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He looks completely unamused.

“You never honored your promise to him, You asked him to serve you for twenty-five years as your driver so that you will establish any business of his choice for him at retirement,” I remind Father, “But when it was time for you to settle him, you asked for his vast land, the only thing he had in the world, in exchange for what you already promised him, just because the land shared boundaries with our hospital here.” I have a frustrated sigh as I run my hand through my hair.

“Though he gave you the land in exchange for the cheque in an envelope, a check he couldn't cash out at the end of the day because he had a heart attack and died while explaining and trying to hand over the check to his kids who never still opened that envelope, but returned it to you to have their land back, but you refused so, they left the envelope on your desk and never cashed it too.” I shake my head as I glare at him.

“I was only helping,” Father says. They needed the check more than the land since they didn't even have money to develop it.” He shrugs, “I was only doing them a favor.”

“Well, haven't they proved to you that the land is much more precious to them than the check by refusing to cash it?” I ask rhetorically because he knows damn well that they weren't willing to accept his offer.

I look away from my father and feel my throat constricting painfully. “This has just been a total waste of time,” I say, then turn to take my leave, quickly walking out of the office.

I head to the car and see Winnie standing by the passenger door, her eyes staring at something or someone.

My chest clenches as I approach her. Her back still turned towards me.

I know I haven't been particularly friendly to her, and I hope she forgives me.

“Winnie?” I asked softly, putting a hand on her shoulder lightly.

“Ted,” She jumps, turning to me. “I just saw her.” She says with urgency in her voice, her eyes pleading with me.

“Who?” I question.

“The weird wedding guest,” she answered and turned back to the direction she was facing. My eyes followed a nurse heading toward the hospital.

“Let's go meet her,” Winnie says, and before I can utter a word, she is already on her way to meet the nurse.

“Wait…” I trail off, seeing she's getting closer, and the nurse has stopped moving.

“Damn,” I mutter and look back into the car to see Luna still sleeping.

I take Luna out of the car before rushing with her on my shoulder to meet Winnie. I stand next to the nurse and talk to her.

“You look familiar.” I hear Winnie say, as I get to them, “Aren't you the nurse who delivered me of my babies?” Winnie asks, and I watch the nurse’s facial expression change in surprise as her gaze focuses on Winnie.

“I… I don't think so.” She stutters, and I know she's lying.

Winnie seems to sense that, too, because she presses the matter further: “I can bet that your face looks familiar. You were at our wedding, and for some reason, it feels like I’ve seen you somewhere else before then.”

“I don't think…” She trails off, then heaves out a sigh of defeat.

“Yes, I'm Nurse Mia, who assisted Dr. Sam in delivering your babies. And I feel guilty every day that I had to sedate you right after the last baby came out so that your babies would be taken from you to an orphanage home. I'm sorry I took Dr. Sam’s offer; I needed the money for my kids. I'm sorry.” She pleads, and I feel the anger burning inside of me at the mention of my father’s name.

“What orphanage were they taken to?” I ask with grit teeth, not trusting myself with more words.

“Our Mother Orphanage Home in Las Vegas,” she replies, her face contorting, her eyes showing pain at what she'd done.

“Let's go,” I say, grabbing Winnie’s hand and gently pulling her back towards the car.

“I'm very sorry.” I hear the nurse call from behind us.

CHAPTER 16

Winnie

The frustration on Ted's face instantly bitters my mouth, and the worried lines on his forehead suddenly transform into a taste of bile.

Trying to take the bitterness off my tongue, I choose instead to admire his tousled hair, which has been rubbed several times and is now disjointed. This is a sharp contrast to what it always is: well-oiled and slicked back.

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