As the car window slowly rolled down, Dolores gasped as the mysterious woman was revealed.
Dolores would never have guessed she’d see Sampson’s mother smiling back at her. She looked as
graceful as always and gave Dolores a small nod in acknowledgment.
‘Why did she come looking for me?’
Dolores tried to ask the driver for information. “Do you know why she wants to speak with me?”
The driver shook his head. “She didn’t say, I’m only the messenger.”
Knowing that Sampson treated her well and was advocating for the best care for Jessica, Dolores
figured that his mother wouldn’t have any malicious intentions.
So Dolores turned to the driver. “Okay. Let’s go.”
Dolores walked over to the car and smiled at Camilla with a polite greeting. “Hello, Mrs. Herbert.”
Camilla sat with proper posture and her smile brightened as Dolores approached. “Ms. Flores, are you
free at the moment? There’s a café not far away. How about we head over there for some drinks?”
Dolores pondered it for a moment before nodding in nodded.
“Please, get in and we’ll be on our way.”
The driver walked over and opened the door for Dolores to climb in and sit next to Camilla. The driver
then climbed in himself and drove off.
It wasn’t long before the car stopped in front of the building and Dolores followed Camilla into the café.
Camilla chose a relatively quiet table in the back corner and motioned for Dolores to take the seat
across from her.
After only a few moments, a server walked over. “Good day. What can I get you?”
Camilla put her handbag onto the bench next to her and looked at Dolores. “Order anything you’d like,
dear, it’s on me?”
“Just a cup of water for now, please,” Dolores replied dully.
“I’ll have that as well. We’ll call you later if we need you.”
“All right.” The server left, and the noise faded into the background.
Dolores sat in awkward silence in her seat, waiting for Camilla to start a conversation. Camilla was the
one who went looking for her, and Dolores guessed she wasn’t simply looking for a cup of coffee.
Camilla took a sip of the water before speaking. “How did you meet my son, Sampson?”
“He was my younger brother’s doctor several years ago, and we gradually got to know each other over
time,” Dolores replied honestly.
“Oh, then how long have you two been together then?” Camilla smiled and looked Dolores up and
down before she continued. “You look young. Is my son your first lover?”
Camilla’s question caught Dolores off guard and Dolores nearly choked on her water. Why did Camilla
think Dolores was Sampson’s girlfriend?
Dolores suddenly remembered that when Sampson introduced her to everyone at the banquet, he
used the word “girlfriend” in the introduction. That must be why Camilla assumed they were dating.
Just as Dolores was about to explain, Camilla spoke up. “I don’t want to see you two falling into love,”
Camilla said in complete seriousness. “I want his wife to have a similar family background. I’ve heard
so many catastrophes have happened to your family recently.”
Dolores’ lips pressed into a straight line as she finally understood why Camilla wanted to speak with
her.
“With your current family conditions, I’m even more hesitant about you being his girlfriend. I’m sure you
understand my reasoning, right?” Camilla asked in a soft tone, reaching into her handbag, placing a
card on the table, and pushing it toward Dolores. “There’s some money in the card. Although it’s not
enough to get your family completely through the crisis, it can at least lessen the stress.”
Dolores slid the card back to Camilla and smiled. “Mrs. Herbert, I’m thankfully still healthy and quite
young. I’m still able to work. How can I accept your money?”
‘Is Camilla trying to use the money to scare me away?’ Dolores bitterly smiled internally. Her father sent
her and her mother away when Dolores was eight , and it was only because Matthew was ‘paralyzed’
that they gave her the chance to go back home.
She’d never enjoyed the benefits that the reputation of the Flores family had to offer, but now she had
to suffer from the impact of the downfall of the family.
“Mrs. Herbert, I understand your desires and concerns. There are no worries about me falling in love
with him because I’ve always thought of him as my brother. Now, if there’s nothing else, I have to go
back to work, as there are some important translations I need to finish,” Dolores explained as she stood
to leave.
“Wait a minute,” Camilla called out, stopping Dolores from leaving.
Camilla prepared a lot in advance for the meeting, but she found her verbal tricks would only work
under the assumption that Dolores would reject the request that she break up with Sampson. However,
when Dolores agreed to the request, Camilla appeared to be the callous one.
“I don’t know if Sampson told you the accident that his younger sister suffered. That accident was a
great shock to him and me and so he has been abroad taking care of her . Now, he finally returns after
gaining the courage to confront the past. And, I must say, I’m quite relieved to see this. And now you’ve
told me you’ve regarded him as your elder brother. I think he may also have similar feelings for you.
Maybe it’s because you look so cute that he thinks of you as Maria.”
Dolores realized the same thing when she learned Sampson had a younger sister who had been lost.
She guessed Sampson’s care and concern for her was because she reminded him of his younger
sister.
Camilla looked so crestfallen and had trouble talking about her lost daughter. She had three children,
and she’d lost her only daughter.
