I apologize for how long it took me to write this. this was a very tough chapter for me to write; I must have scrapped at least ten times, only to go back to my original idea. I hope you enjoy it. I will be much more diligent and try to come up with updates every ten days at most. I want to thank all my followers for their kind words of encouragement. Seriously, i wouldn't be able to do it without you guys. You guys rock!


The sounds of the waves crashing against the shore and the smell of the ocean were soothing and comforting. He was hanging out at the beach with the love of his life and the two of them had just finished building a sand castle with the help of his daughter. The little girl had decorated their masterpiece with seashells and pebbles that she had found scattered all over the place. In the distance, seagulls were performing elaborate dances as they held vocal arguments with each other.

He took a look at his lover's face in awe; his skin was glistening in the sunlight and the specks of gold in his eyes were shimmering just for him. He could have spent eternity in that exact moment, but something felt strange. He turned around and noticed a dark shadow near the trees; that shadow had long curled locks that were flowing in the wind and it was watching them from a distance. Suddenly, the seagulls went quiet, the sky gradually turned to black and the ocean's waves became completely erratic. He glanced over where his loved ones were and he was horrified to see his lover and his child melt like wax statues. He opened his mouth to scream in despair, but no sound came out.

He felt as though someone was breathing over him and when he turned around, the shadow was mere inches away from him and he heard it hum the nuptial march, that's when he realized who it was.

"You thought I'd allow you leave, didn't you? You thought I'd set you free without putting up a fight? Have you forgotten the vows we exchanged? You are a weak man, Kyle Broflovski. This is for the better and for the worst." The shadow softly spoke as it raised a sharp knife from its belt.

"Rebecca, please put that down. We can talk about this. Please, don't do anything stupid." He desperately implored, horrified as he watched that shining blade come closer and closer to his throat.

"Oh, please honey; you barely spoke a full sentence to me since we got married ten years ago. The two of us have nothing to speak about, but don't worry; it'll all be over very soon." She replied as she rested the cold blade on his trembling throat.

He wanted to run away, but his legs refused to move. He tried to scream for help, but his vocal chords made no sound. He was shaking with fear and soon, he felt the warmth of tears streaming down his face.

"Please, you don't have to do this." He begged.

"Oh, but that's where you're wrong my love. Let me remind you the vows we exchanged once more; you and I, we are stuck together until death does us part." She snickered before she firmly pressed the blade to her husband's throat and slit it in one swift movement.

He collapsed to the ground and watched as a pool of blood gathered beneath him while his senses slowly started to fade. Her laughter filled his ears until the sound of static overpowered everything and his vision was progressively lost.

"Khal..." A soft and familiar voice called. "It's OK. You were just having a bad dream."

The redhead's eyes flew open before he glanced around the room frenetically until his eyes found Eric's. As the nightmare slowly faded away and reality became more and more concrete, Kyle swung his arms around Eric's neck and hugged him tightly.

"That dream must have been really fucked up, I mean, one second you were smiling as you slept and the next, you were twisting and turning and whimpering." Eric whispered lovingly as he rubbed the redhead's back.

Kyle was trying his best to calm his frantic breathing and had to concentrate to keep himself from crying. Although he knew it had been nothing but a dream, it had felt very real and it wasn't just because he felt the coolness of the blade against his neck and that could still hear Rebecca's voice replay in his mind; the words that his wife had spoken in his slumber were haunting him.

"Come on, let's get up. I'll make us some coffee and you can tell me all about that nightmare. It really fucked you up." Eric said as he broke his embrace and got up from his bed while Kyle was left to stare blankly at the wall.

"I haven't dreamt in years..." The redhead mumbled before a red terry cloth robe landed on his lap.

"Put this on; my place is a little chili in the morning. Besides, you don't want your daughter and Flavia seeing you walking around butt naked, do you?" Cartman ordered as he was putting on a robe himself.

Kyle complied and slipped the robe on before he got up from the bed and realized that the garment was about three to four sizes too big for him. He stood in front of the mirror and contemplated just how ridiculous he looked wearing that gigantic thing until Cartman placed himself behind him and lightly kissed his neck.

