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After the woman's cry subsided, Max stroked her chest that had been beating fast. He was afraid his wife was doing something bad and for that, Max accompanied him.

Sara fell asleep after crying. Although occasionally in his sleep he still sobbed. Max looked so messed up, he really didn't know what to do.

In a way, Thompson is Sara's biological father. While on the other hand, she is a poison that kills Sara's feelings for her.

Sara always spoke in her tears, she hated Thompson.

For a moment Max hesitated, should he bring together two people who had never met him in the first place?

Judging from Sara's character, it might not have happened. And there might be bloodshed if the meeting is actually held.

Max was confused himself until he had an epiphany.

"Dad, there's something important I want to talk to you about" he said as Iglesias received the call.

"About what?"

"Thompson Cabrera."

"Sara knows the facts, doesn't she? Good thing, I'm afraid I can't hide this secret before he finds out."

Max glared in shock. What's?! His father knew and purposely covered this up?

"Dad's? Is this what I thought?"

"Indeed like that. Alara prevented me from telling Sara, and let her know in her own way."

"But, Dad ...."

"Let him choose his own path, destiny we sometimes cannot accept, but behind it there is a satisfying answer to all questions."

Max is pensive after Iglesias disconnects. It turns out that his father knew about this as well, and perhaps this is why Iglesias did not stop him when he heard the news of his marriage?

"I'm just a fool who doesn't know anything here" he exclaimed and ruffled his hair.

He watched his wife who was still sobbing in sleep. Although the blanket wrapped the body, but his back was clearly visible.

He approached, gently touching the hair that was swayed by the wind in the deep. The woman was sad, she kissed that open back before closing it.

Max threw himself in his arms, hugging his wife who turned his back. Sara was still sobbing, and the tremors of her body made Max feel claustrophobic.

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"You've got any information on Stephen?"

"Just a few, the latest about Thompson's whereabouts in Elijah's private home."

Max sighed, he glanced at the woman who was still faithful curled up inside the blanket, her hair blushing from behind the white blanket.

"You know what happened to him?"

"Elijah stopped his assassination plot on Senora."

The blue bead clenched its hands, holding back furiously due to the shocking news. If Sara had known that fact, she probably would have hated Thompson even more.

The one who made him exist in this world, wished for him to return quickly to the afterlife.

"I don't know what Stephen's thinking, just keep an eye on him."

"Okay, Senor."

Just as the afternoon breeze took over, the orange grooves began to reveal themselves. The mentari starts hiding, and may soon be saying goodbye.

The window curtain swayed, letting the gentle gust caress the self-appearing brown hair.

"Prepare departure tomorrow. I'll take care of everything tonight, my wife isn't safe here."

"Si?" Alex asked to make sure.

"You heard it, Alex!"

"Good."

Without Max realizing it, the brown eyes were open. He heard their brief conversation, making his heart again stumble in disappointment.

He got up, rubbed his thick eyes, looking at the silent Max looking out the window.

The man turned his head, smiled and approached his wife. "You awake? Go take a shower, we'll spend our last night here."

Sara looked at the blue bead, then down at her hand that Max was holding. "We're really going home? I still want to be here."

"I can't let you get in trouble, you're my life, Sara."

He could see the blue bead that always teased him was not that happy. Sara lowered her head, looked back at the link of their hands then raised her gaze and met the blue bead again.

"Can you let me meet Thompson? I want to see how people make me exist."

The begging gaze that had the sorrowful gurgle silenced Max's mouth. He had to shake his head.

Either way, this will happen. And perhaps it is best to hasten the meeting of the two.

"You sure? I'll keep you company."

Sara was weak. "I'll see him myself."

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As the woman wished, Max drove her to the place occupied by the middle-aged man, who spent the rest of her days indoors, tied up and handcuffed by her own son.

Right in front of the room, Sara stopped her steps for a moment, exhaling her breath slowly to ease the nervousness that suddenly approached.

He did not know what to say, say hello or ask for news. They had never met before, and this was suddenly fate toying with.

Knocking on the door and exhaling again, Sara pulled the doorknob after a sound from inside. Sounds like a snarl, not clear.

At the door, he was glued. The man he was about to meet was lying down, more precisely forced to lie down.

The handcuffs locked onto the movement, and the forced movement left his hands injured.

"You?!" Furious at the man who was forced to lie down, his black eyes flashed sharply, forcing Sara to remain standing in place. "Stephen hasn't killed you yet?! What a brash fucking kid!"

Thompson's hands clenched, his teeth clenched in a sinister tone. Sara held her breath, she shrieked.

"Who sent you here son of a bitch?! Did you come to mock me, then kill me? Don't expect, even in a dream you won't be able to kill me!"

Sara approached with a flat face, she was about to sit on the bedside chair where Thompson was, but the man's violent movements automatically stopped her.

"Don't come near me! You son of a bitch don't know yourself! A despicable and unworthy child, you're the same as your mother, selling yourself to a rich man!"

His chocolate bead sharpened, he clenched his hands, flowing with already evaporating anger. He knew this was going to happen, Max had already replaced him with various statements.

'He wants your life, Sara.'

Maintaining her flat face, Sara chose to sit down. His knee joint was limp, he could not maintain such a position to keep an eye on Thompson's state.

"P-pa ... papa ...," he said slowly, successfully making Thompson's movements more violent.

"You son of a nette, you have no right to call me that with your net mouth!"

The entire muscle in his body was limp, unexpectedly after hearing it straight away, still the pain came. Although he had expected that there would be hateful expressions from the mouth of someone who was his biological father.

"What makes you hate Mama?"

"He's nalaang! A nether who deserves to die, I must hate him and kill him with my own hands!"

Sara caught the voice full of hatred, the aura of wanting to kill from every move and Thompson's gaze. Although

"Why? Why do you hate him? Even until he's not around, you still hold a grudge against me. Aren't you my Papa?"

The snarl of hatred turned into a terrifying laugh, a vengeful laugh and a very creepy air.

"You're not my son! You're the kid in the brothel by that nettle! Do you deserve to call me your father?!"

Sara was still staring flatly, no expression she showed Thompson.

"You must die! You must die, jalaang! I've spent my whole life hating you, you have to die at my hands!"

Not moving from her seat, Sara looked at the black eyes that hated her without a blink.

"Then get yourself out of those handcuffs and kill me. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll die before me."

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