, prompting him to halt his

unced, motioning to the investor and hi

child, but they were already near the exit of the

sake, Chelsea is dead," he scolded himse

*

m was cozy, furnished with a comfortable but well-worn sofa and a coffee table adorned w

gh the help of Dr. Ramon, Chelsea was able to leave the country and settle in Toronto, Cana

Kara left two years later to work in the US for a large hospital. Afterward, Chelsea got a job at a firm as a contract negotiator, but h

with white cabinets and a small dining table for four. A hint of freshly brewed coffee linge

is such a large city," Kara passed Chelsea a cup of hot coffee. "And besides, you're no longer Chelsea Kni

. I've never been able to forget all that Liam did to me, but I have no other choice.

won't be able to tell he's his son. Doe

m the coffee. "I made sure of that.

head with a cocky smile. He was glad his room was close to the kitchen. His mother seemed to

of the Knights dynasty. He had investigated his father on the internet, the same father who had tried to

n school, as it concerned the first step in his plan. He quickly

air. "Oh, honey, I'm so s

lo, not 'honey,' lady," he frowned, no

r aunt Kara like that; she was

d she wondered why because he was, in fact, a child. She also knew that Xolo didn't

She adjusted her glasses slightly to get a clearer view. "Ta

e saw the snarl on Xolo'

how Xolo bore a striking resemblance to his father, from the

nd now," he sat beside his mom, a huge grin dancing o

table. "Really," Chelsea smiled, ru

er hands dramatically in the air. "Isn

using her to flinch. "Damn, th

ing I do, I do for my son. On Monday, I'll be

arranged my

eat. Thank

Xolo. I'm so proud of th

also thank you for l

*

ling morning, and Chelsea was dropping off her son for his first day of school here, before going

htly as she spoke, "Now remember, Xolo, behave yourself and listen to your teacher; I've alread

He quickly swatted her hand away, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Mom, that's embarrassing. I'm no

s just too mature for his age. "Alright, X

ted some investigations and discovered that Kevin Knights, the son of his father, Liam Knights, went to this

lo handed her a small box of homemade

ookies, Xolo, and you know

ently, fluttering his thick and long eyelashes, "but t

quizzically, her curio

purpose of the cookies. "Yes, Mom. I thought it wou

Chelsea smiled gratefully and accepted

e knew that this day would mark the beginning of his plan to exact his revenge on his so-calle

*

her job. This was her dream career, but having been a housewife, she hadn't been able to pursue her dreams then. Chelsea smoothed her hands across her pencil skirt and adjusted her

" the lady who had attended to her when she arrived directed her

e in a few minutes. He's

ght out a box of cookies, placing them on the table. Unbeknownst to

, it was a pleasure," a voice w

ipped a beat, fear gripping her entirely. "No,

ho had tortured her, attempted to kill

s from the table and made to run, but just then, the door of the inner

carlett