When they were on the top of the hill as Jude, Timothy and the children eyed the aesthetically mesmerizing view from high, they can see the swarm of small houses with spacious, gorgeous yards. The sun rays assaulted below with its brightness, warmness, bathing with its sunny light everything. The birds chirped eloquent, sweet bird songs.

"Wow! What a stunning landscape!" Timothy exclaimed in awe as his chocolate eyes were focused on the beauteous late autumn scenery. His heart molted when he beheld from a hill everything. It has been years since he had such an elating experience. Especially sharing this prominent, adorable moment with the love of his life and the children they have and unconditionally love.

"Isn't it, sweetie?" Jude replied with a rhetorical question as she bit her bottom lip flirtatiously, glancing at Timothy's face.

"Definitely!" He reaffirmed then he peeped at Ellie, Tristan and Agnes, giving them a mellow, loving smile on his shining face. "Kids, don't you think it's beautiful?" Timothy's question refered to the three lovely children as they looked down with their huge eyes. They were hypnotised by its undeniable beauty and scared by heights in the same time. Subsequently, they giggled as they turned to face their parents, pursuing for their eyes.

"Yaa, Daddy. It's vewy pwetty!" The children said in unison.

"That's marvelous." Timothy remarked as they sat on the top of the hill, watching the scenery as Jude and Timothy sat next to one another on the grass, relishing this romantic, wonderful moment along. In the meantime, he inhaled relaxingly as his and Jude's faces lit up after hearing their children's sincere opinion on its natural scenery.

***

Lana couldn't take its agonizing remorse that tormented her mind since she beheld Howards children, reminding her she had a forsaken son in St.Ursula's orphanage. She wanted to bring back her son in her small but luxurious apartment, located in New York. Today was namely the day when she determined to go in the orphanage with special documents which would be tremendously helpful to rescue the little boy from the loneliness, sorrow, growing up motherless as he is encompassed by another children with the same fate just like his and being treated as inferior beings. She experienced a heartache since the last time she met directly with Jude and Timothy, reckoning Ellie, Tristan and Agnes Jude. It changed drastically her worldview in general and on the children, perceiving them in much different way.

Furthermore, whenever Valerie is working as a maid in Howards' mansion and Jude spoke on the phone with the young journalist, the both lesbians had the opportunity to speak to one another as they spent fifteen minutes on the phone at least. They really liked one another since the beginning, besides relishing and cherishing every moment whenever they have the chance to phone each other. Lana promised Valerie to encounter together in Boston one day, without mentioning the day as they haven't arranged it yet.

As the aspiring, juvenile reporter drove her spectacular car as she searched for St.Ursula's orphanage, she wore sunglasses, in case to protect her chocolate eyes from the bright, radiant sun as she drove, ultimately focusing on her driving as it mattered solely now.

What she now was to get her unwanted chwantedild out of the orphanage as soon as possible.

She was awake since six o'clock in the morning, finished drinking her morning coffee with a lit up cigarette to soothe her nerves and prepare her for a long journey in driving until she arrives in Boston to a large extent because of her son.

It took her hours until she established in the small city in the northeast state.

As soon as she was in Boston lastly, her forthcoming destination was St. Ursula as she drove cautiously with moderate speed though there were some aloof drivers who opted to test her patience and toy with her nerves. She didn't supply, as a result of ignoring them as she perceived them as pointless and infantile.

Once she found the orphanage, she parked her car in the nereast park with an available parking lot. She got from the car with her classy black purse as she wore her sunglasses, her silver fur coat, white shirt under her onyx black blazer and skirt, black stilettos as her long, slender legs were layered in thin dark pantyhose.

After she locked her car, she walked jubilantly, flauntingly, ignoring some strangers glares or astonished looks darted into the shining star of New York with her bestseller book Maniac. Her stilettos clicked and clicked. She didn't care about the others' opinions as they were like livid mutters in a desert.

When she stepped in the orphanage's territory, she saw abundance of orphans playing outside, cheerfully screaming and shouting. They ran around as the young, determined journalist walked up to the front door as she wanted to speak to the administrator of its facility.

Suddenly when she passed one group of orphans playing, cruel words floated, rang its unpleasant, reluctant melody in her ears as she turned to face as she saw a pair of three children bullying and insulting an innocent boy, who looked visually four years old.

She casted a glare on the bullies with grotesque frown curling up in the corner of her rosy-coloured plump lips. Her heart raced as she recognized from far away the little boy, who wore eyeglasses. Immensely reminding her of Dr. Thredson. She sped up with her raging clicks of her stilettos, approaching them as her adrenaline boiled, cooked in her body. Her blood boiling wrathfully.

