Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell



"I'm at Gordon's Value Mart..."

"What?"

Ivan jumped out of his chair, knocking over the bottles on the table.

"It's right next to Franklin Complex. The store's only been open a month. Hurry up and get over here!"

Karen hung up before Ivan could answer.

She put the phone back in her pocket with a grin.

"You two are dead meat..."

"Hilda, did I get us into serious trouble?" Hayley asked with a worried face.

Hilda had dragged Hayley back into the shop and squeezed Hayley's hand reassuringly.

"We have cameras in the store. They won't dare do anything."

Hayley nodded and wiped away a tear.

Suddenly, the phone she had tucked away in her apron pocket rang. It was her son, Owen. Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked at Hilda with joy.

"Hilda, it's my son!"

"Go ahead and answer it. Just keep calm, and don't start screaming like last time." Since Owen had run away from home, Hayley had hardly smiled. Whenever Owen called, their conversations quickly turned into arguments. It deepened the rift between them.

"Tomorrow's his 18th birthday. He must want to come home for my cooking," Hayley said, wiping away more tears before answering the call with trembling hands.

Owen started carefully, "Mom..."

"Yes, that's me!" Hayley replied with tears streaming down her face.

A mother would always worry for her child. Their previous arguments had all stemmed from Owen leaving without a word.

She wondered how much money a kid under 18 could make. Fortunately, he was with Carlisle. Carlisle was a sensible kid, so that gave her some peace of mind.

"Mom, are you home? I'm almost there," Owen said.

"I'm at Hilda's store, Gordon's Value Mart outside the complex."

She hadn't seen Owen in two months, and their phone calls always ended in fights. Now that he was coming back, she felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Okay. I'll be there in 20 minutes," Owen said before hanging up.

Hayley didn't ask if he had made any money. She was just relieved that he could take care of himself at his age.

Meanwhile, a black Santana pulled up in front of the store. Ivan got out and quickly made his way to the entrance.

Karen's arrogance grew when she saw Ivan.

"My nephew's here. You're dead now..."

Benjamin shook his head and stepped behind Heath's wheelchair, gripping the handles. "Ivan, it's him..."

Karen pointed at Benjamin.

"Avenge me. Make his face swell up!" Karen yelled at Ivan.