"You look adorable in my robe." Eric gently murmured.

"More like I look like an idiot." He retorted, causing Eric to chuckle and plant another kiss, this time on the cheek.

"You look fucking perfect." He declared before he grabbed his phone without looking at it, slipped in his pocket and walked to the door followed by Kyle.

While Eric headed straight to the kitchen to brew some coffee, Kyle made a quick stop in the room he was supposed to sleep in and grabbed his phone which was still hooked to the charger and turned it on as he made his way back to his lover. As he walked, he noted how incredibly quiet the house was. When he entered the kitchen, he glanced at the time; it was passed ten in the morning and he found it odd that his daughter was nowhere to be seen as she tended to be an early riser.

"I guess Ayala and Flavia had a late movie night; my daughter never sleeps in." Kyle remarked as he sat on one of the stools that were surrounding the counter.

"Flavia never sleeps in either; I guess the two of them have already left. I know she had planned a big day for the two of them." Eric retorted as he hugged his lover from behind and lightly kissed his cheek.

The silence was interrupted by Kyle's cell as it finished booting and alerted Kyle that he had new voicemail messages or new texts. The redhead casually grabbed his phone and noticed that Flavia had sent him a plethora of messages the night before. Intrigued, he clicked on the first one.

Your daughter is throwing up. I think she ate too much junk during the movie and I don't think all the Mountain Dew helped.

He nervously clicked on the next one.

This is the third time she throws up. I'm getting a little worried. I'll keep you posted.

He gasped as he opened new messages continually, one after the other.

Ayala keeps throwing up and now she seems really out of it. I think she needs to go to the hospital.

I'm really sorry for disturbing you and Eric, but Ayala was just on the floor convulsing. Could you please come upstairs? I'm about to call an ambulance.

I know you guys are having fun, but this is really serious. The ambulance is on its way. Please come up, I'm freaking out.

Kyle's blood froze as he understood why the house was so quiet. He quickly glanced at Eric, who was also going through his phone and had suddenly jumped up from the stool.

"I'm getting changed. Can you call me a cab?" The redhead declared with a trembling voice as he ran to the room where his luggage was left.

Rather than complying with Kyle's request, Eric called Flavia directly instead.

"It was about time! I've been trying to reach you and Kyle since last night." A tired voice answered.

"Which hospital are you at?" Eric demanded to know.

"We're at the Presbyterian."

"How's Ayala?"

"She's had better days, but she should be fine. The doctor said she has a very violent form of gastroenteritis and she was severely dehydrated when we got here around midnight."

"Are you with her?"

"Yes. She's sleeping right now, but come quickly with Kyle. I had to lie to get her treated."

"What do you mean?"

"They needed parental consent to treat her, so I told them I was Ayala's mom. Please come as quickly as possible."

"We'll be there in fifteen." He announced before terminating the call and running to his room in order to get changed.

He threw on a pair of sweats and the first t-shirt he could find before he went back to the kitchen where a sloppily dressed Kyle was pacing around like a manic.

"Is the cab here yet?" He begged to know as he turned to his lover.

"The cab will only slow us down. The hospital is within walking distance." He replied as calmly as he could.

"Let's go then!" Kyle exclaimed as he made his way to the door.

The redhead took a hold of the doorknob, but was interrupted by Eric's giant hand before he had a chance to turn it. He looked up at his lover who was fixating the floor.

"Khal, I just spoke with Flavia. Your daughter is OK, but there's something you need to know." The brunet admitted as he finally gained the courage to look into the green of Kyle's eyes.


Flavia watched Ayala sleep as the last of her intravenous drip was slowly being injected into her. The child was pale, her skin had a greenish tone and her hair was more messy than usual, but at least she was doing better than the night before. Whenever the blonde closed her eyes, she could still see the little girl shaking on the vomit stained high end marble tiles of the washroom. The most nerve racking part was when the kid laid on her back and started to gag, almost suffocating. That was when Flavia stopped trying to reach her boss and his lover in vain and finally dialed 9-1-1.