"Come on, little brat! Play with us!" One of the bullies shouted adamantly to Johnny as he dragged out of his face his black low bridge eyeglasses, tossing them clumsily on the ground. Subsequently the other two bullies bursting out laugh vigorously as Johnny stood before them, watching them blankly with his arcane dark brown eyes, scarcely reacting to their mocking. Moreover, the group of hooligans tried to test the desolated, godforsaken boy's patience though he wasn't enraged. Nevertheless, he was indisputably fed up with them.

"No, I wont. You tease with other kids." Johnny stood for himself as ginormous courage oozed of him. He snapped at the bad boys as they looked approximately his age or slightly older than him.

"Oh! That's what the cowards are doing." The second bully exclaimed harshly as he clutched his tiny fist. All of a sudden he felt somebody gripping his arm as he turned frantically with his buddies. They faced and eyeing anxiously the strange woman with her long chestnut hair, wearing her sunglasses yet.

"What are you doing, you little scamps? Leave him alone!" She menanced effortlessly the bullies as her chocolate eyes still glared them as two of them ran away as quickly as possible. They were terrified enough to face the experienced, intelligent woman. The bully who attacked verbally his prey stood yet as he eyed Lana with horrified face, abided paralysed as his body awared him to flee without turning back. But he couldn't. He was rooted in a vicious trap where the escape is impossible.  

"Or what?" The horrified bully questioned as the young woman grabbed him by the shoulder as her snake chocolate eyes fixed on his apprehensive green eyes. 

"Listen, kiddo. I don't want to play your games. Just leave the innocent boy alone, okay?" Ms.Winters warned the slightly older child. 

The sole bully who remained just nod his head and scurried as he left Lana and the orphan all alone by themselves.

Meanwhile, Johnny inhaled fatigued as his chocolate eyes met his biological mother's ones as she crouched down to him, offering him a genuine, vivid smile across her plump lips. A smile he hasn't seen for ages. Or rather, the genuniest thing he has ever seen in his life, cherishing it as a treasure after his life. Lana removed her sunglasses as she wanted a better eye contact as she ideally recognized the little boy. He had his parents' eye color, his father's nose, his mother's delicate, thin lips, white like a milk skin color just like his both parents. 

She placed a hand on his shoulder as her another hand managed to reach up for his face, cupping his chin as she tilted his head to scrutinize his facial features as she was in awe to realise he resembles so much her and Oliver. 

"Are you alright?" She asked Johnny as she evinced natural sympathy towards him. 

"Y-yes, ma'am." He has never seen his biological mother and he had never the chance to see her after his birth as he was way too young to recall it, besides he was given in the orphanage when he was just a few days old only. 

"I am glad about it." She furthered to study his appearance as she was absolutely sure it was Johnny, her sole son, as a result of her rape by Dr.Thredson. "I am Lana Winters, your biological mother who gave you for an adoption and do you know what?" She asked as she continued.

He shook his head timidly as she shifted her hand from his chin to the tossed eyeglasses on the ground, adjusting them on his face as her smile saturated. 

"I am going to adopt you and take you in my home in New York, living together." She encouraged him as she rubbed his shoulder without hurting him physically. "However, first and foremost, I should speak to the administrator of this orphanage and arrange the things. I promise I will get you out of this place as soon as possible." She said jubilantly.

***

As Jude and Timothy with the children went downhill the hill carefully as they didn't want to injure themselves, Timothy was patient for his wife who held the twins as she had a tougher task for now. 

Shortly after descending the high hill, they established in front of one small, old, somewhat demolished house with a gravestone in its yard. The last flowers which sat on the soil had already faded, as a result of the passing time and climate. Jude recalled the last time when she stepped in her old house's territory. It was exactly when she was eighteen years old and a little before to move in the urban part of Boston. 

Icy tears were building as they were already ready to well down her face as they walked up to the gravestone, placing the flowers as Timothy, Ellie and Jude eyed the gravestone's inscription. 

Here lays Hazel Evers Martin, a loved woman and a loving mother. 

May rest in peace

13.05.1896- 25.11.1936

After the couple placed flowers before the gravestone, Jude crouched down as she set Ellie and Tristan on the ground, unable to control her blubbers and lament over her mother's death as she marked 40th anniversary since her mother's loss. Timothy crouched down to his wife as Ellie and Tristan were motionless as they babbled to one another. He dangled an arm around his wife's shoulder as his colossal hand managed to rub her upper back. He was upset over her death too. Nonetheless, Jude's mourning upsetted him even more, incapable of telling her what to do as she had feelings and emotions too. 

To be continued...