I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

John Wilkinson looked at the now gray-haired Mrs. Wilkinson. After the recent typhoon, his mindset had changed. No one could predict what would happen next. Perhaps in waiting, the opportunity would be lost forever.

“John, why are you staring at me like that?” Mrs. Wilkinson asked, puzzled. “Is there something on my face or is my hair messy?”

“Mom, you have gray hair,” John Wilkinson said.

Mrs. Wilkinson laughed, “I’m over fifty; it’s normal to have gray hair. Aging naturally is a form of grace. You know I have gray hair, but you still haven’t settled down and given me a grandchild. The girl I introduced to you last time was quite nice. Maybe we can all have dinner together sometime…”

“Alright, Mom, you arrange it,” John Wilkinson replied.

Mrs. Wilkinson was stunned, “John, is the sun rising from the west? You’ve finally come around.”

She was too surprised by how obedient her son was this time, agreeing to everything she arranged. Previously, John had always been resistant to blind dates, claiming he was too busy.

“It’s about time,” John Wilkinson thought of Terrence and Meredith and said, “There really is such a thing as undying love in this world.”

Mrs. Wilkinson was delighted, “John, it turns out my son is a romantic at heart. Believing in love is good. I’ll arrange something for you later, but first, let’s go to the temple to pray for your sister. I hope she returns home soon.”

As Mrs. Wilkinson envisioned the day her daughter would return, John Wilkinson’s next words left her stunned.

“Mom, actually Sarah has already come back.”

Mrs. Wilkinson was petrified, thinking she had misheard, “John, say that again. What about Sarah?”

“Mom, Sarah has come back,” John Wilkinson repeated as he looked at Mrs. Wilkinson. “I haven’t told you before because I wanted to find the right moment for you and her to reunite without any complications.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Who knew what might happen after Selene got out of prison? Or whether an unexpected event might rob them of their chance for reunion?

Upon learning that her daughter was alive and had been found, Mrs. Wilkinson was overwhelmed with excitement. “John, tell me quickly, where is Sarah? Why didn’t you bring her back?”

“You’ve met her,” John Wilkinson said. “Sarah is the person you saw at home last time.”

Mrs. Wilkinson recalled Selene and was once again shocked and trembling with excitement. “She’s my daughter? No wonder… no wonder…”

No wonder she felt that sense of familiarity; it was her long-missed daughter.

“Take me to see Sarah immediately,” Mrs. Wilkinson couldn’t wait any longer. “John, where is Sarah? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Mom, you can’t see her now,” John Wilkinson said. “Sarah is in prison serving a three-year sentence. I planned to tell you after she got out because Sarah didn’t want you to know she was in jail.”

“In prison? What did Sarah do wrong? How could you let your sister end up in jail?” Mrs. Wilkinson became angry but didn’t blame John for not protecting Selene; instead, she asked, “Can’t we visit her in prison? You hold such a high position; make it happen now.”

Mrs. Wilkinson’s tone was commanding; she was too excited and anxious to see her daughter immediately. She couldn’t imagine what life in prison was like for her.

“Mom, it’s too late now; let’s talk about it tomorrow,” John Wilkinson said remorsefully. “It’s my fault for not protecting Sarah well enough; she was sentenced to three years but can apply for a reduction with good behavior so she might get out earlier.”

“Why wouldn’t Sarah want to see me? I’m her mother,” Mrs. Wilkinson said sadly. “Does she blame me? Does she not want to acknowledge me?”

“Mom, Sarah doesn’t blame you,” John reassured.

“What crime did Sarah commit to get a three-year sentence?” Mrs. Wilkinson asked with concern. “How has she been all these years? Why didn’t she come back to find us?”

After some deliberation, John said, “Sarah was trained by an assassin organization and became an assassin…”