The blonde quickly glanced down at her watch; it had almost been ten minutes since she spoke with Eric. She was seriously looking forward to Kyle's arrival because she knew her time was running out. The little girl was on her third and final drip before she was to be discharged, and Flavia had lied to the hospital staff by claiming she was Rebecca. The only way she had to get out of this mess was for Kyle to sign the discharge papers.

The assistant's eyes wandered to the window where she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the glass. She barely recognized herself: her hair was a mess, her makeup had melted all over her face and her velvet robe was stained with vomit. She was in such a state of panic that she didn't even bother to get changed when the ambulance had arrived to get Ayala at the One Madison.

Her thoughts were interrupted when two men barged into the small hospital room. She breathed a sigh of relief when she recognized Kyle and her boss. She immediately jumped to her feet and walked over to the lawyer.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I didn't know what else to do." She whispered on the brink of tears.

"What's going on? What's wrong with my daughter?" Kyle questioned immediately.

"She was throwing up, then she seemed to snap in and out of consciousness and next thing I knew she was convulsing on the floor." She began as looked into the redhead's eyes. "I brought her here and they ran some tests. Everything kept coming back normal until the doctor noticed that she was severely dehydrated and he diagnosed her with a stomach virus. She needed to be hydrated, but they needed parental consent in order to start the treatment since she is a minor." She continued before she lowered her glance. "I had no choice but to lie to them, Kyle." She finally admitted.

"Eric told me about your little lie. Don't worry; I'll handle things with the hospital's administration." He immediately reassured her by embracing her, despite the vomit that covered her clothes. "Don't be sorry either, you did the right thing. I'm the one who is sorry; Ayala is my responsibility, not yours. It's not fair that you've had to deal with that situation alone." He whispered in her ear as he gently rubbed her back.

Cartman watched the whole ordeal and felt horrible; he felt as though this disaster was entirely his fault. He should have glanced to his phone the night before rather than silencing it and disregarding it. He looked at the little girl who was quietly resting and it broke his heart to know that every time he had disregarded his phone, it was she he was ignoring. Mere moments later, a short plump man entered the room, immediately followed by an older looking nurse.

"Good morning Mrs. Broflovski; I've just been informed that your husband has arrived." He saluted prior to turning his attention to the two gentlemen in the room. "Which one of you is the patient's father?" He inquired.

"That would be me." Kyle immediately replied.

"Nice too meet you, Mr. Broflovski. Has your wife explained to you what Ayala has gone through?" He asked while he quickly looked through the child's chart.

"Yes, my wife told me that Ayala was severely dehydrated due to a virus and required immediate treatment." The redhead stated while he shook the doctor's hand.

"Indeed; your little one seems to have caught a nasty and virulent strain of gastroenteritis. To be sincere, I would not be surprised that anyone who came in contact with her might catch it, me and everyone else in this room included." The professional replied.

"Doctor if I may, since when does gastro cause convulsions and loss of consciousness?" Eric inquired, perplexed by the diagnostic.

"Well, Mister..." The doctor paused, trying to recall the brunet's name although it was never mentioned to him.

"Cartman." Eric simply informed him as he guessed the doctor's dilemma.

"Hmmm. You must get this all the time, but are you related to Eric Cartman, the business man?" The doctor playfully asked.

"I am Eric Cartman the owner and CEO of CF Corps." Eric flatly replied.

The physician's eyes grew to the size of saucers and it took him some time to get over the initial shock of speaking to a man who was considered a legend on Wall Street.

"Mr Cartman, the virus doesn't cause those ailments on its own, but it will cause dehydration. Loss of consciousness and convulsions are symptoms of severe dehydration." The healthcare professional smoothly continued.

"But she was fine all day yesterday! She hasn't complained once about feeling off." Kyle exclaimed.

"Gastro has a tendency to manifest itself very suddenly in children. In any case, she'll be fine. We treated her and now she just needs a couple of days of rest. I recommend she stays in bed as much as possible in the next couple of days and that she drinks plenty of clear fluids. Stay away from cola and other caffeinated soft drinks and offer her easy foods to digest, such as chicken broth, crackers and so on." The doctor continued. "In any case Nurse Armstrong will have you sign the discharge form and you'll be able to settle and take your little girl home. I wish you all a good rest of the day." The rotund man concluded before he turned and left the room, most likely to tend to his other patients.


