"Sure, I’ll let you know as soon as I have any news." I replied casually.
Until the day Dylan revealed his secret with Catherine, I wouldn’t disclose her whereabouts to him, unless he found out on his own, which would be beyond my control.
After ending the call, Luna asked, "Is your friend trying to find a doctor?"
I nodded my head, pondered for a while, and decided to spill the beans about Catherine and Dylan. After hearing the whole story, Luna shared my intuition that sothing fishy was going on between Dylan and Catherine, and it wasn’t sothing small.
"Yeah, that’s why I want to figure out what’s going on. Catherine has been relentlessly plotting against , and I can’t just sit and do nothing." I responded.
"Absolutely!" Luna agreed with my approach, "She’s cunning and even more manipulative than that Ariel Bitch we knew. We need to be prepared."
As I glanced outside, darkness had fallen again. I realized I had been back in the city for a week now. Ti flew.
Only here did I feel a sense of belonging. The environnt and the cultural vibe made feel comfortable. I secretly made up my mind that if I could clear things up with Damon and Jones and avoid any future entanglents, I would return and live in the city for the rest of my life.
After all, my best friends were here.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. The housekeeper went to answer it, but she didn’t recognize the visitor and ca back to inform Luna.
Before the housekeeper could finish her sentence, I saw a shadow darting in. It was literally darting, for it was as fast as a dog. But it wasn’t an actual dog; it was Mitch.
He looked disheveled with unshaved chin and red eyes, looking like he hadn’t slept or cared for himself for days. He seed to emanate an aura of resentnt.
Seeing Mitch, Luna practically jumped, and without a second thought, picked up a toy from the floor and threw it at him, "Who let you in? Get out!"
"Luna, you’re being unreasonable!" Mitch pointed angrily at Luna, "How could you dress like that and go to the bar? And leave the kids at ho, huh?"
I was stunned. How did Mitch know about this?
Was it Damon who told him?
"I have three babysitters here and I don’t hire for nothing! And we’re divorced, what I wear to the bar is my business, not yours!" Luna retorted, "This is my house! Leave now, or I’ll call the police!".
Mitch, inflad by Luna’s defiance, stord over to the mat. After identifying his three children, he attempted to carry them all at once. Luna tried to stop him, "What are you doing? Are you here to
snatch the kids?"
"I haven’t seen them for a long ti! They’re my children too! Luna, don’t be a shrew!" Mitch stared at Luna, mustering the courage to retort.
"I don’t care, I have their custody now, my word is the law!" Luna grabbed the children from Mitch’s arms, but the older two recognized their dad and insisted on being held by him.
The situation escalated, and the children might be frightened if it kept going on. I stepped in, trying to end their quarrel, "That’s enough. Please calm down and talk. The kids can easily be scared!"
Luna looked down at the children in her arms. They were indeed frightened. She softened her tone and summoned the babysitters, who took the children to the playroom. Only the three of us adults
remained.
Mitch looked exhausted, with prominent dark marks under his eyes. I asked, "Aren’t you busy in abroad? How could you find ti to co back?"
"Huh, if it weren’t for Jones’s ssage, I wouldn’t have known you two left the kids to go to a bar dressing like that. Unbelievable!" Mitch was clearly angry discussing it.
To my surprise, it wasn’t Damon but Jones who had leaked the information. How could he... "Why the hell did Jones tell you all this?" Luna was also furious.
"What did he say wrong? And you, Eliana, your kid had gastroenteritis, and you went to a bar?" Mitch suddenly turned his anger towards .
I found it amusing, "I went to the bar first. Then my kid got sick, and I rushed to the hospital. Did you think I’d go out when my child is sick?"
"Divorced won sure are bold, Eliana. Don’t you have anyone to answer to?"
I realized today just how chauvinistic Mitch was.
I scoffed, "Answer to whom? I haven’t broken any laws."
"Exactly, Eliana. Let’s not waste our breath on him. Mitch, if you don’t leave now, I really will get violent!"
Luna had had enough. She got up to fetch a broom, a handy tool for chasing people away.
Mitch adopted a desperate stance, "Go ahead and kill . I won’t leave without a satisfactory answer today!"
Luna laughed sarcastically, "Oh? What answer do you want?"
"You give a promise, in writing, that you won’t dress like that and go to the bar anymore, and you can’t abandon the kids!" Mitch boldly voiced his demands.
He was practically asking for trouble.
As expected, the mont he finished speaking, a cup flew towards him. Luna was livid; she pointed at Mitch and yelled, "Who are you to criticize ? When did I ever neglect my kids? Mitch, rember, we divorced because you were flirting with a vixen, not because ! wronged you. Didn’t you think of our children then?"
Though Mitch avoided the flying cup, he couldn’t avoid Luna’s verbal lashing. His face turned pale, probably reminded of his foolish actions in the past.
n, sotis they can be such conceited beings that nobody could communicate with.
Even if Luna was about to take a swing at Mitch with a baseball bat, I wouldn’t lift a finger to stop her.
"I ssed up, okay? Wasn’t that being why I let you have all the kids?" Mitch said, his voice much softer than before, not daring to look Luna in the eye.
"So get out!" Luna barked, grabbing a throw pillow from the couch and hurling it in Mitch’s direction with all her might.
Mitch dodged it again, but the pillow hit Damon square in the chest as he walked in. He caught it reflexively and then frowned at us all.
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