A few minutes later, a black Ferrari stopped right in front of the police post.
"Mom, it's Daddy. Daddy's coming, Daddy's coming, Mom," Dave shouted, pointing to a perfectly parked black Ferrari.
Imdiately Claire rose from her position.
At the sa ti, Devan got out of his car. A white shirt combined with black pants attached to his body made him look very handso. The man imdiately looked for Claire's whereabouts.
."Daddy, we're here," Dave shouted to his dad, waving one of his arms.
Hearing the boy's voice, Devan smiled and imdiately headed to the origin of the sound.
"Hello my hero," said Devan then lifted Dave's body and carried him in his arms, then looked at Claire and Grandma.
"What happened?" he asked.
"The brake of the car is broken, Daddy."
"Is that true? How could that be? Then where's Daniel?" asked Devan turning to Grandma.
"He went to the police office to give information," Grandma answered honestly.
"Are you guys hurt?" asked Devan again examining his son then looking at Claire from head to toe.
"We're fine, as you can see, honey. Don't worry," Grandma answered.
"Thank goodness it's like that. Since when are you guys here? Why didn't you call ?" he asked. He has a lot of questions in his head, it's just that ti and place do not allow him to ask. He knew that Claire and Grandma must still be in a bit of shock from what had just happened to them. So Devan chose to hold back his curiosity.
"We have contacted Hendra to ask for help," replied Grandma.
"Then where is he?" asked Devan looking around.
"He hasn't co yet," said Grandma with a shaky breath.
Right after she finished her sentence, a black car stopped right in front of the police post. It is Hendra.
"Sorry madam, sir, I ca late. There was a traffic jam on the trip," said Hendra while bowing apologetically.
The distance between Devan's office and the scene is closer than Devan's house. So don't be surprised if Devan will arrive at the location first before Hendra.
"No problem," said Devan.
"Take care of the car," he added, pointing to the black limousine by the side of the road.
"Okay, sir," said Hendra and turned to leave.
"You guys haven't had lunch yet, have you?" Devan guessed.
Hearing that, Grandma turned to Claire and nodded, "That's right. We plan to eat at the hotel only," she said.
Devan took a deep breath, "You guys co with ," he said.
"Okay," Claire and Grandma said almost at the sa ti.
After they left the scene, Devan's Ferrari moved across the city street.
"May I know where have you been?" asked Devan glancing at Claire beside him.
"I took Claire shopping earlier, don't you think honey?" Grandma answered. She deliberately didn't tell Devan about the incident at the mall earlier, she was afraid that the man would be angry with her for not taking good care of Claire.
Claire just nodded in agreent.
"Daddy, mom just fell in the toilet," said Dave suddenly.
"Is that true? Did you fall? You're not hurt are you?" he asked.
Claire shook her head, "If I get hurt, there's no way I'm sitting here with you," Claire replied.
Devan chuckled at the woman's words.
"What do you want to eat?" Devan asked again turning to the woman next to him and then returning his focus to the road he was about to walk.
"Anything," replied Claire.
"Okay," said Devan curtly.
After a few minutes, the car they were traveling in turned to a Japanese restaurant that looked so luxurious.
Claire glanced briefly at Devan, a faint smile forming on her lips. Turns out he didn't forget little things like this.
Feeling Claire's gaze on him, Devan chuckled, "You don't want to kiss as paynt?"
"You pervert," replied Claire and got out of the car.
Entering the restaurant, Devan ordered a private dining room, especially for the four of them.
A variety of lunch nus is served on the table, from appetizers to desserts, all of which fill the table.
"Eat," Devan said to Claire. Then turned to Grandma, "You too Grandma, eat a lot," he added.
The man then turned to his son, "Which one do you want to eat honey?" asked Devan, the man then lifted Dave onto his lap.
"Anything Daddy, if possible I want to eat the sa food as you," Dave replied with a lookup.
Devan smiled, "Okay, honey. I'll feed you," he said.
Claire who saw the scene in front of her just smiled. This ti he would let Dave trouble his father a little.
She then grabbed her chopsticks and grabbed a few pieces of sushi. Her hand movents stopped. Suddenly Devan grabbed her wrist.
Surprised? Of course, Claire was surprised.
"Why? What is it? Do you want this one?" she asked.
Devan was silent, his gaze fixed on Claire's bruised wrist. It was very clear, that it was marks of soone else's hand.
"Tell the truth, Claire. Who made this bruise on your hand?" asked Devan, suddenly angry.
Cough… Cough… Cough
Grandma who was busy with the food on her plate suddenly choked on her food.
"What happened? Grandma, tell . Don't hide anything," asked Devan looking at the old woman.
"Ah yes, why didn't you answer my call earlier, honey?" he asked Claire again.
"You didn't fall, I know that. Now tell , who hurt you, honey?" asked Devan in a soft voice. The man stroked Claire's hand, right where it looked bruised.
"Th-that…" Claire stamred.
"Byanca appeared, the woman suddenly appeared and hurt Claire, Devan," said Grandma finally choosing to say everything.
Hearing that, Devan's jaw tightened. It was very clear that the man was furious.
"Then?"
"I've asked several people to find out. Don't worry," said Grandma trying to calm her grandson.
"Besides your hand, where else did that woman hurt you, honey? Tell , don't hide it," asked Devan.
"I knew that woman wouldn't give up. She will keep showing up and trying to hurt you and my son." No one else knows more about Byanca's true nature than him. He had known her since they were little. Byanca is a very ambitious woman.
"What did she say to you?" asked Devan again.
"She…"
"Never mind, forget it.. We shouldn't be discussing this while eating," said Devan cutting Claire off.
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