After Richmond left his lawyer's office and got into his car, he got another call from his father, reminding him that everyone was waiting for him at the family villa.
"I'm on my way, Dad," Richmond said curtly and ended the call.
Sighing, he dialled Imelda's number to check up on Lola.
Upon getting information that Lola was stubbornly busy in the kitchen, making him dinner, while patiently awaiting his arrival, every bitterness, rage and anxiety in his system melted like wax. He felt his spirit floating out of his body and soaring at the speed of light to see his one and true love.
Closing his eyes momentarily and shutting out every other thing happening around him, Richmond imagines himself standing at the front door to his secret safe house and knocking on the door.
He imagined himself holding a bouquet of red roses in one hand and a bottle of non-alcoholic fruit wine in the other.
