Since I Found You
Be Discovered's

Herbert was so excited when he followed Folke and some of his men. They walked gallantly and seemed to challenge anyone, who looked towards the horde of men with the roar's face.

“Where is his room?” ask Folke about Bardolf.

“The man occupies the most luxurious room in this hospital, Sir. Top floor space VVIP,” clear Bardolf.

“Oh, apparently he's a rich man,” taps Herbert slowly. Unlike usual, that day a smile continued to decorate the face filled with a thick beard. Herbert had imagined the scent of freedom, believing that a little more he would get Altea.

However, the beautiful shadow is very far from the reality. Herbert again had to be hit by a sense of anger and tremendous disappointment, when he found the treatment room in question was empty. “What the fuck!” he couldn't believe it.

“Are you delirious, Bardolf?” A sharp look, Folke lay it on his men.

“I swear, Sir. The room is here. I was able to follow the man last night,” rebutted Bardolf with confidence.

“Maybe they've gone home?” said another man.

“Could be,” said Folke while rubbing chin. “Try you to ask the nurses where the occupants of this luxurious room went,” he said.

“Good, Mr.” Without much rebutting, Bardolf rushed into the nurse's room located at the end of the hallway. Not long after, he returned with a worried face. “They're home, Sir,” reports Bardolf.

“Sial!” Herbert clenched his hands perfectly, then smacked them against the wall.

“You are indeed an incompetent father controlling his son, Old Man,” cela Folke who is just as upset. He grabbed Herbert's jacket collar, then pulled it closer. “Don't tell me if you don't know where the man lives,” is furious Folke.

“Te-quiet, Sir. I know exactly where they live. Follow me. We're going to Sieseby right now,” Herbert said in a statement.

Meanwhile, there was an unusual crowd that seemed to be in Vlad's humble mansion. The house, which has been home to the handsome blond man for the past few years, has become more lively with the arrival of Mykola who brought several servants for Elke.

“Include, Mistress. This is Thomas, Uli, and Ilsa.” Mykola pointed her hands at the two men and a woman standing next to her. “Ilsa is a certified nurse. I deliberately rented it, to keep and handle everything related to your health,” continued the dark-haired handsome man.

Mykola gestured for Ilsa to come forward and introduce herself. The middle-aged woman who looked a little chubby was smiling kindly to Elke. “Good day, Madam. Glad to get acquainted and work at this place,” said Ilsa friendly.

“Ah, Mycola. You don't have to go overboard like this. I'm fine.” Elke forced a smile. The look of objection is seen on her pretty face, despite being aged.

“Nothing is excessive, Mom. You should have received special treatment. It should be even more than this,” said Vlad who just entered while carrying some shopping bags.

Behind her, Altea appeared carrying even more pockets, to the point that the girl had trouble walking due to her obstructed view.

“Let me help, Mr.” Thomas and Uli deftly picked up the items Vlad and Altea had brought. “You want us to put these items on which side, Mr?” ask Thomas.

“Put it in the corner. Later will be rewrote with Miss Miller,” replied Vlad.

“Good, Sir,” reply Thomas and Uli. They carry out the orders of the master. Arrange the stuff so it doesn't look messy.

“You put so many people in. Did you forget that there are only four rooms in this house? Yesterday, Mykola brought two servants. After the two went home, he came again carrying three people,” complained Elke while kneeling his temple.

“I told the waiter yesterday to prepare the house next door for Altea and Uli,” Vlad explained. He looked gently at the mother who was comfortable sitting in a wheelchair.

Suddenly, Altea glared at Vlad with a question mark filled gaze. “Home next door? You mean garage?” ask with protest.

“This is so stupid of you, Miss Miller. You know what's the difference between a house and a garage? If I say home, it means home,” Vlad said irritatedly.

“The three closest houses from here are those of Mr. Ignashevich, Miss Miller. You and Uli will occupy the house located right next to the residence of Mrs Elke,” Mykola explained with a much calm compared to Vlad.

“Oh, wow. I just found out it.” Altea was amazed as he looked meaningfully at Vlad.

“Have it done, don't talk anymore. I don't want my mood to be ugly.” Vlad shook his hand. He then moved from where he stood. Vlad intended to check the newly purchased items from the nearest supermarket.

