“You’ve heard her, Hebrew…” Beatrice was breathing heavily as she paced back and forth around the study room. “The woman, your ‘fiancée just said that her father is Mauricio Agusto.” She paused and stared at the confused younger brother who was restlessly sitting on the chair in front of Roberto’s table. “Kilala mo naman siguro ang Mauricio Agusto na ‘yan, hindi ba? Siya ang nagbabanta sa broadsheet. Siya ang isa sa mga bumabatikos sa pamilyang ito.”
Mabigat na napabuga ng hangin si Hebrew habang sapo ang kanyang mukha. “How many times would I have to tell you, Ate Beatrice. This might be a coincidence. Posibleng kapangalan lang ng dad ni Mauve ang Mauricio na ‘yan. Please stop concluding without getting the whole story done, will you?”
“Then stop denying it.”
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