In the bathroom, Mr. Moses loads bullets into a small pistol, indicating that it's the right time to carry out a task. He approaches the mirror, visibly angry, talking to himself in front of it.

Mr. Moses: Now, I'll do as they want me to.

While speaking to himself in the mirror, a text message arrives on his phone.

SMS: I've arrived.

Mr. Moses: Okay, I'm coming right away.

We shift to the other side at a luxurious five-star hotel. A luxurious car enters the hotel, and Madam Joyce steps out, dressed in a beautiful red gown, escorted by two bodyguards. After entering the hotel, she heads to a secluded VVIP table. It appears she's meeting someone at the hotel.

After a couple of minutes, Mr. Moses enters the same hotel. He starts walking towards the table where Madam Joyce is seated, but before he gets there, he's stopped by the two bodyguards.

Bodyguard-1: Sorry sir, you can't enter here.

Joyce: Let him in, he's the one I came for. Welcome, Father Eva.

Mr. Moses: Thank you! It seems you've chosen a nice table.

Joyce: It's all for you.

Mr. Moses: Okay, how's Eva?

Joyce: Eva is fine, thank God.

Mr. Moses: Okay, let's not waste time. I came here for a reason. I want to know, what did you tell Eva about our separation?

Joyce: Moses, I want us to have a little chat. You know it's been a long time since we sat together like this.

Mr. Moses: Sorry, Joyce, I'm not here for that.

Joyce: Okay, I haven't told Eva anything.

Mr. Moses: Why is Eva complaining that I mistreated her mother to the point where her mother left?

Joyce: Yeah, that's true.

Mr. Moses: That's nonsense! (He hits the table)

The guards move closer, but Madam Joyce stops them.

Joyce: Please don't touch him. Again, I apologize. Please excuse us; we need to discuss matters you shouldn't hear. I'm sorry.

Bodyguard: Okay, boss.

The guards move away to a distance where they can't hear the conversation.

Mr. Moses: Joyce, you know the truth about why you're lying to our child! You know Eva means everything to me, yet you've decided to poison her against me.

Mr. Moses: You've lied to her to make her hate her father. Maybe you hate your father too because your mother lied to you, she made you see your father as a bad person. Now I see you're doing the same to my daughter. Isn't it? (angrily)

Mr. Moses stands up, with his back to Joyce, then pulls out a pistol. He turns to face Joyce.

Mr. Moses: Tell me what I don't know? (holding the pistol)

Madam Joyce starts crying.

Joyce: You're right, Moses, you're right... You didn't want to give me a chance to explain the truth. Okay, I'm ready to die.

Mr. Moses: Tell me. (pointing the gun)

Joyce: It's true. One day, Eva came to me and asked: "Mom, is everything you told me about my stepfather true?" I replied yes, but I didn't know what she told her stepfather.

Memory

Damian: Eva asked me many questions about you and Mr. Moses.

Joyce: What about?

Damian: She says you and her father are lying, how can you separate peacefully without any disagreements?

Joyce: What did you say to her?

Damian: I tried to explain to her well, I told her that you and her father separated peacefully without any problems.

Joyce: You explained it well. But before she asked me, Damian came to me and told me.

Memory

Damian: Eva asked me many questions about you and Mr. Moses.

Joyce: What about?

Damian: She says you and her father are lying, how can you separate peacefully without any disagreements?

Joyce: What did you tell her?

Damian: I tried to explain to her well, I told her that you and her father separated peacefully without any problems.

Joyce: You explained it well. But there's something I want to ask you.

Damian: What is it?

Joyce: If Eva comes to you and wants to know if what you told her is true, would you tell her yes, it's true?

Damian: Why should I do that? You told her everything that's true.

Joyce: Don't worry; it's a good thing. I want Eva to trust us as she trusts her father, so she won't be afraid to tell us her problems, and we can help her like her parents.

Joyce: That's it, no problem. I'll tell her.

End of Memory

Joyce: The next day, Eva came to me and asked, and I told her what I thought was good.

Joyce: But later, I found out her stepfather lied after seeing Eva had bad communication with you. I asked Eva what caused her to hate her stepfather.

Memory

Joyce: Eva, why don't you want to talk to your father?

Eva: I don't like him because I don't love him.

Joyce: You don't love him? (surprised)

Eva: No, I hate my father very much. I don't know why he was my father... I can't love a father who was mistreating my mother, abusing her, beating her, and then divorcing her so he can stay away from his child. He made me stay away from my mother.

Joyce: Eva! Who told you that? (surprised)

Eva: The one who loves me, the one who assures me he's my real father, who told me he's my stepfather and promised in front of you that he'll love him together with you, my mother only, and anyone who hurts you two has hurt me.

Joyce: But...!!

Before I could say anything, I heard her stepfather calling Eva.

Damian: Eva my dear... Where are you? Let's go for a walk.

Eva: Yes, dad!! I'm coming, my dear father.

After that, Eva didn't want to listen to me anymore...

Eva: Bye, mom, let me hurry; dad will be ready and waiting in the car.. We'll talk later. Bye, mwaaah!! (She left)

End of Memory

Joyce: After that, I had nothing more to say, just asking myself questions. I knew the problem that caused Eva to have bad communication with you. When I tried to find you to meet and tell you all this so we could figure out how to help our child.

Joyce: But coming here, you blame only me, Moses. It's true, I'm the one at fault. Yes, it's my fault even for separating from you because of Damian's influence. (crying)

Mr. Moses: Don't cry, Joy, it's normal in life... Forgive me too, I didn't know all this.

Joyce: I can't forgive you, Moses, because you're not at fault, I am.

Mr. Moses: Okay, Joyce, but now that you know the truth, you have to be careful, maybe he's with you for your wealth... Be cautious, don't sign any document he brings without reading it carefully, okay.

Joyce: Okay, Moses, I understand, but now I don't want to have him anymore. I don't love him anymore; I can't live with someone like this.

Mr. Moses: You have to be patient now, because if you say you're divorcing him, you'll share your property because you're married.

Joyce: So what should we do, Moses?

Mr. Moses: Now what she shouldn't know is that you and I have good communication, she should still think we're enemies. If necessary, pretend like you hate me, okay.

Joyce: I don't know if I can, but I'll try.

Madam Joyce kneels down, begging Mr. Moses for forgiveness.

Joyce: Moses, please forgive me for everything I've done to you.

Before Mr. Moses could reply... Suddenly, a voice is heard.

Eva: Hey!! Leave my mom alone, guards, arrest him! (angrily)

TO BE CONTINUED