"I need a drink." The blonde proclaimed.

Flavia had never been more content to get back to the place she now called home. While Kyle carried his daughter upstairs, the blonde marched right to the bar and poured herself a double whiskey which she promptly swallowed in front of her boss' incredulous eyes. She went to pour herself another one, but this time Cartman grabbed the bottle before she could do so despite the death glare his assistant gave him.

"Flavia, take it easy." He warned as calmly as he could while he looked at her in the eye.

She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath.

"Eric, last night I thought Ayala was going to die in my arms." She began, murmuring as she shut her eyes. "While I was trying to figure out how to help her, you and Kyle were unreachable. Despite all the beatings and domestic violence I've endured, I have never been more scared in my life than last night." She continued while opening her eyes and resting her hallow gaze on Eric. "So after going through all that, when I say I want a drink; bitch, you say 'how many?'" She concluded in a calm, steady voice which was betrayed by how tense her body was.

The business man was caught completely off guard by his assistant's tone and language. He immediately let go of the bottle, which the blonde grabbed and brought directly to her lips. She took three big gulps before she grimaced and finally set the bottle back down.

"At least tell me last night was worth it?" She slurred.

"Kyle and I had a great time, yes." He admitted as he lowered his gaze to the floor.

"Did you at least make any progress towards our plan?" She dryly questioned.

"I convinced him to do a DNA test on Adam." He responded as he looked up to Flavia with a twinkle in his eye.

Eric felt a little relieved when he saw his assistant's lips produce a faint smile.

"You should go take a nice hot bath. I'll run it for you if you want." He offered.

"Thanks, but I can't let you go in the bathroom. Ayala threw up everywhere in there and I didn't exactly have time to clean it up last night." She refuted as she struggled to get up. "I'll go take care of that now." She added as she walked towards the staircase.

"You don't have to do it now. You can use my bathroom for the time being, until the cleaning lady comes tomorrow morning." Eric swiftly suggested as he got up and quickly followed the blonde.

Noticing that Flavia was ignoring his words, Cartman quickly grabbed her forearm and forced her to face him. His assistant flinched and tried to break free, but Eric refused to let her go. He thought he had seen her at her lowest months prior in Hawaii, but this time took the cake.

"You're going to sit back down on the couch while I run a bath for you and then, you're gonna go soak for a little while before you go to bed and sleep for a couple of hours." He aggressively ordered.

"Let go of me!" The blonde growled.

"No, Flavia, you listen to me; if you keep going, you're gonna kill yourself. Look, I'll clean the damn bathroom upstairs if I have to, but you're done for today." The brunet barked back.

"I need to do it! It's my responsibility! Let me go already!" She cried as she tried to escape his hold.

"What the fuck is going on?" Kyle shouted from the top of the stairs.

Eric immediately let go of Flavia and her cries instantly came to a halt. They turned to the redhead and noticed he was holding his mobile phone in his right hand.

"Flavia, I'm sorry to interrupt whatever you two were doing, but my wife wants to speak to you." The redhead stated as he came down the stairs and handed his phone to the disheveled blonde.

Flavia took the phone and took a few steps away from the two men before turning her back to them.

"Hello?"

"Ms. Fornari, my husband told me that Ayala was quite sick during the night. Is it true?" Rebecca queried in the most obnoxious fashion possible, completely taking Flavia by surprise.

"Yes, Mrs Broflovski. Your daughter was throwing up a lot. We took her to the ER but she's fine now." Flavia feebly articulated.

"Where is she now? My husband won't let me speak to her." She snarled.

"She's back at the triplex and she's sleeping. I will make sure she calls you when she wakes up." Flavia tried to assure her.

"In any case, this is the last time I let you and your boss take my daughter anywhere without me as you are clearly incapable of taking care of her. I knew it! I knew something like this would happen! Thank God you don't have kids of your own; God knows how neglected they'd be!" She berated the blonde, her voice filled with hatred and resentment.

