Chapter 82
Chapter 82 – No Direct Answers (Sky‘s POV) I walked Ang to the dresser and helped her dry her
hair. “You used to have long hair,” I nced at the picture. “Why did you cut your hair?” She scoffed.
“With three girls to tend to, even drying my hair is a luxury for me.” She looked at our reflection in the
mirror after I turned off the hairdryer. I took the hairbrush from the table, but she shook her head as I was
about to pull her hair in a ponytail, her usual hairstyle, She took her hairclip from the box and put it in her
hair, making her look more like a teenager than a mother of three.
“Sister Grace was looking for this. She thought I lost this,” Ang widened her eyes as she moved her
head from side to side, checking on her hair.
“It must be precious for her,” I said. “Maybe,” she chuckled as she raised her head to look at me. “She
has been putting this in my hair since I was two? Maybe...” She squinted her eyes. “Anya said she has
been putting this in my hair since my head started growing hair.” I only nodded, not wanting to say
anything more about it. “How are you feeling now?”
“Aside from feeling refreshed?” She hissed and looked at her ankle. “This will make me awake the whole
night.”
“Well, not until you take that medicine Uncle David will give you,” I said, lowering my head and kissing
her. I smiled when she parted her lips, but before I could deepen the kiss, I pulled away. “I just dressed
you, Anj. Let‘s not go to that part of undressing you and ending in that small bed.”
“I don’t remember having any problem on the couch,” She bit her lower lip.
“If this dinner meeting isn’t important, pumpkin, I would force you toe home with me.” I turned to the
door. “Where are the kids?”
“Don‘t tell me you missed them suddenly appearing from nowhere?” Sheughed, trying to stand. “Don‘t
carry me, Sky. Just help me, please. They‘re probably entertaining the residents.” She pouted. “I‘m no
longer the favorite here, but my three little angels. Mrs. Antta still calls me traitor,” She rolled her
eyes. Iughed with her. “Where to?” I asked, helping her walk. “To Sister Grace‘s office. I‘ll do my
reading there. You said you wanted to talk to Sister Grace? She‘s in her garden. Catch her before the
angelus.” I nodded as we walked slowly toward the next room. As she sat on the couch, holding the
book she got from my study room, I went out of the office and found Sister Grace watering the flowers.
“I hope that child didn‘t throw a fit,” She smiled gently at me. “She must be really in pain that she didn‘t.
My secretary will be here to bring the medicine from our family doctor, but I would still rmend her to
have an X–ray to be sure,” I said, putting my hands in my pants pocket.
“Thank you, Sky,” She put the watering can on the table when she reached the edge. “How can I help
you, Sky?” She tapped the metal backrest of the bench, asking me to sit down.
“I‘m donating not for the residents but for the renovation of the nursing home, Sister Grace,” I started as I
sat beside her.
She pursed her lips but managed to smile at me. “That‘s very nice of you, but the needs of the residents
come first.”
“I know,” I nodded. “That‘s why I am encouraging our business partners to help you. Catherine, my
secretary, will reach out to you for the details.”
She nodded. “Does Ang know you‘re doing this?” She asked, ncing at the window. We could see
her talking with the triplets now.
I shook my head. “She kept on running away from me,” I breathed out.
She chuckled and took my hand and sandwiched it in her hands.
“When I first found her, I thought she would not live, but she was strong, and as she grew up, she was
really smart and independent, only asking for her parents twice but never asking about them again.” SheAll content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.
said sadly. “But she would always tell me she was notplete, will never beplete.”
My heart cried, remembering her birthday wish, always hoping for her birth parents to find her.
“Sister Grace,” I heaved a deep sigh, not knowing where to start. “She‘s... Umm, Ang... Whew! The
triplets...” I hissed, wanting to curse, but I stopped myself.
“You think the girls are yours?” She chuckled.
I breathed out; my heart hammered in my chest, making a deafening thump that even though I knew it, I
was still scared to know she was the Ang I was looking for. “Are they?”
Sister Grace did not nod nor answer in words.
“Six years ago, I met an Ang, but I swear I didn‘t know she was a minor. She said she was eighteen,
and we just both became crazy that night –” I took a deep breath. I turned my head to Sister Grace and
shook my head. “If only I knew, I would – ”
What would I do? I didn‘t know. In front of Sister Grace, I felt like confessing all my sins.
She tapped my hand and ced my hand on my chest. “You think she was the same Ang.”
There she went again, not telling me directly, only confusing me. Our conversation was making me
angry, but furious at whom, I was no longer sure. All I was sure of was Sister Grace knew we were
talking the same Ang but not confirming it, and I understood that she only wanted to protect her. I
didn‘t need to tell her I had already checked her profile, and she fi age of that Ang I met six years
ago.
“Sister Grace, you are a woman serving the church, I married the Ang I met that night, but she left
me telling me she was a minor, so our marriage was never binding.” I took a deep breath before I
continued, “I am engaged to be married next year, and I don‘t want any problems with my marriage.”
She smiled, but I saw the sadness in her eyes. “Sky, as you said, I am a woman serving the church,
and I always acknowledge the sanctity of marriage, but I respect thew of man.
Although there‘s a difference between thew of man and thew of God, I believe that the Ang vou
met years ago outsmart you.”
She rose to her feet.
“A piece of advice, son, if this Ang thinks your marriage was never binding, I think you still need to
consult yourwyer about it.” “What if she was the same Ang I was looking for, Sister Grace?” She
was about to leave, but my question stopped her.
she heaved a deep sigh before turning around. “If she was that Ang, you need to talk. You need to
talk to her girls if you intend to take them from her. Like what Mrs. Antta said, each of her girls had
her piece of brain, and they‘re all as brilliant as their mother.”
I stood up. “Are you saying she‘s the Ang I was looking for?” I wanted to scream at Sister Grace to
just say yes, but she only heaved a sigh. “I wish I could give you a direct answer to your question, but
son, I am not the right person you need to ask about this matter.” I closed my eyes. Of course, I could not
me her for not giving me an answer. I opened my eyes and met her eyes. “The hairclip she has on her
hair... Ang said you have always put that in her hair ever since, and she said it‘s very precious to you.
Who gave it to you, Sister Grace?” My heart was beating erratically, hopeful that I would get an answer to
this random question. “No one gave it to me, and it‘s not precious to me, but for Ang,” She answered,
ncing at Ang opening the window of her office. “I just thought it was something very important for
her. The baby I found that day wailing at the gate of the nursing home was holding it. I remember being
afraid that it might have hurt her. Ang has always been the owner of that hair clip, Sky. Please excuse
me.”
Before asking the question, I was sure my heart was thumping crazily in my chest, but now it had
stopped beating. I turned my head slowly, looking at Ang, who raised her eyebrows at me. She was
probably wondering what my conversation with Sister Grace was all about.
I swallowed hard, realizing I think I just found out who Ang‘s parents were.