“I've fully understood, Madam. I've never taken seriously anything your son says,” Altea said as he grimaced funny.

“Thank God." Elke laughed softly, grabbing Altea's hand. He rubbed it gently.

“I hope you're the special woman who will tear down the big wall in my son's heart" he said slowly.

“Ah, Mistress. Don't expect too much from me,” said Altea unsure. "I'm not the type of woman your son dreams of" she said again. He recalled the photo of the beautiful woman, who was found in a bag pocket the other day.

“Hey, Miss Miller! How many times have I told you to be thorough when shopping!” There was the sound of Vlad reprimanding Altea as usual. The man might seem as if he could not speak softly to Altea.

Altea who was pensive for a moment, immediately regained his senses. He saw Vlad who was checking the groceries.

“What if I buy you something?" mykola. "What's less than your groceries, sir?" asked the handsome man with dark irises eyes was polite. Mykola is really an assistant with very high loyalty.

“Not necessary. Let me go back to the supermarket with Miss Miller" Vlad refused as he approached Altea standing near Elke. "I'll teach him how to shop well and correctly.” Vlad seemed to want to finish his bad taste until it was not left.

“Is there anything else you need before I return to Hamburg, Mr?” bargain Mykola again still with her polite demeanor.

“Nothing. Go back to the office. Prepare your meeting with investors from Russia. In the near future, if my mother's condition is really good, I will take her to stay in St. Petersburg,” Vlad said lightly. "Again, they're going to have a company birthday party. I have to attend."

“St. Petersburg?” rework Altea with rounded eyes. “You mean ... Russia?” muttered.

“You want to return to Russia, Mister?” Mykola was no less surprised than Altea.

“Yes, I think it's enough for me to be alone here. Right now, I'm ready to accept myself.” Vlad lowered his head while watching his right leg, which stood upright with the help of a prosthetic leg.

“Oh, Vlad.” Elke's eyes looked teary hearing the words of his only son. “Since you were born to this day, you've always made your mother proud, son.” Elke stretched out her arms in a gesture of hugging Vlad.

“Bu.” Vlad smiled softly, then grabbed the mother. He bent his body so that it was parallel to Elke who was sitting in a wheelchair. Vlad hugged the middle-aged woman.

“Really an amazing development,” thought Mykola. “Good. In that case, I will return to Hamburg now, Sir,” said. Besides because Mykola wants to immediately solve the work problem, he also does not want Vlad to see how moved and happy he is for the changes that occur in the man.

“Good.Don't forget to let me know whenever there is a significant development,” Vlad's message while upholding the body, as Mykola nodded. Mykola then walked out of the Elke residence.

“You,” pointed Vlad at Altea, shortly after the sound of Mykola's car engine roaring and getting away. “Cute with me. We'll go back to the supermarket earlier,” take him.

“Don't be too rude to Miss Miller, Vlad. I don't like to see it,” scolds Elke. One hand pulled the bottom of the child's shirt.

“I have to teach him to be more thorough, Mom,” Vlad said. “Kutdai was with Ilsa. You understand ‘kan your duty, Ilsa?” Vlad turned to the nurse of the mother.

“Of course, Sir. You don't have to worry,” Ilsa replied while nodding confidently.

“For Thomas and Uli ...” Vlad then turned his eyes to the two young men who were standing not far from Ilsa. “Tap home next door. The key is next to the television shelf,” Vlad continued.

“Good, Sir,” said both men earlier. They nodded at the same time. Both of them hurried to carry out the orders of the master.

“You!” Vlad turned his head and glared sharply at Altea. “We're leaving now,” take her while taking the car keys out of her pants pocket. He walked straight to the car parked in front of the house. Vlad came in and sat behind the wheel.

Vlad let Altea get himself into the car. He didn't open the door for the young lady. Vlad even drove forward, before Altea had closed the car door perfectly.

“Gosh." Altea shook his head slowly. However, he did not want to comment anything.

Not too far from Vlad's car left the beautiful area, it appears that several cars entered the yard of Elke's house and parked it in a semicircle position. One of the cars opened the door.

A thin man who was none other than Folke, stood beside the car while squinting. “Do not waste time. Quickly log into that house and find Princess Herbert right now!’ his orders with a voice so loud. Meanwhile, his men instantly moved in.