Flavia felt dizzy as she let Rebecca's words sink in. She wasn't sure whether it was because of the alcohol, or because she believed what the brunette had just said to her, but her eyes filled with tears regardless. She felt useless and powerless, just as she had when she lost her baby all these years ago. As much as she would have liked to, she had nothing to retaliate to her words.

"I want my husband and my daughter to come back home as soon as possible. I want them both here tonight. I don't care what strings you have to pull or how many blowjobs you need to give your boss to accomplish that, but I want both of them back home before you do any more damage. Understood?" Rebecca yelled loud enough for both Eric and Kyle to hear.

"I understand." She whimpered as tears streamed down her before she handed the phone back to Kyle and ran up the stairs to retreat in her bedroom like a teenage girl filled with angst leaving Kyle and Eric dumbfounded behind her.

"Hello? Hello?" The phone was heard screaming before Kyle brought the device back to his ear.

"I gotta go." Kyle barked before terminating the call.


Kyle had been staring at the television for close to an hour although he had no idea what he was watching. He kept thinking about how a fun weekend getaway turned into a pure and utter disaster. Although the previous night had been heavenly, he couldn't even think of it in a positive manner after what had happened to his daughter. It was the first time since he reconnected with his old flame that he thought of himself as an unworthy father. She could have died. No you idiot! No one dies from gastro in this day and age! But she was convulsing. Stop thinking about that! She's fine now and all she needs is rest. The fact that he was sitting by himself was truly not helping his inner conflicts.

Eric had spent the past hour by Flavia's door trying everything he could think of to make her come out going as far as to threaten to fire her, but to no avail. Right after her brief conversation with Rebecca, Flavia had locked herself in her bedroom and she didn't seem to have any intentions of coming out. She kept silent despite the knocks on the door and the pleading tones. Scared that he might end up waking up Ayala, the businessman finally gave up and made his way down to the living room to join his lover.

"Did she come out?" Kyle inquired finally snapping out of his thoughts.

Cartman shook his head as he sat down next to his lover. He took a good look at the redhead: he looked tired and sick with worry. He seemed stressed out of his mind. Compared to the night before where he was acting so light hearted, Kyle seemed like a different person entirely. But above all, he looked so damn unhappy and seeing him like that made Eric feel as though he was continually getting stabbed in the heart. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around the frail looking lawyer and planted a sweet, delicate kiss on his forehead.

"I'm sorry Khal. This situation would have never occurred if I had just listened to you last night and picked up my damn phone. I royally fucked up." He whispered in his beau's ear as he brought him closer.

Kyle nodded. "You couldn't have known. Besides, Ayala will be OK. She's been treated and she just needs some rest. It's Flavia I'm worried about. I hope she's resting right now; God knows the poor woman needs it." He reassured before resting his head on his lover's shoulder.

"I hope you tear your wife a new one tomorrow when you'll see her. I don't know what she was telling Flavia before, but that last thing she screamed really pissed me off!" Eric said as he gritted his teeth.

"I'm not happy with Rebecca one bit. I understand that she's worried for our daughter, but to lash out at Flavia like that was completely uncalled for, especially since she saved our daughter for a second time." The redhead pondered as he furthered his snuggles with the gentle giant.

The cuddling couple was interrupted by the sound of bell.

"What was that noise?" Kyle muttered.

"It's the elevator's bell, and if Flavia's upstairs, that's-"Cartman started before he heard the familiar clicking of stilettos.

"Babe, I'm here. You can tell Flavia to come down." Tiffany's voice resonated in the lobby.

The two lovers immediately broke their embrace before the Trump girl caught them red handed.

"Oh my God, Tiff. What a surprise! I wasn't expecting you to come here today." Cartman loudly proclaimed, trying to sound as natural as possible.

"Oh babe, don't be silly! I couldn't just sit at home while your friend's daughter is sick and in need of her momma." She said as she finally turned the corner and faced her boyfriend and his guest. "Hi Kyle, I'm sorry your stay has to be cut short. Hopefully, you guys can reschedule once your little one feels better." She added with her eyes filled with empathy.

