You was walking beside Pierre, one of the French people on the island. You had a nice chat about how the island was lately and our kids.

"Richarlyson is a lot of work, but he's a sweetheart and I love having him as a son!" You say smiling, remembering your son.

Pierre moves even closer to you. "Pomme and they are quite friendly, aren't they?" He speaks referring to the friendship of his daughter and your son.

From a distance, Forever watched everything, feeling angry and jealous.