Oh My Mister
Trouble spell

Max panicked when he saw Micah fall, he immediately broke through the herd of reporters with Micah's cradle grimacing in pain.

While David and Ryan secured the abusive woman to a nearby police station.

"S-sick"

the pregnant woman continued to moan by holding her stomach, Max was only able to hold his wife until the car they drove up to a hospital.

"Suster help my wife!!!" Max continues screaming until medics rush to him and immediately take Micah to the emergency room.

"Please wait here." Said a nurse, holding Max back from getting into the action room.

"But my wife..."

"It's Max, let the doctor check it out. Let's just pray that Micah and the baby twin are okay."

Dilla patted Maxim's back, the woman tried to calm down even though her heart was also overwhelmed with anxiety

Just as a doctor was leaving, a panicked Maxim approached the doctor.

"How's my wife doing, Doc?"

"There's nothing to worry about, only I suggest that Mrs Larry should not fall again, because her gestational age is still vulnerable let alone she had bleeding."

Max breathed a sigh of relief, after the doctor had left, he immediately met his wife who was still lying weakly with an infusion on her hand.

"Darling, are you okay?"

"Yes, you don't have to worry." Micah said softly, she still forced a smile so that her husband would not worry too much.

"I'm sorry, I can't take good care of you."

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A middle-aged man in the style of a noble, sitting quietly in the living room of his luxurious residence like a palace to await the return of his daughter.

The man's face looked unkind, yet he was so clever at bandaging it with the calm and respectful behavior he had. Roger Gerrard is the father of Clara Rosella Gerrard.

"Where are you from?" Said Mr. Roger coldly, when he saw the princess humming ria enter his residence.

"Hay daddy, I'm just out for a walk."

PLAQUE!!!

"DADDY!!! what's wrong?" Clara's screams held her cheek, after her father slapped her with a look of wrath.

"Clarah! don't you think daddy doesn't know what you're doing, your behavior really doesn't reflect that of a nobleman!"

"But Daddy I'm not wrong!" Clara screams with a high voice.

"Shut up! if Mr. Larry withdraws all his shares then the family thinks it could run out! don't you think brain!" Screeched Mr. Roger riled.

"But Daddy, Maxim was supposed to be mine! that woman took it from me!"

"Shut up! you Daddy banned from leaving the house for a whole month! now go back to your room, reflect on all your mistakes, Clara!"

"Bad daddy! I hate Daddy!"

Prang !!!

An expensive urn was thrown away by Clara, the girl ran towards her room, screaming.

While Mr. Roger seemed to be massaging his forehead, he occasionally snorted heavily at his daughter's behavior.

"Well, it turns out that I mishandled her, she actually grew up to be a selfish woman."

After Mr. Andrew gets a call from Maxim, he soon finds out the mastermind behind the fake news that befell his son and daughter-in-law. With the help of his deft trusted assistants, he finally learns the source of the problems that almost harmed his son-in-law and future grandchildren.

Mr. Andrew immediately went to the Gerrard House, the old man was visibly riled up even though he still looked calm.

"Good afternoon Mr. Andrew, it is your honor to visit our residence, please drink Mr." Greetings Mr. Roger Gerrard.

Mr. Andrew seemed to sip a cup of coffee before him so elegantly, the man looked so calm and dignified.

"Okay, I don't want to be stale, please read it."

Said Mr. Andrew handing over a large brown envelope to Mr. Roger.

"C-Claras? I-this means what?"

The man stammered when he found evidence of crimes committed by his son because it had provoked the media and the masses.

"You know for yourself the reason we canceled Clara and Maxim's match, and look what your son did? he tarnished the good name of one of our family members, and more fatally. As a result of his actions we almost lost the successor to Larry's family."

"Pardon my son sir, I'm sorry."

"Roger, for this time I am still kind because I still see our brotherhood, but not for the future. Educate your son well, correct his attitude!"

Mr. Larry got up from his seat, the old man passed out of the Gerrard residence without saying goodbye.

Flashback Off

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In a suburban London apartment, Rhine and Jesson are seen relaxing while watching an infotaintment showing rumors about Maxim and the assault on Micah.

The man seemed to review the smile and occasionally glanced at Rhine who was beside him.

"Hey, are you thinking the same way I think?" Jesson smiled smirk.

"Maybe, it looks like after your juniors don't work anymore you're getting smarter!" Rhine tapped Jesson's forehead.

"Damn, this is all because of your Jhon!"

"My cello's not Jhon!"

"Owhhhhh whatever! you made me nauseous by calling the Monster a cute name!", Jess rolled her eyeballs.

"Yes.he is indeed a monster that is so intoxicating, especially when in bed! it makes me crazy!"

The woman sighed at the thought of Jhon touching her body, Jess looked surprised and now the gray man's face was filled with questions. While Rhine who saw him just chuckled.

"I and he knew a long time ago, when he was drunk and I took him to my apartment and well, until now I still remember very well it feels like there is not even a man who can replace his charm."

"Well but honey, she accepted the match, making me really hate that woman! but it's okay, the woman is dead." Rhine continued, lighting a cigarette and sipping it.

Jess laughed out loud, until now Rhine who was confused by the behavior of his nephew.

"Do you not know, now that the monster has a lover, you lose again Rhine hahahaha."

"What!" Pekik Rhine did not believe.

"And more surprisingly, he was dating the young leaf precisely the friend of the j*lang!"

Jess seemed to laugh in satisfaction, while Rhine did the opposite. The woman snorted annoyedly at the words of her favorite nephew.

"Akhhhh, I have to get rid of that woman! must be! The cello is mine!" growled the woman.

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