His emerald eyes filled with confusion, Kyle glanced at his lover hoping he'd have some sort of insight as to what was going on, but Eric seemed as oblivious as he was. Suddenly, they heard noise coming from upstairs: Falvia was finally coming out of her chamber.

"Oh, there she is!" Tiffany uttered. "Flavia, I'm here in the living room with Eric and Kyle." She shouted just loud enough to be heard across the Condo.

"We're coming." Flavia shouted back.

"Tiff, I don't mean to sound rude, but what's going on?" Eric finally decided to ask.

"Flavia didn't tell you? She spoke with my father a little earlier and explained the predicament that Ayala was in. My father was moved by the story and decided to fly Kyle and Ayala back to Colorado on board his private jet." The Trump girl gleefully explained.

Eric didn't seem pleased by his girlfriend's answer and glared at his assistant the moment she stepped into the room with Ayala by her side. The brunet no longer cared that his assistant was exhausted and looked like a zombie. He hated being kept in the dark, and she knew it, yet she still dared to go behind his back and made the decision to send back his lover and Ayala back home.

"I knew you'd be upset, but I had very little choice. This child needs her mother." Flavia told her boss, anticipating his questions before she turned to his lover. "Kyle, I hope you understand that this is in Ayala's best interests." She pleaded as she put her hand on the weak little girl's shoulder.

Kyle seemed to finally snap out of shock and nodded at Flavia's words after he took a good look at his daughter.

"Daddy, I don't want to go back to South Park yet!" The little girl weakly proclaimed as she weakly stomped her foot on the ground.

"I don't want to go back either, but when I look at how sick you are, I realize you need to be at home resting." Kyle admitted before remembering what the doctor had told him that same morning. "Miss Trump, the doctor told us that Ayala is still very contagious. I wouldn't want you to catch her virus." He immediately warned his lover's girlfriend who immediately chuckled.

"A little stomach bug doesn't scare me, I'm not really worried for that. It's getting late, and if we want to make your wife happy, we need to get going very soon."

"You're right. I have a few things of my own to put away before I can take care of Ayala's stuff. Give us about ten minutes." Kyle said as he got up from the couch.

"Flavia packed all my stuff already." The little girl muttered.

"Ayala, how about you go with your father anyway and make sure he doesn't leave anything behind?" Eric asked Ayala, who reluctantly headed towards her father's room. He then turned to Tiffany. "Babe, could I have a word in private with my assistant?"

"Sure, hon. I'll wait in the lobby." She casually replied before planting a loud, sticky peck on his cheek which made him grimace.

The moment his girlfriend was out of sight, Eric pointed to the balcony and started to walk towards the patio door. Flavia silently followed him, bracing herself for whatever was to come. Once the two were outside, Eric stared in the distance for a few moments before he turned to face the blonde.

"I understand. I get why you arranged this whole thing, but what I don't understand is why you orchestrated everything in my back. This is Kyle we're talking about." He carefully articulated.

Flavia was relieved to see that her boss took her scheming relatively well.

"I was scared you'd try to stop me." She admitted.

"Of course, I would have tried!" He barked, exasperated. "Sure, I would have wanted Kyle to stay until tomorrow, but I would have stopped you because you're caving into the bitch's demands! How could you? Was it the fatigue or the alcohol that clouded your judgement enough to send the kid back to Rebecca?" He asked, puzzled by Flavia's logic.

Flavia took a deep breath as a faint smile appeared on her face before she gave Cartman a tap on the shoulder.

"Roughly ten years ago, a good friend of mine was distraught. He had just gotten rejected by the love of his life, and he decided to cut all ties and stay out of his life in order to honour his wishes. When I asked him why he wasn't fighting for his flame, he told me that in order to succeed in life one must be able to pick their battles. Today, I understood what he meant." She calmly explained.

Cartman's eyes were starting to fill with water as his assistant spoke those words.

"That friend of yours seems like a pretty wise guy." He replied after a moment of silence, to which Flavia tenderly smiled.

