The morning sun shimmered gently, casting golden rays on the pavement as Mrs. Micawber left the house for a walk. Her face was calm but weary. A nearby park was her usual refuge—a quiet place where the chaos in her heart could be muffled for a while.
She walked slowly, her thoughts heavy. The air was crisp, yet it couldn't chill the storm brewing inside her. Kay... my daughter... my heartbreak.
Meanwhile, from the opposite direction, Kay was returning from her office, seated in her sleek black car. She wore her usual confident smirk, sunglasses resting on her nose, one hand lazily hanging over the steering wheel.
Then she spotted someone—her mother, walking alone by the roadside.
Kay's brows arched.
What luck! Morning gave me a sexy property dealer, and now evening throws in my emotional key to Dad's wallet—my sweet old mom. She smirked wickedly.
Without hesitation, she pulled over and stepped out.
Mrs. Micawber paused. Her eyes landed on Kay, surprised, unsure whether to smile or turn away. But Kay was already walking toward her, arms wide, that signature fake warmth glowing on her face.
"Mom!" she said brightly, and pulled her into a hug before she could protest.
God… what a day. First a business flirt, now this emotionally fragile woman. Keep playing, Kay. She held the hug just long enough to make it believable.
When they pulled apart, Kay asked sweetly, "Where are you going?"
"I was just heading to the park for a little walk," Mrs. Micawber replied, her voice reserved, eyes still unsure.
"Can I join you?" Kay tilted her head, radiating false innocence.
Mrs. Micawber hesitated, but eventually nodded. "Alright."
They walked silently for a while. Once they reached the park, the older woman sighed and gestured toward a bench shaded under a tree. "Let's sit for a bit."
The wind was gentle, the sky soft with peachy clouds. It was almost 4 o'clock. The world looked peaceful. But beneath it, tension simmered.
Kay took her chance.
"I missed you," she said quietly.
Mrs. Micawber raised a brow. "Really?"
"Yeah… I know it's hard to believe, but—"
"You broke our trust," her mother interrupted softly but firmly.
Kay lowered her eyes, a well-timed tear slipping out.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I really feel guilty." (Cue the crocodile tears... classic trick. Let's wrap this up soon.)
Mrs. Micawber shook her head slowly. "You never contacted us. Not once. It hurt… more than you can imagine. For both me and your father."
"I thought… you'd never accept me again. I was afraid. I'm ashamed," Kay said, brushing a tear away with dramatic flair.
(Ugh. Why is this dragging so long? Forgive me already, old woman. This Oscar-worthy act is exhausting.)
Mrs. Micawber exhaled deeply. "Forget it. What are you doing these days?"
"I'm running that café where we met last."
"Oh! That place was yours?" she said, slightly impressed.
"Yes, it's mine," Kay nodded proudly. "What about Dad?"
"He's working in import and export again. That's actually why we're here—for a few business deals."
"Ah… I see."
They both fell quiet. Mrs. Micawber kept wondering why Kay hadn't asked about Stephon or her child—not a single word. Kay, on the other hand, was mentally rehearsing her next move.
Time to drop the bomb about the marriage proposal. Come on, Kay, make it subtle... but powerful.
Before she could speak, Mrs. Micawber interrupted her thoughts.
"Why don't you come home for a while?"
Jackpot.
"Really?" Kay said, feigning surprise. "I'd love to."
They walked back to the car, and Kay drove them to the Micawber Mansion. Every mile closer, she was weaving her next web.
When they arrived, Kay rang the bell. Moments later, Mr. Micawber himself opened the door.
He was stunned.
He hadn't expected to see his daughter again so soon. She immediately stepped forward and hugged him, this time allowing a few more tears to escape—he was her tougher audience.
He froze… then his arms slowly wrapped around her.
A father's weakness.
"Dad, I'm so sorry… I've missed you so much," she whispered.
He pulled back and simply said, "Come inside."
They walked in and sat down on the plush sofas in the spacious hall. Mrs. Micawber excused herself and went to the kitchen to prepare snacks, leaving the father and daughter alone.
"You're… growing beautiful," Mr. Micawber finally said.
"Thanks, Dad."
"How's your café doing?"
"You know about it?" she asked, raising a brow.
"I know everything about my daughter."
"Well, I must say, I'm impressed," Kay replied smoothly. "By God's grace, it's going well."
"Good to hear," he said, voice neutral.
"Mom told me you're here for business?"
"Correct."
Just then, Mrs. Micawber returned with a tray. She placed it on the table—tea for three, nuggets, and homemade cookies.
"There was no need for this, Mom," Kay said sweetly.
"Don't be formal. Have it," her mother replied, pouring tea into the cups.
Then came the moment. Kay's heart raced—not with nerves, but with strategy.
Mr. Micawber sipped his tea. "So… what are your plans for the future?"
"I… I…" she hesitated.
"Relax," he said softly.
Kay exhaled. "Dad… I want to get married. Again."
The room paused.
Mrs. Micawber blinked.
"Get… married?" she repeated.
"Are you dating someone?" Mr. Micawber asked.
"No. Not yet. Actually… a friend suggested someone. He's a decent man. Responsible. But I'm confused. I don't know what to do."
Mr. Micawber looked at her steadily. "Are you sure he's a good guy?"
Kay nodded, "Yes, Dad."
Mrs. Micawber spoke gently, "Then… we'll meet him. Or his family."
"I want you to meet his mother," Kay added.
"Alright," Mr. Micawber agreed. "Just tell us when."
"Thank you. Thank you so much!" Kay beamed.
Mr. Micawber smiled faintly, sipping his tea.
(Woahhh. That was easier than expected. They bought it. They actually bought it. Perfect. On to the next phase.)
"I'm happy for you," Mrs. Micawber said with genuine warmth.
Kay glanced at the time. "I think it's getting late. I should go now."
(Because if I stay here longer, I might throw up from all the kindness.)
Mrs. Micawber stood. "Yes, sure."
They walked her to the door.
Kay hugged them both again—more genuine this time, or at least it looked that way.
"Take care," her mother said.
Mr. Micawber gave her a nod.
As Kay stepped out and walked toward her car, she smiled smugly to herself.
God, thanks for this mercy. Hah! Wasn't expecting this kind of royal treatment, but I'll take it. Muaaahhh! she giggled inwardly.
The mansion doors closed behind her.
And the game was officially on.