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The contents of the SMS log were text messages between Maria and Dolores.
There were also photos sent by Maria to Dolores.
The first one was around the same time as the LEO parade, and read, [Want to know who that man was six years ago?]
Matthewâs hand was trembling slightly. At the time, she had gone alone to the second floor to cry. Was it because she had received this text message?
The second text message was at night.
Probably when he came to pick her up. She remembered that Dolores had received a text message while sitting in the car. Her expression had gone strange and she had lied to him that Theresa had texted her.
She slid down a little.
Find your next adventure at gα âη Ï Î½ð âsâ¤com [Youâve taken my money, sold your body and got pregnant unexpectedly. You donât know who the father is, do you?]
[Who are you? What do you want and why do you know about this?]
[The person at that time.]
[Whenever you want to meet me you can contact me. I heard that your store opened today. Congratulations!]]
[Your children are very cute. They look like you and also like their father].
After reading the text message, Matthew knew why Dolores suddenly left with the excuse that something had happened.
Knowing her, he might have been able to guess that it was a trap, but she was still tricked by the other party.
The other party knew her well and knew that she cared a lot about her children.
When the other party mentioned her children, she was confused.
Her hands kept shaking.
Boyce didnât dare say anything and went to the side to make a call, âAdd more people and widen the search area. Find the van as soon as possible.â âAgreed.â
Hearing the response, Boyce hung up the phone and looked back at Matthew.
The sky was getting brighter, the neon lights were no longer flashing and the streets were no longer busy. The whole atmosphere was shrouded in a layer of haze. He approached slightly.
âDo you want to go back first? Iâve already sent more personnel to look for you. If you donât come back by evening, Iâm afraid your family will be worried.â
Boyce couldnât say that he had already searched until dawn, so he had to go back, so he expressed himself tactfully, âThe children are home too. They havenât seen their mother all night, that would worry them.â
Thinking of Simona and Samuel, Matthew crouched down, feeling like he couldnât breathe.
His chest was being crushed by a heavy stone and there was no room to breathe.
Boyce worried, âMatthewâ¦â
Matthew held up his hand, indicating Boyce to wait. Without raising his head, he said quietly, âIâll bother you with this then.â
âNo problem. Donât worry, Iâll do my best to find her as soon as possible.â
Matthew turned off the screen of the phone in his hand, put it in his pocket and sat in his car.
Samuel was a delicate and sensitive boy; he was going to be very worried if Dolores didnât come home for one night. Matthew had to get home and take care of the children first.
The roads were still very quiet at this hour and only the roadside breakfast stands had opened their doors.
The morning dew was dispersing in the air with a hint of coolness.
As the car was about to reach the village, he made a U-turn and returned to the hotel. There, he showered and changed his clothes to look in a good mood before returning to the villa.
After parking the car at the villa, he looked at the time. It was half past four in the morning.
Everyone was supposed to be asleep at that time. He stepped lightly into the courtyard and pushed open the huge front door.
The room was quiet and the light was dim. He walked in and was about to go look in the childrenâs room to see the two boys when he saw a small figure lying on the couch.
He walked over to see that it was Samuel curled up on the couch, with nothing covering his body.
Matthew bent down, trying to pick him up. But as soon as he touched Samuel, Samuel woke up.
âWhereâs Mom?â
His first sentence upon waking was a question about Dolores.
His eyes were still not fully open and his voice was small and hoarse.
Matthewâs Adamâs apple went up and down mimicking his heart at that moment, ââ¦. She got a new design, the client wanted it badly so she worked overtime in the store. I stayed with her all night, she is now sleeping in the store. She asked me to come home to check on her boys.â
Samuel rubbed his eyes, âReally?â
âYes.â Matthew picked him up, âLet me take you to the room to sleep.â
Samuel had barely slept all night waiting for Dolores to return. In fact, he was very sleepy at the moment. Without realizing it, he leaned into Matthewâs arms, making his posture more comfortable and murmured, âMomâs busy again. She said sheâd be busy during the day, but sheâd certainly have time in the evening to join Simona and me. This is unexpected.â
Matthew stopped in his tracks and his body stiffened.
He lowered his head to look at the immature face in his arms. His eyes were closed and he had said those words sleepily, but they struck Matthewâs heart.
His voice was husky, âReally?â
âYes, he never says it, but I know he feels we donât have a father, so his love for us is much more than normal. He tries to make up for that lack.â Matthewâs hands around him suddenly clenchedâ¦.
âAh, it hurts!â
Matthew hurried to release his grip; he had lost control a moment ago and accidentally hugged Samuel tightly. His voice trembled slightly, âIâm sorry.â
Samuel didnât think much of it. He closed his eyes and slept on.
He was really tired.
Matthew put him on the bed. Simona, who should have been sleeping in the bed, was nowhere to be seen.
The wide bed was empty.
Matthew covered Samuel with the quilt. Samuel twisted and turned, trying to find a comfortable sleeping position.
Matthew stood by the bed and looked at him. He looked very sleepy. His little face was sunk into the pillow, showing his silhouette, his white, tender cheeks as well as his little nose. Her pink lips were slightly parted as she breathed softly.
He seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
She reached out a hand to touch Samuelâs face, gentlyâ¦.
But suddenly the bedroom door creaked open and Jessica planted herself on the threshold, âMay I have a word with you?â
Matthew nodded, withdrawing his hand and left the room. Jessica was sitting on the couch in the living room.
âLola didnât come back all night, was she with you?â Jessica asked.
âYes.â To keep Jessica from hesitating, he kept his expression extremely nonchalant.
As if nothing had happened.
âI find that hard to believe.â Jessica didnât want to believe that Samuel and Simona were Matthewâs children.
âAt that time, my son and I were in a car accident. It was very serious. Afterwards, Lola took money from somewhere and saved my life. My son could not be rescued in time and died at the scene of the accidentâ¦Later, I found out where she had taken the money from. He said he had checked and that he was a native of that country. I donât want there to be any misunderstanding. We should make sure againâ¦â
âNo need.â Matthew interrupted Jessica firmly, âNo need to make sure of anything, they are my children.â
Now he knew why Dolores needed money at that moment. It turned out.
He lowered his head, âIâm sorry I made you take care of our children alone for so long.â
Jessicaâs eyes swam with tears. âI also convinced her, saying that for a woman to be pregnant before marriage is veryâ¦â
Jessica was speechless. She didnât even know how to describe it, âI even forced her not to have them, but she wouldnât listen to me⦠so I let her be. As an unqualified mother, I could only accept it and let her suffer with meâ¦â
She pursed her lips and choked back sobs as her shoulders shook.
âWhat are you going to do?â
She didnât know what Matthewâs attitude toward her daughter was.
Did he like her or did he have other ideas?
Even though the children were Matthewâs, she wanted her daughter to be happy. She hoped that the man who lived with her would like her and that her daughter would like him too.
Only then could she be happy.
If the two of them decided to stay together just for the sake of their children, then they could not be happy.
âLola raised them, so theyâre used to living with herâ¦â
âWhat do you mean?â Matthew raised his head.
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