"He is very wise; he also taught me to see opportunity where other people see disaster." She tried her best to console her boss. "Cheer up, Eric. The charity gala is only two months away; that gives Kyle plenty of time to get Adam's DNA tested for the plan to go forward and for Rebecca to be out of the picture for good. This is nothing but a minor setback at." She then added.

"I hope you're right." He sighed. "By the way, what the bitch told you earlier is bullshit. You take care of Ayala like a pro, and if you ask me, Rebecca is the one that isn't fit for motherhood." He added as he lightly pinched Flavia's cheek, thus making her blush.

"I think we should go back inside and say our goodbyes. I also need to get ready to give a statement." Flavia said as she grabbed the patio door handle.

"What statement?" He asked, perplexed by her declaration.

"I'll fill you in once we're alone." She simply responded before opening the door.


Rebecca was finishing her glass of wine as she surfed through the television channels, looking for no show in particular, her thoughts wandering on the day she just had instead. It had been her day of vengeance and the self-satisfied smirk on her lips was further proof that she was extremely proud of her accomplishments. She was still at the firm when she received the phone call she had been expecting from her husband and she had the delight of faking a hysterical crisis in front of her brother-in-law as well as the interns. She relished every single word she mouthed off to Flavia, and was pleasantly surprised when the blonde yielded. She was going to use her newly acquired information to make her back off, but didn't need to; that was the icing on the cake for her. It's juicy information to have... just in case; you never know.

Her attention was brought back to the screen when a special announcement was broadcasted and what she saw nearly made her spit out her wine. The images showed that the main road in downtown South Park was being closed in order to land a plane. It took the brunette a few moments to connect the dots once the journalist started describing the events that were taking place.

"Yes Tammy, apparently ex-president Donald Trump himself had contacted the mayor a few hours ago demanding the road to be closed so that his plane could land. The story is that his daughter's boyfriend, billionaire tycoon Eric Cartman, was having a friend and his child over for the weekend and that the child got violently ill. That kid is none other than Ayala Broflovski, the little girl who nearly got abducted last spring in Hawaii and was saved by Mr. Cartman's assistant."

"Thank you Tom. Although Mr Trump refused to comment, we have received a declaration from Eric Cartman's assistant, Flavia Fornari. Let's roll the tape."

"I want to take a moment to deeply thank Mr. Trump for his immense generosity and I want to apologize to the residents of South Park for the inconvenience of this emergency landing. Little Ayala was very sick last night and we spent the night at the hospital with her. To me, Mr. Cartman and Mr. Trump, the priority was to bring a sick child back to her wailing mother. Ayala and I have grown very close as of late, and she has inspired me in many different ways. I was going to disclose this under happier circumstances, but there's no time like the present; Mr Cartman and I are proud to announce the inception of the Ayala Foundation which will have as a primary goal to prevent and educate youths about sexual assault. More information will be released throughout next week."

"It is also to be noted that Mr Cartman will personally compensate those who were affected by the closure of Main Street. If you were one of those people, please call the toll-free number at the bottom of the screen to make your claim. Back to you, Tom."

Rebecca's jaw dropped to the ground. She couldn't even blink as images of her daughter and her husband getting off the luxurious jet were playing on the screen. After what seemed like an eternity to her, she quickly gulped down the last of her wine glass. Although she had demanded for her family to be return to her on that same day, she didn't expect Flavia to deliver, let alone deliver in such a grandiose way. Once again, her private life was displayed for everyone to see, and after the scene she made at the firm earlier, she was bound to be the laughing stock amongst her husband's staff. The brunette felt panic rise in her gut; the confidence that she had found that day was starting to crumble as the images showed her husband and her daughter board Sheila's car.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed and she reached for it, her eyes still glued to the television before she glanced down to the mobile device, expecting a message from her husband. The brunette growled as she read the message and threw her phone against the wall, shattering it in a million little pieces.

Hi Rebecca, as you saw on the news, your husband and your daughter are back in South Park. When we spoke earlier, you seemed very distressed, so I got Sheila to go pick them up since you didn't sound like someone who should be behind the wheel. Sweet dreams –Flavia.


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