The Mystery of Lost Memory
Confesses to Me

Slowly Karen began to observe the pregnancy test kit she had just used, and in a matter of seconds, the tool will give an answer. And as has always been the case for many years, the test kit continues to show the line one is firmly red. Firm to be able to cut Karen's heart dozens of times.

Karen looked down deeply, sitting on the toilet while gripping her head firmly. What's wrong with her? So asked the full demands of Karen to herself.

"Darling, are you okay?" Martin knocked on the bathroom door, because Karen had been in the toilet for almost an hour.

Karen hurriedly threw away the test pack, and immediately opened the door so as not to arouse Martin's suspicion. The man frowned when he saw Karen's pale face.

"You sick?" ask Martin to worry.

Karen shook her head, trying to smile normally. "I'm just a little bit sick to my stomach" Karen replied, rushing out of the toilet so Martin wouldn't come up with a lot of questions.

As Karen was leaving, Martin quietly went into the toilet with a pushy look into the trash can next to the toilet. Though he said nothing, Martin knew exactly what was happening. The negative result was always the same, and Karen desperately hid the result from Martin.

Martin's phone rang, where he received a message from Sophie to get Martin to turn on the TV. Martin exclaimed, not heeding the message and instead turned back to change clothes after a long day of work. But from the direction of their room, Karen ran up to Martin and showed him the screen of her phone.

An editorial in the article, in which Sierra has given birth to a son who will be the future successor to Paul's business empire. Unexpectedly, Martin actually turned his lips.

"The Old Man's basis .. deliberately doesn't tell us all" Martin commented.

"Maybe your father's afraid of a commotion?" guess Karen, try to carefully choose her words.

Martin laughing. "You mean, Old Man is afraid my mother's going berserk?"

Karen just shrugged, afraid to offend Martin. But her husband laughed even more, while returning Karen's phone.

"I know my mom's crazy. But he never came out without a plan,"

***

Paul weighed the red baby in his arms, shaking the baby as slowly as possible, so as not to wake up. She continued to smile, alternately looking at Sierra and the tiny baby with a grateful look. Then Paul gently stroked Sierra's hair, full of affection.

"Thank you, Si," said Paul quietly. "I love you so much" He gently kissed Sierra's forehead still lying on the VVIP room bed, after a cesarean delivery.

Her pale face was still beautiful, even without makeup. "Have you thought of a name for her?"

Paul nodded. "certain. He is my future heir, so I have to prepare a beautiful name for him" Paul replied steadily.

Instead of being happy, when he heard Paul's answer, Sierra's smile faded. Replaced with uncomfortable feelings. Isn't there Martin? Although she hates Sophie to the upper hand, Sierra still can't afford to treat Martin like a stepchild. Martin was his first love.

"Why, Si?" Paul observed Sierra's striking facial changes.

Sierra quickly shook his head. "Why didn't you tell the other family?"

"I knew Sophie would screw things up. I don't want anyone to bother you or Diego,"

"Diego?" reset Sierra. "Name's Diego?" Sierra's face sparkled when he learned that Paul had named Diego to his son.

"You don't like it?"

"I like it so much" Sierra then reached out his hand, wanting to hold Diego.

"I've ordered Lukman to hire four bodyguards here" Paul said as Sierra breastfed Diego.

“You're so scared of him, huh?” guess Sierra with a bitter smile.

All he knows is that Paul is a dreamer and a big boss who is full of authority and makes anyone who comes face to face with him, will submit. But behind everything, it turns out there is one thing that Paul avoids the most. Sophie Willis's. The conglomerate's first wife and woman, though from the outside, looked very graceful as a celebrity chef, but inside, it was like a snake harboring many deadly poisons.

“Sophie can do anything to protect her property,” replied Paul, always focusing his eyes on the little Diego who has been full of breastfeeding.

Sierra looked down, starting to think of something. “Tuan .. can I ask?”

Paul frowned. They both promised to speak non-formally, except in bed. But suddenly Sierra called him ‘Tuan’, a call while he was still working for Paul.

“Because you have given birth to a cute child for me, I will answer all your questions, Si,” Paul gently stroked Sierra hair.

Sierra looked straight at Paul, with a deep, serious look.

“Why did you marry Sophie, if you didn't love her?” The first question came out well.

Paul smiled. “You certainly know, the absolute rule of rich families like my family, right?”

Sierra nodded, and now he was silent again. It was as if he had prepared a second question.

“Why do you live separately from Sophie?”

“I don't love him, Si. You know for yourself, right?” Paul laughed as he answered this second question.

Sierra was silent again. He had already prepared the third question, which seemed to be the toughest of the two questions before this. Until Paul seemed tense and anxious, with all the words that came out of Sierra's mouth.

“Why do you always say that Martin is not your biological son?” tanya Sierra, successfully resisted her doubts about this question.

Paul gasps. Unwilling to rashly answer, Paul chose to be silent and thoughtful. Then he called Margaret, who took a baby sitter to hold Diego away, because Paul wanted to have a one-on-one talk with Sierra.

“Master does not need to answer, if you do not want to share with me,” suggested Sierra.

Paul just shook his head, with a smile that kept him on his face. He is now beginning to kiss Sierra's forehead full of affection.

"I love you, Si. Sincerely love you," I'm Paul, who looks serious from the look in his eyes.

Sierra smiled back and kissed Paul on the back.

"I know, you still love Martin," guess Paul, whose face instantly changes. From soft, instantaneously cold and stiff.

Sierra stiffened when Paul managed to guess the contents of his heart. But he tried to divert, before the old man opened his mouth again.

"But I'll make sure I can make you fall in love with me" said Paul, full of confidence.

Sierra did not answer, other than just the look of his face that continued to stiffen.

"Martin is not my son" said Paul, starting a serious discussion. "I'm sure he's not my real son, and he's not,"

"W-why, Mister?" tanya Sierra stammered.

Paul put his lips to Sierra's ears. "Me and Sophie .. have never touched from the beginning of marriage until now,"