Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 82 - No Direct Answers (Sky's POV) | walked Angela to the dresser and helped her dry her hair. “You used to have long hair,” | 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 the mirror after | turned off the hairdryer. | took the hairbrush from the table, but she shook her head as | was about to pull her hair in a ponytail, her usual hairstyle, She took her hairclip from the box and put it in her hair, 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 her head from side to side, checking on her hair.

“It must be precious for her,” | said. “Maybe,” she chuckled as she raised her head to look at me. “She has been putting this in my hair since | was two? Maybe...” She squinted her eyes. “Anya said she has been putting this in my hair since my head started growing hair.” | only nodded, not wanting to say anything more about it. “How are you feeling now?” “Aside from feeling refreshed?” She hissed and looked at her ankle. “This will makeawake the whole night.” “Well, not until you take that medicine Uncle David will give you,” | said, lowering my head and kissing her. | smiled when she parted her lips, but before | could deepen the kiss, | pulled away. “I just dressed you, 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, | would force you to chwith me.” | turned to the door.

“Where are the kids?” “Don’t tellyou missed them suddenly appearing from nowhere?” She laughed, trying to stand. “Don’t carry 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 callstraitor,” She rolled her eyes. | laughed with her. “Where to?” | asked, helping her walk. “To Sister Grace's office. I'll do my reading there. You said you wanted to talk to Sister Grace? She's in her garden. Catch her before the angelus.” | nodded as we walked slowly toward the next room. As she sat on the couch, holding the book she got from my study room, | went out of the office and found Sister Grace watering the flowers. “| 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 | would still recommend her to have an X-ray to be sure,” | 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 | help you, Sky?” She tapped the metal backrest of the bench, askingto sit down.

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

She pursed her lips but managed to smile at me. “That's very nice of you, but the needs of the residents cfirst.” “I know,” | nodded. “That‘s why | am encouraging our business partners to help you. Catherine, my secretary, 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 see her talking with the triplets now.

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

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

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

“But she would always tellshe was not complete, will never be complete.” My heart cried, remembering her birthday wish, always hoping for her birth parents to find her.

“Sister Grace,” | heaved a deep sigh, not knowing where to start. “She’s... Umm, Angela... Whew! The triplets...” | hissed, wanting to curse, but | stopped myself.

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

| breathed out; my heart hammered in my chest, making a deafening thump that even though | knew it, | was still scared to know she was the Angela | was looking for. “Are they?” Sister Grace did not nod nor answer in words.

“Six years ago, | met an Angela, but | swear | didn‘t know she was a minor. She said she was eighteen, and we just both beccrazy that night -” | took a deep breath. | turned my head to Sister Grace and shook my head.

“If only | knew, | would - ” What would | do? | didn‘t know. In front of Sister Grace, | felt like confessing all my sins.

She tapped my hand and placed my hand on my chest. “You think she was the sAngela.” There she went again, not tellingdirectly, only confusing me. Our conversation was makingangry, but furious at whom, | was no longer sure. All | was sure of was Sister Grace knew we were talking the sAngela but not confirming it, and | understood that she only wanted to protect her. | didn‘t need to tell her | had already checked her profile, and she fi age of that Angela | met six years ago.

“Sister Grace, you are a woman serving the church, | married the Angela | met that night, but she lefttellingshe was a minor, so our marriage was never binding.” | took a deep breath before | continued, “I am engaged to be married next year, and | don‘t want any problems with my marriage.” She smiled, but | saw the sadness in her eyes. “Sky, as you said, | am a woman serving the church, and | always acknowledge the sanctity of marriage, but | respect the law of man.

Although there's a difference between the law of man and the law of God, | believe that the Angela vou met years ago outsmart you.” She rose to her feet.

“A piece of advice, son, if this Angela thinks your marriage was never binding, | think you still need to consult your lawyer about it.” “What if she was the sAngela | was looking for, Sister Grace?” She was 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 to talk to her girls if you intend to take them from her. Like what Mrs. Antonetta said, each of her girls had her piece of brain, and they‘re all as brilliant as their mother.” | stood up. “Are you saying she’s the Angela | was looking for?” | wanted to scream at Sister Grace to just say yes, but she only heaved a sigh. “I wish | could give you a direct answer to your question, but son, | am not the right person you need to ask about this matter.” | closed my eyes. Of course, | could not blher for not givingan answer. | opened my eyes and met her eyes. “The hairclip she has on her hair... 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 | would get an answer to this 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 for her. The baby | found that day wailing at the gate of the nursing hwas holding it. | remember being afraid that it might have hurt her. Angela has always been the owner of that hair clip, Sky. Please excuse me.” Before asking the question, | was sure my heart was thumping crazily in my chest, but now it had stopped beating. | turned my head slowly, looking at Angela, who raised her eyebrows at me. She was probably wondering what my conversation with Sister Grace was all about.

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