Lawyer And Boss Miras
Jay's Lies

Dara awakens, as Noah is busy playing with her long unraveling hair. The toddler was happy to touch the mother's hair. Dara smiled, grabbed the son's body and carried into his arms.

"Noah, I'm sorry. I'm so busy I can't play with you" he said. Although he knew that Noah was still a child and could not digest his words, let alone understand how chaotic he was at the moment.

"Let's make breakfast" he said as he got up and carried the son.

He walked into the kitchen. The place was clean and looked neat, but Dara forgot when she last cleaned it.

The woman then made breakfast and ate while feeding Noah. That day he felt empty. Just last night he was crying, the next morning he seemed to remember nothing.

He stared at the empty bathroom, then turned to the empty backyard. He also has no laundry to dry because lately he uses the services of washing next door neighbors more often.

"Have Jay left for the store yet?" muttered. Yes, Dara believes Jay must have been in the store because time has shown ten in the morning.

Afterwards, the woman prepares to drive Noah to his pre-school place. After driving there, Dara still felt something stuck in her heart.

The woman eventually returns to see if Jay really is at Aunt Kim's noodle shop. Although he had to walk back there and travel a distance of approximately one kilometer, Dara did not mind because he just wanted to make sure Jay was there.

Arriving at the store, he saw Aunt Kim wiping every table in the store. The middle-aged woman appeared to be extremely busy, the sweat flowing down her temple was proof.

"Good morning Aunt Kim" said Dara.

The woman who was originally busy with her napkin is now approaching Dara, shaking her waist as if to throw a protest.

"Where's Jay, why hasn't he come yet?" ask Aunt Kim.

At that very moment, Dara's body seemed to be squeezing. His legs objected to withstanding the insignificant weight of the body. The woman almost fell down, the world in front of her as if spinning and trembling. He was just silent, while cold sweat began to flow on his body like a torrent of rain.

"Become?" Aunt Kim patted Dara on the shoulder.

Her clothes were instantly wet, Aunt Kim could feel it with a palm that touched Dara's shoulder.

"You okay?" ask Aunt Kim worriedly.

"Jay's not home" replied Dara, deviating from Aunt Kim's question just now.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm here to check if he's gone to the store or not" Dara continued.

Aunt Kim raised the tip of her lips, a sinister smile drawn from the look on her face.

"It's good that he's gone" said the middle-aged woman. He was busy wiping his desk. "I suspect he's a Won Company man."

"What does Aunt Kim think?" ask Dara curiously. He tries to control himself, even though it hurts to have been abandoned by Jay just like that.

"A few times I've known it was a lie" Aunt Kim replied. The regretful look on his face, actually he was very disappointed in Jay. The woman had even trusted Jay so much in that very short introduction.

"Why didn't aunt tell me?" dara protest.

The middle-aged woman glanced back. "It looks like you guys are being drunk on love" he said.

Dara held tightness in her chest, either her head suddenly dizzy like being hit by a hard object. Knowing Jay left and possibly deceiving him all this time, made Dara feel heavy shock

A few seconds later what was in Dara's view was just dark. The girl fell down and was unconscious.

"Become!!!" exclaimed Aunt Kim who was surprised because Dara suddenly fainted.

Jay changed his own clothes. During her stay in Asia Town with Dara, she always wore the clothes of her late husband. Really don't know yourself.

"Sad... She must have imagined her husband's face while doing that with me" Jay murmured.

The man is now wearing only his old sleeveless t-shirt, jeans and shabby shoes. He is currently on a bus heading to Seattle.

The bus stopped at a terminal where passengers heading to Seattle had to transfer to another bus. Jay was quite surprised by the bus route, the first time he took a bus to travel long distances.

He called Chris to pick him up as usual. But, Jay couldn't wait too long in Asia Town. He can no longer be there. To be exact, he finally found a trivial reason to leave the place and was not expected to return.

While getting off the bus, Jay immediately searched for a pay phone. He has another mission to return to Seattle. The man pressed a few digits of the number he had already memorized out of his head. Jay does have the expertise of memorizing some numbers specifically.

"Hallo" he said after his phone was picked up. "It's me, Dad."

"Jay? How's it going? When are you gonna decide to go back to Seattle?" ask Bill.

"Yes, I'm going home today." Jay lowered his tone

"Thank God you decided to go home. You really came home, didn't you? I mean, not just stopping by." Bill makes it clear

"Yes, Dad. I'm home."

"Goodoo. You should have had normal days as usual. Come over for dinner together, I'll have the cook make us dinner" Bill said. His kind and friendly figure may have fooled Jay for years, but Jay is growing up. He's not the fifteen-year-old Bill had met. Jay always tried to be careful with his foster father.

"Yes, I'll see you." Jay hung up.

He went back to look for the bus, but the bus to Seattle was no longer there. Jay had to take a taxi.

The taxi driver who saw Jay's appearance, probably would have rated him low. He repeatedly glanced lightly from his front view.

"Seattle is quite far, about twenty kilometers," said the black American.

"Hmmm.." - Jay.

"Cost is very expensive." He looked back at Jay. "Can you pay for it?"

"How much?" ask Jay in a bored tone.

"Maybe it could be up to fifty dollars."

Jay did not respond, he was just busy looking out the window.

"Be careful if you don't pay, I'll call the police right away" the cab driver grumbled.

After a long drive, the taxi finally stopped in front of Jay's house. He gawked and glanced back at Jay. A hundred-dollar bill floated right into his face. The dollar had just escaped Jay's hand and was thrown irreverently in front of the taxi driver's face.

"Take the change!" jay then stepped out of the taxi.

The taxi car is still not running. The taxi driver was still wondering if Jay would really get into the mansion. Not long after the gate of his house was open. A middle-aged man in black clothes came out and greeted his taxi passengers.

"Welcome home, Mr. Jay."

The taxi driver was really surprised. It is true that he cannot judge a person just by looking at his appearance.