
"It's a shame that your results are also not suitable" Emily said, offering a paper test results of a series of kidney recommendations checks that will be donated.
Sean mendes*h disappointed. High hopes that one of his kidneys will be suitable for Erlan, although he also did not deny that looking for kidneys from donors who do not have blood relationships is very difficult.
And at a time like this, it was Allesya's pretty face that passed through her mind. The face that is implied in all prayers for Erlan's recovery. The face that drew the line of grief would be Erlan's pain. A smiling face to Erlan's happiness.
It is heartbreaking to see the woman whose heart is shaken for the sake of another man. It was so exciting to hear Allesya's sweet lips say firmly that Erlan was her happiness. Resigned at a time when he was unable to avoid the incision of thousands of knives that continued to carve unconditional wounds in his heart.
It feels like he wants to take Allesya forcibly. Facing him with selfishness. Losing it on the basis of unilateral ownership.
But he presses strongly a sense of ego that misleads to the bottom of the niche, letting everything go by the name sincerity. Desire to be happy with Allesya.
"Has he really no longer had any other relatives?"
Emily took off her work glasses followed by a groggy patch. " For fifteen years I lived with him in the same orphanage I knew that Erlan used to be a baby that a foreign woman found and ushered into an orphanage to get a decent life," said Emily.
"Foreign woman?" Sean corrected.
"Yes, the foreign woman who claimed to have found Elran's baby was stranded by the side of the road."
"Do you know where that woman is now?"
Emily shook her head in lethargy as she meant that she did not know to know.
Drrt..! Drrt..! Drrt..!
Sean turned his gaze towards the quivering pocket of his coat. He swung a flat object from inside. An expectant face mimic immediately emanated when Jeffrey's name was listed on the screen of his phone.
"I'm sorry, it looks like our business today while it's quite up here, I'm leaving now" Sean said before answering a phone call that asked to be received.
Emily nodded with a friendly smile. "All right."
Arriving outside Emily's room, Sean immediately answered a phone call that had not been picked up.
"Hello?"
"We have found the culprit along with evidence of the crime. What's the next thing you want to do?"
The corner of the lip turns upward. "Let the culprit enjoy his life in prison."
"You sure you don't want to preach first?"
"Allesya has the right to do so."
"There's one more thing you should know. Turns out one of the culprits was the daughter of Thomson Lores, one of the clients who worked with your company in London."
Sean furrowed his two thick eyebrows until they almost fused together. What else is this? Why is his life full of surprises? Everything connected with Allesya is like two ends of a rope tied together. We will meet at the same point.
"If it's let me take care of it."
"All right."
"Thank you."
"It's not free."
"Ck! Alright I'll accept your tender unconditionally."
"The right decision."
Tut! Call ended
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THE PLAQUE!
Spanking darted sharply on the cheeks of the owner of a handsome face that looked resigned. There is no resistance or counter-eye obstruction because it does not accept the treatment obtained.
"It's brave of you to treat my daughter like a cheap woman!" The hot aura of fire-ignited anger invites Raffaresh's indignation.
Yes, Sean is currently at the Damirich residence. Face to face with Raffaresh, Allesya's father.
The story, after handing Becca and Oliv to the police for reports of crimes that endanger Allesya and cause the loss of life of the fetus in the womb and defamation, the next day Sean went to the Allesya campus.
The entire campus was made in an uproar by the existence of Sean who tried to clear the good name of Allesya by straightening all the accusations of wrong people against him. Putting aside his pride and shame, his mouth clearly announced that Allesya was a victim of his deeds.
Until finally, Sean's reckless action was heard to Raffaresh's ears. And brought his feet to his current position, which is in the residence of the Damirich family.
"Where was your brain at the time, huh?!"
THE PLAQUE!
As if a previous slap hadn't quite quieted his anger, Raffaresh slapped Sean's cheek so hard that his face slammed to the side. While Raffaela appeared several times trying to stop the wrath of the Husband by uttering sedative sentences even though it ended in vain.
"I'm sorry," just a word that can be said from the tip of Sean's tongue.
"Because of your filthy actions, my daughter almost died of a miscarriage!" the rumbling inside his chest was still stirring. "My daughter has suffered so much over the years. Why do you still have to add to his suffering again? You're a real asshole!" the blood dam inside his head seemed to have reached its highest boiling point and was ready to be evaporated.
One hand grabbed the golf stick located in one corner of the room then lifted the stick made of iron and ready to be floated towards Sean.
"Faresh stop!" raffaela's screams accompanied by a pull of her hand suddenly undo the intention of the Husband. "You must act with a cold head. Don't be like this, your actions can hurt him," he said.
Feeling the words of the Wife had a point, Raffaresh took a step back and sat his body on the soft sofa of the living room. Give his heart a chance to return to normal.
As a wife, Raffaela also took the initiative to calm the emotions of the Husband by gently rubbing up and down his wide back.
"Seanie darling.. Come here," call Raffaela out of the blue. Making Allesya who had been standing at the bottom corner of the stairs with a tense feeling immediately gasped.
For him this is the first time to see the angry side of Daddy. He did not expect that Raffaresh who was always gentle and loving to him could be that crazy if he was angry.
"Seanie..," called Mommy back because Allesya never answered.
"Yes Mom," he said softly as his feet approached Raffaela.
"Honey, you take our guests to another room and please treat the wound," he asked, leaving no softness in every speech.
"Good Mom."
Allesya leads her to look at Sean who is still mambatu and mambatu. And he quickly stepped closer to Sean and pulled his hand to be carried away leaving the living room.
"Raffaela, why are you still being so kind to him? Should have kicked the man out of here, not had Seanie treat his wounds," Faresh protested, inexhaustible with his wife who could still be kind to the man who had hurt their daughter. "Aren't you hurt and disappointed too?
"You're wrong to ask like that Faresh. Which heart a mother receives if her daughter becomes a victim of abuse" she argued. Gently looking at the face of the husband who still looks very handsome at his age who has stepped on the head of the number five. "At least we have to look at it from another point of view as well Faresh. Didn't you see the effort to clear our daughter's good name on campus? He even managed to drag out the perpetrator who once harmed our daughter quickly. It's very clear that Sean is trying to correct all his mistakes to Seanie" he said with a conclusion that he got.
Raffaresh clucked in annoyance. "Ck! If Seanie had been open a little, I would have been able to drag out the Perpetrator, too" Faresh didn't want to lose.
"That's because Seanie is still devastated by the incident that has happened to her," Raffaela commented on the warm smile. "Did you know? He reminds me of you before we got married."
Raffaresh turned his neck towards the wife. He could quickly grasp the intent of the words of the beloved lady before him at this moment. "Please don't mention that Raffaela. You're making me feel guilty again."
Not heeding Raffaresh's request, Raffaela continued her sentence. "You used to make the same mistakes Sean made. You even repeated my*s until I passed out and had to be rushed to the Hospital, and you..,"
Raffaela's words were interrupted when Raffaresh bent his lips by kissing her suddenly. "I told you, don't bring it back" Raffaresh said after removing his lip.
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