Stanlee Pov
After breakfast, I follow her wherever she's going. As far as I know, her schedule for today includes a visit to the orphanage.
This is going to be a tiring day for her, even though she's not in the best condition.
*sigh*
I glance at her through the rearview mirror as I drive. She's reading some documents.
Is it really necessary, though?
"We're here." I said to get her attention.
"Hm."
I went out to open the door for her.
"That's it?" I asked.
"Ehh?" she replied.
I just sighed for her.
"If you need some help, I can spare some time."
She didn't reply and just kept walking into the orphanage. Well, she'll never ask for help eventually—and honestly, I'm too bored to go back. I'd rather spend my time with her.
When we step inside—
"Sister, I'm back!" she calls out.
"Mom!! You're here!!" A boy runs straight to her side.
Wait... she's got a kid? Since when did she become a mom?
"Hey, buddy! Have you been a good boy for Sister Lalaine?" she asks, smiling at him.
But the little guy doesn't answer. Instead, he stares at me like I'm some kind of monster trying to steal his mom.
"Hey, what's wrong, bud?" she asks again.
"Who is he?" he finally replies, pointing right at me.
"Him? He's him," she said with a smile.
"Ehhh?? That's it?" the little boy asked, clearly curious.
"Yeah. Now, let's go!" she replied, glancing at me like there was nothing more to explain.
Argh! This woman... she's really pissing me off.
They walked off, leaving me just standing there. I rolled my eyes at what she did and decided to follow them.
As I stepped further inside, I saw a bunch of kids waiting excitedly for them. There were also two nuns talking to her. Then—suddenly—everyone looked at me.
What on earth are they talking about now? Whatever it is, I walked toward her anyway. They all kept staring—everyone except her. She was too busy arranging the stuff she brought, not even sparing me a glance.
She handed me a bunch of plates, which made me look at her, confused.
"And what exactly am I supposed to do with these?" She glanced at me and simply said, "Kids?" It took me a second to realize what she meant—then a little girl walked up and asked me for a plate.
Ah, now I get it. She wants me to help her. I smiled at the thought.
As the hours passed, I noticed she was starting to look exhausted. One hand was resting on her lower stomach.
Then I remembered— She's not feeling well today... it's that time of the month.
I took out my phone and searched for ways to relieve her cramps. After finding some suggestions, I went to the kitchen, hoping to find something useful. But to my disappointment, there was nothing.
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The Running Heir
Action*** Everything happens for a reason. But for me, it's enough to keep going and pursue my dreams. They may not want me to succeed, but I'm making my own moves to make it happen. It's not easy, but I can endure anything to get what I want. This is the...
