Arwen was in her car, driving to her office when she heard her phone beeping with a notification. Unlocking it, when she checked, a warm smile spread across her lips.

    It was Aiden. He had sent her an image of his breakfast, quoting, "I won''t lose the deal."

    [Fighting!] She replied to him back before going back to click the image. The food looked fine.

    "Good that he is finally getting serious about his meals," she muttered, closing the chat. She checked the time back on her watch and then asked, "Alfred, how long will it take?" She noticed that they weren''t heading through the familiar road.

    "Madam, there is some construction work going on our usual route, so I decided to take this route today. This will take time but we won''t get late," Alfred politely informed.

    Arwen nodded.

    They drove through the road, and while Arwen casually scrolled through her mails.

    Meanwhile ...@@@@

    Back at Winslow Estate, after finishing breakfast, Gianna rushed back to her room.

    One reason why she had to run was because she left her phone in the room itself, and without it, she wouldn''t be able to make the call.

    The moment she entered the room, she rushed towards the bed to grab her phone. Her fingers curled around the device as she glanced up with some thought before unlocking her phone and going straight to dial a number.

    The call was connected immediately and just after a few rings, it was also answered.

    "Gina, sweetheart, you called?" a man spoke through the other end, and Gianna closed her eyes, feeling slightly guilty.

    "Dad," she sighed. "I know I should have called you but I didn''t get the time. I —"

    "It''s okay, dear," he said, his voice as loving as Gianna had always remembered. "As long as I get to hear my princess''s voice, I don''t mind anything else. Tell me, how everything is going? Did you have any plans of coming back home?"

    "Gia!"

    "Mom," Gianna reciprocated, continuing, "I have something to ask you. Can you please tell me honestly?"

    "What are you saying, Gia?" Efa chided softly. "When have I lied to you?"

    "You didn''t, Mom. But I said so that this doesn''t end up being your first time."

    "Gia!"

    "Mom, this kind of important," Gianna said, impatience laced in her voice. "I am confused already and I don''t want my confusion to deepen any further so ..."

    "Fine, ask me," Efa relented, asking, "What is it that you want to know? Don''t tell me it''s again about your Uncle."

    "It is!" she admitted.

    "Gia, you —"

    "Mom, when did Uncle plan to come to Cralens?" Before her mother could chide her more, Gianna blurted out. "I am not stirring any trouble. I just want to know one simple thing, Mom. When did he decide to come to Cralens? Didn''t you say that he was still considering it when we last talked about his return?"

    Efa seemed to have paused on the other end of the call.

    When Gianna didn''t hear her speaking for a while, she asked again. "Mom?"

    "Yes," Efa replied. "At that time, I think he was still considering. I just heard it from your grandmother. I am not very sure. But that''s how it should be. I mean he would have taken the time to settle things in New York before actually shifting to Cralens."

    As Gianna heard her mother say that, her brows furrowed.

    If her uncle has truly came later, then how was he there to save Arwen that day ...