The blame

"Hmm, this one you're praising her boyfriend. Is he that cool?"

"Oh yes, sweetheart. Infact you need to see him and how he always defends our daughter. He is like a God sent to our daughter." Isabella beamed.

"Wow, from the words of your mouth, I can tell that it's true." Edwin chuckled.

"Uh huh, he is the reason why bianca is getting chubby, because he feds her always."

"I think I need to start praying for next week to come. Because I can't wait to see her boyfriend." Edwin said.

"He cares for her, supports her and also protect her. Infact as am speaking, bianca is at his place. She barely come home to spend the night."

"Hmm, her boyfriend should better let my daughter out, because she's not a prisoner."

"Edwin, you're such a big idiot. When did I say, Justin is keeping our daughter indoor?"

"Ahh, Justin is his name? Wow wonderful. You know people that usually bares the name Justin, are mostly handsome and gentle." Edwin remarked.

"And that's exactly how bianca's boyfriend is. He is gentle, handsome and approachable." Pausing for a while, she added, "tomorrow is Justin's grandma's birthday party, and bianca is doing a giveaway to the family.

"Really!"

"Yeah."

"And that's because?"

"Well actually, according to her. She said it's for her upcoming Fashion Gala."

"Hmm, nice. And when is the fashion gala?"

"Next weekend."

....

Justin and Bianca's apartment

Inside the room

"Why is he not picking my calls? Is he still mad at me?" Bianca inquired panickly while arranging the bed. "But it wasn't my fault, his ex threaten me and laid a fake pregnancy report against him."

Taking a deep breath, "Ugh, what type of man is he. At least can't he pick my calls and tell me where he is? Or is he gonna remain mad at me for two days? I can't leave a day without him talking to me. Like seriously, it's gonna look weird to me."

Sitting on the bedside, bianca sighed. "No text, no calls, nothing." Looking around, "it's so boring in here, I don't feel comfortable without his presence. Tomorrow is grandma's birthday, which means, we will be in a malice even after the birthday party."

Slapping her head, "oh bianca, you're such an idiot. Why didn't I confirm from another hospital to see if the report was real or not? I am–– Ugh, who's calling me now?" Picking the phone, "Hello?"