Nevertheless, as the lady of the Herbert family, Camilla couldn’t be immersed in the past or feel her
sorrow in front of her husband, as she handled the affairs of the family, trivial or critical.
‘As the saying goes, Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.’
Naturally, Camilla was required to put in efforts in exchange for enjoying the reputation and status of
the Herbert family.
“I wish my son will one day be with a woman whom he loves and one that appreciates him. However,
he was born in the Herbert family and has enjoyed the honor given by the family without having to want
for anything, so he will most likely have to sacrifice something for the family’s reputation.” Camilla
reluctantly put the card back in her bag and handed Dolores a business card instead. “Since you’re so
kind and I want to help you, so if you need any help in the future, please don’t hesitate to find me.”
Dolores knew it would be impolite to keep refusing Camilla’s help, so she gratefully accepted the
business card. “Thank you, Mrs. Herbert. I will be certain to reach out to you if the need arises.”
Dolores then got to her feet. “If there’s nothing else, I have to leave.”
“Wait… one more thing, please. I hope you won’t tell Sampson about our meeting today. He’s a
stubborn person. If he knows about this, I’m afraid…”
“Mrs. Herbert, rest assured there’s no reason to worry. I won’t tell him about this.”
Dolores originally had no romantic feelings for Sampson anyway. People like her were told they didn’t
deserve to be in love. No matter how pure the intentions were, Dolores was no longer a virtuous
woman and therefore wasn’t permissible for her to be in a romantic relationship.
Dolores politely excused herself and walked out of the café. She subtly rubbed her belly as she walked
outside. “Don’t worry, Mommy won’t feel lonely or helpless with you by my side.”
Her unborn child was her source of courage as well as her future. So, she took a deep breath before
departing.
*****
Dolores walked back to work, people watching along the way, and was surprised to run into Abbott
Baron who was just pulling up in front of the office building.
“Where did you go?” Abbott asked as he closed the car door and walked toward. Dolores. “Didn’t you
say you were going to the hospital? Why is it I didn’t find you there then?”
Dolores had informed Matthew of her planned visit to the hospital because she was working for his
company and wouldn’t be available during normal business hours that day.
“I came back early but I ended up bumping into an acquaintance and we went to a local café to chat.
What’s wrong?” Dolores asked, bothered by Abbott’s anxious expression. “Did something happen?”
“Please, follow me.” Abbott turned and strode into the building, not waiting to see if she was following.
Dolores hurried to catch up, uncertain of how to feel about the situation. “What happened? Is it related
to me?”
Abbott stopped at the doors of the elevator and clicked his phone while stealing glances at Dolores
from time to time.
“See for yourself.”
Dolores moved her lips, trying to say something. What did he mean by ‘see for yourself?’
Just as she was about to ask what he meant, the elevator dinged softly and the doors opened. Abbott
hustled into the elevator, whereas Dolores, who was growing quite anxious herself, was slow.
Abbott tapped his foot. “Quickly.”
Dolores hurried into the elevator and glanced at Abbot as the doors close. “Does it have something to
do with my father?” Dolores asked again, trying to glean information.
She had just seen her mother at the hospital no more than half an hour ago, so it couldn’t have
anything to do with Jessica. So, then, by default, it had to be something involving Randolph. After all,
Jessica and Randolph were the only two people left in Dolores’ life that mattered to her.
Abbott scoffed, and the elevator dinged again as they reached their destination. The doors rolled open,
and Abbot strode out of the elevator toward Matthew’s office. Dolores struggled to keep up.
When they arrived at the office, Abbot gave a few quick raps on the door.
“Come in,” a low voice called.
Abbott pushed open the door…
“Please, follow me.” Abbott turned and strode into the building, not waiting to see if she was following.
Dolores hurried to catch up, uncertain of how to feel about the situation. “What happened? Is it related
to me?”
Abbott stopped at the doors of the elevator and clicked his phone while stealing glances at Dolores
from time to time.
“See for yourself.”
Dolores moved her lips, trying to say something. What did he mean by ‘see for yourself?’
Just as she was about to ask what he meant, the elevator dinged softly and the doors opened. Abbott
hustled into the elevator, whereas Dolores, who was growing quite anxious herself, was slow.
Abbott tapped his foot. “Quickly.”
Dolores hurried into the elevator and glanced at Abbot as the doors close. “Does it have something to
do with my father?” Dolores asked again, trying to glean information.
She had just seen her mother at the hospital no more than half an hour ago, so it couldn't have
anything to do with Jessica. So, then, by default, it had to be something involving Randolph. After all,
Jessica and Randolph were the only two people left in Dolores’ life that mattered to her.
Abbott scoffed, and the elevator dinged again as they reached their destination. The doors rolled open,
and Abbot strode out of the elevator toward Matthew's office. Dolores struggled to keep up.
When they arrived at the office, Abbot gave a few quick raps on the door.
“Come in,” a low voice called.
Abbott pushed open the door...
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