Chapter 391: Chapter 391



In his arms was a little girl calling for daddy.

Matthew couldn’t do anything, but he was having a good time.

Samuel stood in the doorway, watching Matthew and his sister. He had something to say, but instead he went back into the room.

He used thousands of parts to build his secret base in less than two days. He had intended to present it to them, but didn’t.

“Have you finished building your secret base, Samuel?” said Simona aloud, looking at his back in disappointment.

Samuel nodded solemnly.

“Can Dad and I take a look around?”

“Of course,” Samuel said, straightening his back.

Simona walked over, holding Matthew. The secret base took up almost half the room.

Each small piece was meticulously crafted.

“Wow.” What she saw amazed the young woman.

Thousands of tiny bricks assembled to create such an impressive image.

They were baffled.

Seeing his sister’s reaction, Samuel was pleased with his effort.

“You’re amazing,” Simona said as she kissed her brother on the cheek. “You’re the best.”

“It’s not that hard; I can teach you how to build one,” he replied, smiling at his sister’s enthusiasm.

“I appreciate it.” Simona smiled as she turned her attention back to the secret base.

Watching and stroking it carefully.

She was really proud of her brother for accomplishing so much in such a short time.

Matthew had one hand in his pocket and the other on the job. It would take an adult at least two days to build this, but her son completed it in less time. He had incredible speed.

He was also really pleased with Samuel’s accomplishment. He gave him a gentle smile.

What a smart son he had.

Dolores, on the other hand, had to send Jessica back to jail. She was only allowed to receive treatment when it was determined that she was ill. And staying out at this time would be bad for Boyce because he was the one who got her out.

“I’ll come see you as often as I can,” Dolores told him.

She thought she was strong enough to hide her emotions, but she was wrong.

There was something that could not be hidden. She couldn’t hide her pain at seeing her mother sent to prison.

“I’m glad you have a happy life now.” Jessica proceeded to pat his head. “Don’t feel sorry for me; I knew what was going to happen before I acted. I was selfish and neglected your feelings, and I apologize; please forgive me for hurting your heart.”

Dolores dared not look at her as she knew she would cry.

“Can you make me a promise, Lola?”

Dolores brushed away her tears and looked at Jessica. “Yes.”

“Take care of the children and enjoy your life with Matthew; he’s a good man.”

“Yes, I will,” she took a deep breath.

Yes, Matthew was treating her well, and her life was now one she had never dreamed of.

She never expected to fall so deeply in love with a man.

One of life’s surprises was that you never know what kind of person awaits you in the future.

“Call me when you want to come over,” Boyce said.

He, too, had rules and procedures to obey.

All he could do was take care of Jessica and let Dolores visit and leave as she pleased.

Dolores was well aware of the situation.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine in here; living outside might make me uncomfortable,” Jessica reassured Dolores.

Dolores remained still as she watched Jessica being led away.

On her back, she looked thin and frail, and the afternoon sun accentuated her fragility.

Dolores watched as she faded in front of her.

Dolores cried out, “Mama,” as if she was about to disappear forever.

Jessica smiled as she turned to look at her.

Boyce brought Jessica back in and arranged for someone to take care of her. He had people on the inside who could complete the task.

After arranging everything, he returned to the lobby and saw Dolores slumped against the wall, her head down. Boyce approached her immediately as she appeared to be depressed.

“Are you all right?” he couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“Are you free for a glass of drink?” asked Dolores.

“Yes,” Boyce thought for a while.

She was depressed and needed a drink to sleep; she would suffer even more if she kept everything inside her heart.

“I’ll drive,” Boyce said.

Dolores handed him the keys and they got out together.

Boyce opened the door for her to get in and walked over to the driver’s seat to start the car.

“Where do you want to go?” asked Boyce.

Dolores leaned against the window, her face sad and her eyes sleepy. “Pick a quiet place, please.”

“Okay.” Boyce considered a quiet place.

He drove without pause for about fifteen minutes before stopping in front of a pub.

Boyce had frequented this place and was familiar with the surroundings; it was a quiet place Dolores desired.

In this place he stocked some alcoholic beverages. He told someone to bring his bottles when he had Dolores come in.

After getting Dolores into a room, he excused himself to go to the bathroom. Then he went to the door, reached for his phone, and hesitated whether or not he should contact Matthew.

Should she inform Matthew that Dolores was upset and invite him over?

Would Dolores be angry if she found out he had called Matthew?

He wasn’t sure.

He decided to contact Matthew after giving it some thought, otherwise…. It would be hard to explain to him if Dolores got drunk afterwards.

Someone called his name as he looked up Matthew’s number and was about to make the call.

“Boyce?”

Boyce raised his head to see Armand approaching.

“It’s you. I thought I was mistaken, why are you so free to have a drink here?” He was carrying his briefcase. It had been a long time since he’d accepted briefcases, but he’d started again when Theresa left. His daily routine consisted of going to the workplace, taking care of Mrs. Leslie, and going out for a drink whenever he thought of Theresa.

Today, by chance, she had gone out for a drink.

“Let’s go for a drink,” she said, putting her arm around Boyce’s neck.

“I can’t go with you alone,” Boyce said.

“Anyone else want to come?” Armand’s eyes twinkled .

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