Chapter 6 Friend Indeed

• YVONNE –
• "Yvonne, are you really going back to the Moonstone Pack? I thought you vowed not to visit nor set your eyes on the man who nearly ruined your life." Amanda said.
• I sighed, "You will not understand Amanda, I mean...
• "You mean what? How could you, Yvonne? How could you agree on the contract? Do you even know the repercussions this might cause you?" She yelled, her gaze cautious. However, her mean words were not going to make me retreat from my conclusion.
• I sighed and gently placed the glass of juice I was sipping on the table.
• "Amanda, relax. I know what I'm doing. In case you've forgotten, I'm no longer the weakling Yvonne I was those days, and I would never let them trample on me the way they did in the past. Besides, he is the one who needs my help, and I'm not doing it for him even, but for the pack and Mr. Thomas, who offered the request," I responded.
• "Really?" Amanda gazed at me in disbelief. "Okay, what if he finds out about the triplets? You'll stand a chance of losing your babies to him because I heard he's still childless," she remarked.
• "That's why I requested a contract be signed if that's the case. And there's no way he'll assume they're his kids because no one was aware I was pregnant—not even me—until I came here. They might think I got remarried here and have these babies," I said, with a hint of confidence.
• "But...
• "But what again, Amanda?"
• "The kids bore his resemblance; he doesn't need a DNA test to confirm they're his, especially Liam," Amanda insinuated.
• At this point, I had second thoughts about what she was saying.
• I went over the window, looking out over the city. There was determination in my eyes. After a few seconds of thinking, I returned to Amanda.
• "Then the contract he signed would prevent him from taking them," I responded.
• Amanda was still doubtful about my opinion. Her face didn't bear a bright feature.
• I went closer to her seat, patted her on the shoulder, and squatted down. "Listen, Amanda, I know this was against my wish six years ago, but there's no way I'll keep running away from them. Moonstone Pack is also my home, not just where I was mated. I need to go back; at least my people will know I'm still alive. Trust me, as long as the contract is concerned, no one is going to hurt me and my kids," I clarified.
• Hearing these, Amanda let out a heavy sigh of relief. "If that's the case, then I would accompany you to the pack. So you can have a colleague to seek help from if anything bad happens."
• "C'mon Amanda. What about your job? You have to stay here and keep your job; we will be back immediately after the treatment, and it won't even take long," I explained.
• "Yvonne, I have a strange feeling about this journey you're trying to partake in. People do go against contracts, and this is about life. So allow me to go with you, so if that as*hole tries to harm any of you, I'll stab him straight to death, trust me," she responded.
• A smile crept onto my lips. "Amanda is really a good friend to have this thought about me and my kids, risking her life for an issue she doesn't even know when it happened," I mumbled inwardly.
• "What do you say?" she chimed in after hearing nothing from me over her request.
• "You're such a darling, Amanda," I let out. I stretched my hands apart, and we hugged passionately. Drops of tears rolled down my cheek as I remembered how we met.
• Amanda and I met in college, and fortunately, Amanda found me special and began getting close to me even though I didn't want to do anything with anybody because of how wretched I was. I felt I was the poorest in the whole school and isolated myself from anyone because I didn't want to be insulted over my poor life. I would attend lectures alone and return to my old, outdated dormitory, which even leaked during the rainy season.
• Even when Amanda found out about my past, she stood by me, encouraging me that the future still holds good plans for me.
• "I love you so much, Amanda; you're truly a friend one would ever wish for." I snared, my voice cold and filled with sorrow, and I tried to keep myself from sobbing. The memories aren't worthy of being remembered because they make me sad because of what I went through.
• "It's okay, Yvonne. I love you too and will always stand by you," she responded, and we retreated from each other, still holding our hands.
• "Stop crying, Yvonne; you've conquered and shouldn't let your past weigh you down," she said.
• I gulped down and let out a sigh of relief. "It's okay, Amanda; I was only emotional."
• "It's fine. With time, you'll get rid of it, especially when you might become married to Mr. Thomas," she teased.
• "Geez! How did this girl know about this?" I muttered inwardly.
• "Well, I and Mr. Thomas are just casual friends, he's my boss even, so don't get it twisted," I responded shyly, pretending not to know what she was saying.
• "Yes, that's how it usually starts, from casual friends to matrimonial friends," she teased.
• "Whatever," I responded, and we both laughed.
• "But honestly, he's a good man. I've been noticing how nice he is to the kids and how he treats you; he really likes you but perhaps hasn't had time to let you know about it," she added.
• "Amanda, please spare me that. Or are you jealous?" I winked at her.
• "Jealous? Why would I?
• Just then, my phone began ringing, and I quickly dazed to the table and picked it up. Upon glancing at the caller ID, I gasped. "It's him, Mr. Thomas," I whispered to Amanda.
• I quickly accepted the call.
• "Hello, Dr. Yvonne, Please, could you make it to my office? It is important and urgent."