stuffing she was trying to hold.

His hand did not stay silent to save the clothes he was wearing, even occasionally hit his left chest that felt stabbed. So painful, that his sobs sounded so heartbreaking.

"Hiks.. Hicks.."

Arana wants to roar. He wanted to express the injustice he had received. He wanted to get back into his grandmother's arms, hug her and complain to her about his hard and painful life. If in the end he would be left behind, why would he exist?

Why should he be born?

Arana only wanted her parents to look at her for once, but what she did was always wrong in their eyes.

"Hiks.."

Too claustrophobic, Arana doesn't even realize that since then, Rosa is standing behind the door, behind her with a cell phone connected to a call on someone. His pair of manics glanced back, before looking straight ahead again. His lips moved, letting out a soundless murmur. "The poor boy."

...***...

"Boss, there's a file that needs—"

When Erlan entered Alva's study, she stopped her voice when she saw the unpleasant aura surrounding Alva. He looked straight ahead with a sharp gaze that made Erlan's hair bristle, and his right hand held the phone, bringing it closer to his ear.

I don't know what you're listening to, but it doesn't seem like a good thing.

Should Erlan approach him now?

"Maybe later. Now save yourself first." His mind turned around, before the cold voice behind him stopped him. "Lan, stop."

Erlan put on a smile just as she turned around. "Yes boss? Anything on?"

"I found one more weakness of Alana."

Erlan frowned. Oh, so his revenge is still going on despite having a happy household with Arana?

Alva went on to say, "Have Calvian investigate the girl named Olivia who once tried to attack Arana during the wedding. Tell him not to miss any information."

Alva, won't let go of them, one!

Erlan had just picked up her phone when Alva's voice came back. "One more thing. Find out who's been insulting Arana at her college. I have to give him a little surprise, so he can keep his mouth better in the future."

"Good." Erlan muttered.

Ah, again the man who went into the lion's den to commit suicide. Em, or actually just a dragon, huh?

...***...

Compressing her eyes using cold compresses so as not to overflow, Arana occasionally sighed. Pondering how cute and weak he was. Arana blinked, adjusting her vision after feeling a chill for a while. Alva will be back soon, and she hasn't prepared dinner for Alva.

Although Alva has been wanted not to cook during his recovery, Arana still recklessly entered the kitchen to cook.

The reason is yes, Arana just wants to.

There is no particular reason, but Arana really just loves to cook and wants to make food with her own hands.

Arana does not always sit in a wheelchair. When he needs to fry or stir-fry something, he will stand up. If just slicing ingredients or concocting and washing, Arana can do it while sitting. Although not so comfortable doing it with a sitting position, but the food he made is no different from usual.

Rise up, Arana reached out her hand to grab the ketchup bottle on the shelf, and mixed the black viscous liquid into her broiled chicken.

Chicken suir is his favorite food, in fact, one of his favorite foods. When her grandmother was alive, she often made Arana a soy sauce chicken that tastes not only sweet, but also sour and sweet.

So when Arana was still here, she wanted to make Alva feel the taste of her home-cooked meals. Which is actually common, but Arana wants Alva to like and remember her cooking.

"Where? You're fooling me again." The voice came from Rosa who was standing around her waist in front of the door.

Arana gave a shy smile. "It's late at night. I also want to cook instead of buying. Sis Rosa also wait until she gets home. Let's have dinner together."

Rosa shook her head. "Thank you for the offer, Alana. But I have to go home, my son will be back from abroad tonight. So, the next few days I can't stay in the apartment for long. I'm just gonna come over here to check your legs."

"Mn, okay. May the day of Brother Rosa and brother Rosa's son be pleasant when they are gathered."

Arana nodded, understanding and understanding of Rosa's situation. Of course the woman should accompany her son. Even if the woman intends to accompany him, Arana will force not to come to the apartment and accompany her son around or just chat to treat longing.

"I'll help you prepare dinner. So, you can wait in the main room."

"All right, thank you, sister Rosa."

After all, the food is cooked. So he wouldn't trouble Rosa by helping her cook. Arana slowly rolled her wheelchair into the main room, turned on the television and watched the news circulate on the television screen that almost filled one side of the apartment wall.

Not realizing that at the same time elsewhere, someone tried to do something bad to him.

"I'm going to expose the secret to Alva. Just wait and see, how Alva will be wrathful all this time toyed with by him."