After all that was settled, Patricia limped out of the security room. While taking the elevator down to the indoor playground, she thought she had the worst luck—to think she would meet a thief in a mall of all places. Meanwhile, Stellan helped Sylvie, who was drenched in sweat from all the playing, wipe down her face and neck. On the other hand, Scott held a kid’s water bottle, making sure their little sister stayed hydrated.
Once they saw that Patricia had returned, the triplets stood waiting for her, and it was then the boys discovered their mother was walking funny. Thus, the two went up to help her. “Mommy, did you sprain your ankle?”
Patricia forced a smile upon hearing their warm concern. “The floor here is so slippery, and I accidentally twisted my ankle.”
She didn’t tell them the truth, for she didn’t want them to be upset as well.
“Tricia, have some water.” Sylvie brought Patricia’s water bottle over, which the latter took. It wasn’t until Patricia took a few sips of water that she finally felt alive again.
“You guys go ahead and play. I’ll wait right here,” she said with a smile.
Sylvie had such a wild time earlier that she instantly dragged her brothers back into the playground with her.
Meanwhile, Patricia stared mindlessly ahead while propping her chin up. Perhaps the ring was never meant to be hers, and perhaps she was never destined to find that sc*mbag.
Losing it was heaven’s will.
…
The weather at the outskirt golf course was perfect. The blue sky was clear with not a cloud in sight, and the warm winter sun made one feel comfortable.
Nikola held a golf club and made a rather dashing pose before swinging it. Though the ball was sent flying far away, it didn’t enter the hole.
Percy chuckled in response. “Nik, how come you’re still as bad as the last time we played together?”
Meanwhile, Isaac swung his club, and the ball landed right into the hole.
Seeing so, Nikola gave up in an instant. “That’s it, I’m done. I can’t beat you guys.”
Percy was in the army; more specifically, he was a major general. The guys barely met him once a year, and he only returned this time because his grandfather had forced him to come home for blind dates. He wasn’t getting any younger, and it was time he thought about continuing their family name.
The trio walked up to the stone table nearby and took a break while sipping their drinks.
Nikola was dressed in white sportswear and a white baseball cap. He reached for the visor and pulled it downward, covering his eyes.
Meanwhile, the two hunks sitting across from him were instead dressed in black sportswear.
Compared to Percy’s genuine bronze tan, Isaac was much fairer, but the latter had a pretty healthy tan still.
Isaac checked the time to find it was already 4.00PM. Hence, he pulled his phone out to text Patricia. ‘I’d like to have beef stew for tonight.”
After sending that text, he held his phone instead of putting it away, checking every now and then to see if Patricia had replied. Of course, the other two got somewhat upset at his behavior.
“Ise, you’re not really seeing someone, are you?” Percy couldn’t help but ask.
Percy had asked Nikola and Isaac to join him for dinner when he returned last night. However, Isaac said he was busy, so it was just him and Nikola at the table.
When Nikola kept telling him that Isaac couldn’t come because he was on a date, Percy thought Nikola was plain bullsh*tting, believing that his friend might be a good doctor, but his words were questionable.
Isaac got up in response and said, “I’m going to take a shower and get changed.”
Percy looked at Nikola, feeling a little disappointed that Isaac didn’t want to talk about it. Then, the two tacitly got up before they wrapped an arm around Isaac on his left and right. “Ise, we want to have dinner at your place tonight. We can drink while we’re at it.”
“Sure,” Isaac agreed when they saw their expecting gazes.
With that, he strode away, escaping their clutches, and sent Patricia another text. ‘You don’t have to come over anymore. You have the day off.’
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