ANGELICA'S POV

After Madison calms Alissa down, her daughter heads downstairs, Madison suddenly glances at me.

"By the way..." her gaze at me became intense.

"W-what? What's with that look?" I tried copying her expression but failed.

"You said you're gonna tell me later about the girl and Sir Jonathan," she explains.

"Oh... I almost forgot that sorry."

"Go on, what is it?" Madison leans her head across the table to listen to me.

"It seems that he hates the word, dad. He's pretty mad when he heard that word from his sister." she tilts her head at me.

"Girl, you didn't know?" she questions me with a weird look.

"Didn't know what exactly?" I asked Madison.

"That Jonathan and his dad had some bad blood going on," she explains further about how Jonathan hates his dad and the only reason why he was sleeping in his room was that he doesn't want to talk to them. I keep yawning at her talk.

"Is that why?"

"Yeah, and we should probably head back. You're sleepy."

"Yeah... Let me carry the mugs and plate," I offered.

"Sure, I'll just turn off the heater and put this table back in there." I went downstairs and into the kitchen to wash it. After a few minutes, Maddison came downstairs too and said that she'd go to sleep. After washing the mugs, I took a warm bath, and I caught myself thinking deeply again.

"What is that boy talking about again? Cazador?" I can't simply put it in my mind. Why was he targeted? All of it doesn't make sense; after I took a bath and put on some clothes, I went back to the room and slept afterward.

"Hey, Angie, wake up." a female voice. She pushes me out of bed. That's when I came to realize that it was Madison.

"Hey, that's mean," I groan, she keeps pushing me, and I jump out of the bedside to wake up.

"Good morning." she innocently smiles at me as if nothing happened.

"Is it a good morning, huh?" I silently grab the pillow as she nods, and I hit her hard with it, making me laugh so hard.

"That's— that's mean!" she quickly grabs another pillow and tosses it at me. We had another pillow fight, we were childhood friends, and someone came in.

"Mom, where's my car keys—?" Charles' mouth hangs ajar at the mess we made, and the both of us laughed at him.

"What a bunch of weirdos," he mutters and leaves.

"I guess we gotta go clean this room and go back to Beon-Yeong," I nodded. We cleaned up everything before saying goodbye to her parents; after five hours of the trip, we were back at Beon-Yeong, and we parked it in the underground parking lot.

"Do you still remember what happened to you ten years ago?" she asks suddenly without looking.

"That's weird of you to ask me that out of the blue, Maddie." I pointed out.

"Yeah, I know, but it occurred to me. I'm even surprised that you can ride a car after that—" I cut her off.

"It's probably a trauma block, but I'm fine. I don't want to be reminded of that again, but thinking of it makes me want to remember who saved my sister and me." I trailed off.

"Sorry for bringing that up."

"Yeah, it's horrible, but I'm thankful for the very least," she agrees but sighs after a while.

"If only you knew who saved you..." she ruffles her hair gently.

"Yeah, there are two guys who saved Angelique and me that night."

"Two?" she asks.

"Yeah, but I can't quite remember their faces." We're standing in front of the elevator when I remember something is missing.

"Huh? Where's my wallet?" I searched through my bag to no avail.

"Why, what's wrong?" She looks at me.

"I think I left my wallet at your house," I said.

"Really? We should head back."

"Angelica," a voice suddenly pops out of nowhere.

"Oh gosh, you scared me—" it was my boss who did that. Jonathan suddenly grabs my wrist and pulls me away from Madison.

"Hey! You just stole my best friend!" she shouted.

"It'll be quick," he answers with no stopping, and his grasp tightens a bit.

"Let go of me. My wrist hurts." I tried to yank it out, but I couldn't. Jonathan suddenly slams me at the wall far away from Madison.

"Why is this picture in your wallet?" he opens my wallet, and he shows my family picture.

"Huh? Why is— why is my wallet in your hands?" I nervously asked, and he suddenly punched the wall making me scream.

"Answer me, why is this picture in your wallet!?" he started to yell at me. Out of nowhere, there's a loud smack. I opened my eyes slowly, and he was on the floor and out of consciousness.

"Sorry if my brother has to do that. He's probably worked up." his sister drags him to his car and comes back at me with my wallet.

"Is he okay? His hands..." I trail off as I look at the wall with his fist printed on it.

"Oh, don't mind that. The wall is pretty soft. Anyways, here's your wallet...?" Jonathan's sister is asking for a name.

"Ah, Angelica Park." I signed for the wallet.

"And I'm Madeleine, Madeleine Young." she gives it nonetheless and walks away.

"Angie, are you okay?-- oh my gosh, you're hurt!" she hurriedly walks in her heels and holds my shoulder gently.

"I'm— I'm not hurt," I said.

"Your cheeks, it's bleeding." I touched it and winced, a small cut due to Jonathan's punch earlier at the wall.

"I'm fine. I'll go wash it." I plastered a smile at her and went to the underground restroom. Doesn't his fist hurt from that strong impact? I tried punching the wall, and it almost broke my fingers, idiot. I search through my bag to see if there are any bandages in some corners and happen to find one. I put it on my face and walked out. Maddison waits in the elevator and looks at my fist.

"What did you do?" she quickly grabbed it, and I winced.

"Ow, I just tried what Jonathan did," I explained. Maddison raises her eyebrow at me and rolls her eyes at me.

"Angie, the hell?" The elevator dings and opens. My sister is standing there wide-eyed with Nicholas beside him.

"Angelique?" Madison and I both said in unison. They were both shocked at us.

"Uh... Hi!" she awkwardly waves at us and enters. Angelique noticed my fist was wounded.

"Angelica? Who did you punch this time?"

"The wall," Madison says in a frustrated tone.

"Well, I was just— I was trying to do what he did," I exclaimed.

"Angie, I told you already."

"I know, I know, it's just. How can Jonathan's fist be fine after punching it hard?"

"Are you sure?" Nicholas asks.

"Yeah, it doesn't have a bruise. And why are you guys together?" They both coughs at my sudden question, and they try to find an answer.

"We were... uh... we just met— coincidentally, " he says.

"Yep, we... met, coincidentally." They both nod at each other.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes at them, and the elevator dings again for us to get off.