"Poor Caidine."
"She had it rough just like me since birth."
"I shouldn't had called her such names. I shouldn't had been that cruel to her."
"Though Esme and Mr Hao had theirs coming... but not Caidine."
His busy hand on the steering made a hesitation as he drove into a familiar street.
Though he didn't know the direction by heart, yet he could still remember how to get there. He kept driving. Slowly and carefully.
He looked at his back for the last time.
"I thought he would follow me. Isn't that what he loves doing the most?"
He allowed silence to govern the atmosphere for another few moments.
"What if there is more to this?"
"What if Esme doesn't know all the story? What if she's missing out on the major and most important details?"
"What if she really is the daughter of that crazy man, but he had lied to her that only Caidine is his..."
He gulped trying to arrange the thoughts the best way.
