Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin
Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Chapter 82 – No Direct Answers (Sky‘s POV) I walked Angela to the dresser and helped her dry herhair. “You used to have long hair,” I glanced at the picture. “Why did you cut your hair?” She scoffed.“With three girls to tend to, even drying my hair is a luxury for me.” She looked at our reflection in themirror after I turned off the hairdryer. I took the hairbrush from the table, but she shook her head as I wasabout to pull her hair in a ponytail, her usual hairstyle, She took her hairclip from the box and put it in herhair, making her look more like a teenager than a mother of three.

“Sister Grace was looking for this. She thought I lost this,” Angela widened her eyes as she moved herhead from side to side, checking on her hair.

“It must be precious for her,” I said. “Maybe,” she chuckled as she raised her head to look at me. “Shehas been putting this in my hair since I was two? Maybe...” She squinted her eyes. “Anya said she hasbeen putting this in my hair since my head started growing hair.” I only nodded, not wanting to sayanything more about it. “How are you feeling now?”

“Aside from feeling refreshed?” She hissed and looked at her ankle. “This will make me awake the wholenight.”

“Well, not until you take that medicine Uncle David will give you,” I said, lowering my head and kissingher. I smiled when she parted her lips, but before I could deepen the kiss, I pulled away. “I just dressedyou, Anj. Let‘s not go to that part of undressing you and ending in that small bed.”

“I don’t remember having any problem on the couch,” She bit her lower lip.

“If this dinner meeting isn’t important, pumpkin, I would force you to come home with me.” I turned to thedoor. “Where are the kids?”

“Don‘t tell me you missed them suddenly appearing from nowhere?” She laughed, trying to stand. “Don‘tcarry me, Sky. Just help me, please. They‘re probably entertaining the residents.” She pouted. “I‘m no

longer the favorite here, but my three little angels. Mrs. Antonetta still calls me traitor,” She rolled hereyes. I laughed with her. “Where to?” I asked, helping her walk. “To Sister Grace‘s office. I‘ll do myreading there. You said you wanted to talk to Sister Grace? She‘s in her garden. Catch her before theangelus.” I nodded as we walked slowly toward the next room. As she sat on the couch, holding thebook she got from my study room, I went out of the office and found Sister Grace watering the flowers.“I hope that child didn‘t throw a fit,” She smiled gently at me. “She must be really in pain that she didn‘t.My secretary will be here to bring the medicine from our family doctor, but I would still recommend her tohave an X–ray to be sure,” I said, putting my hands in my pants pocket.

“Thank you, Sky,” She put the watering can on the table when she reached the edge. “How can I helpyou, Sky?” She tapped the metal backrest of the bench, asking me to sit down.

“I‘m donating not for the residents but for the renovation of the nursing home, Sister Grace,” I started as Isat beside her.

She pursed her lips but managed to smile at me. “That‘s very nice of you, but the needs of the residentscome first.”

“I know,” I nodded. “That‘s why I am encouraging our business partners to help you. Catherine, mysecretary, will reach out to you for the details.”

She nodded. “Does Angela know you‘re doing this?” She asked, glancing at the window. We could seeher talking with the triplets now.

I shook my head. “She kept on running away from me,” I breathed out.

She chuckled and took my hand and sandwiched it in her hands.

“When I first found her, I thought she would not live, but she was strong, and as she grew up, she wasreally smart and independent, only asking for her parents twice but never asking about them again.” She

said sadly. “But she would always tell me she was not complete, will never be complete.”

My heart cried, remembering her birthday wish, always hoping for her birth parents to replace her.

“Sister Grace,” I heaved a deep sigh, not knowing where to start. “She‘s... Umm, Angela... Whew! Thetriplets...” I hissed, wanting to curse, but I stopped myself.

“You think the girls are yours?” She chuckled.

I breathed out; my heart hammered in my chest, making a deafening thump that even though I knew it, Iwas still scared to know she was the Angela I was looking for. “Are they?”

Sister Grace did not nod nor answer in words.

“Six years ago, I met an Angela, but I swear I didn‘t know she was a minor. She said she was eighteen,and we just both became crazy that night –” I took a deep breath. I turned my head to Sister Grace andshook my head. “If only I knew, I would – ”

What would I do? I didn‘t know. In front of Sister Grace, I felt like confessing all my sins.

She tapped my hand and placed my hand on my chest. “You think she was the same Angela.”

There she went again, not telling me directly, only confusing me. Our conversation was making meangry, but furious at whom, I was no longer sure. All I was sure of was Sister Grace knew we weretalking the same Angela but not confirming it, and I understood that she only wanted to protect her. Ididn‘t need to tell her I had already checked her profile, and she fi age of that Angela I met six yearsago.

“Sister Grace, you are a woman serving the church, I married the Angela I met that night, but she leftme telling me she was a minor, so our marriage was never binding.” I took a deep breath before Icontinued, “I am engaged to be married next year, and I don‘t want any problems with my marriage.”

She smiled, but I saw the sadness in her eyes. “Sky, as you said, I am a woman serving the church,and I always acknowledge the sanctity of marriage, but I respect the law of man.

Although there‘s a difference between the law of man and the law of God, I believe that the Angela voumet years ago outsmart you.”

She rose to her feet.

“A piece of advice, son, if this Angela thinks your marriage was never binding, I think you still need toconsult your lawyer about it.” “What if she was the same Angela I was looking for, Sister Grace?” Shewas about to leave, but my question stopped her.

she heaved a deep sigh before turning around. “If she was that Angela, you need to talk. You need totalk to her girls if you intend to take them from her. Like what Mrs. Antonetta said, each of her girls hadher piece of brain, and they‘re all as brilliant as their mother.”

I stood up. “Are you saying she‘s the Angela I was looking for?” I wanted to scream at Sister Grace tojust say yes, but she only heaved a sigh. “I wish I could give you a direct answer to your question, butson, I am not the right person you need to ask about this matter.” I closed my eyes. Of course, I could notblame her for not giving me an answer. I opened my eyes and met her eyes. “The hairclip she has on herhair... Angela said you have always put that in her hair ever since, and she said it‘s very precious to you.Who gave it to you, Sister Grace?” My heart was beating erratically, hopeful that I would get an answer tothis random question. “No one gave it to me, and it‘s not precious to me, but for Angela,” She answered,glancing at Angela opening the window of her office. “I just thought it was something very important forher. The baby I found that day wailing at the gate of the nursing home was holding it. I remember being

afraid that it might have hurt her. Angela has always been the owner of that hair clip, Sky. Please excuseme.”

Before asking the question, I was sure my heart was thumping crazily in my chest, but now it hadstopped beating. I turned my head slowly, looking at Angela, who raised her eyebrows at me. She wasprobably wondering what my conversation with Sister Grace was all about.

I swallowed hard, realizing I think I just found out who Angela‘s parents were.