You beautiful people! you got the 500 votes so here, have what you wanted. This can be considered spoiler if you don't want to know how Will feels until Blanca does, so if you want to keep the mystery then skip this and just wait for Friday's update.

For the curious little ones, let's have some Will's POV.

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William Stone's POV

        I spend most of my time around the animals, especially when the kids are at school. I feel the most comfortable when I'm with them and it saves me having to run into certain snob. No matter how much time passes by, I still can't get used to having Blanca Escobar around. Out of all the people who could've found shelter in the Dream House, it had to be her.

It's a constant battle and she gets so easily under my skin. Her sass, that arrogance that makes her think she knows it all and I'm just a fool for having something to believe in. She looks down on me all the time and gets the worst of me.

With her casts, she can't move much so it's a real surprise to find her sat inside the corral with Heidi, one of our goats, on her lap as she confides in her things that she doesn't tell anyone else.

"I'm scared. A part of me, a big part of me, doesn't want time to keep running because it'll mean I have to face whoever tried to get me killed. It means I have to really accept this happened and it's not easy. How can I believe someone really tried to get rid of me?"

I blink as I hear that. I know she struggles with the accident, I've seen her reacting badly to certain situations and I've even triggered some myself, totally unintentionally. But still, it's weird seeing that's a constant concern for her. She doesn't show it, not unless it's out of control. And it's hard to grasp that someone indeed is trying to kill you, that's something for movies and thriller novels.

"I wish it had been just an accident, but Dean wasn't there when I woke up. He either got out or someone did it, because they just wanted me dead." She makes a pause as she hugs Heidi tightly, the goat allows her to find comfort in her. "I don't think you can imagine what it feels knowing someone wants you dead, really dead, and would act on it."

I can't imagine it, how heavy it is, the realisation someone hates you that much. I can't put myself in her shoes and understand what it feels to survive to a murder attempt.

"I'm scared that I'll be found out, that I'll get in so much trouble, but overall, I'm scared whoever tried to get me killed will try again and succeed. I'm actually scared of dying."

I take a sharp breath in. Why didn't I ever think she'd be scared of that? Why didn't I consider the real weight and threat. Someone tried to kill her once, someone might do it again. She lives with that fear and now she's hiding, but surely it must be terrifying knowing she'll have to go back and face whoever did that to her at some point.

She never shows how scared she is, and now she's telling that to a goat, one that can only bleat and nudge her a bit to comfort her.

"What's worse is the possibility that Laura is behind this. She's my stepmother, she's the woman my father loved enough to get married to. How... how can I accept that?" 

I... I didn't know that. She suspects her stepmother? Her family of being behind this? I know Laura, she's the acting CEO after Blanca's father passed away and she looks nothing but extremely nice. She's beautiful and kind, she was Miss England. How can she be behind this?

 "You know what it'd mean to me accepting my father could love someone who tried to kill me?"

I can't fathom how horrible that is, my guts twist in sympathy and worry, things I never thought I'd feel for Blanca.

"I don't know what I'd do if Laura were indeed the one behind. Even if I hate her, even if I'm so fed up with her and I want her as far as possible from my father's company, and my life... I don't want her to be a murderer. I don't want her in jail for an attempt murder. But above all, I don't want the fact my father married someone like her and brought her to my life."

She sighs and I continue blinking, realising there's more that I know. I thought Blanca and Laura got along, they were always smiling for the paparazzi and when they were together. A perfect family, friends. But now I hear Blanca actually hates her. 

"I know I'm not being practical, scared of this and how my opinion of my father my change. I should be brave enough to say that no matter what I'll never think less of my dad, but I can't help it. I know I should just want to be done with all this, get the culprit in jail for what she or he did, and go back to where I belong... but I can't do that. If I try, I feel like I'm faking it."

How can she think about that in a situation like this? Who cares if she's being emotional? She was almost killed, her stepmother could be the one who ordered it. Her family. Even if it is a stepmother, family is something precious that almost everyone takes for granted. It's so conflictive, how can she not be emotional?

I notice she sniffles but I'm not sure if she's crying, however Heidi licks her face as if she were wiping the tears.

"I'm an idiot, aren't I? And a coward."

No, you aren't, I want to say, but I stay quiet.

 "I hate Laura and I'm sure she hates me, but how can you hate someone so much to want to kill them? Is that even possible? Am I too naïve for thinking that kind of mentality doesn't exist in real life? How can I believe she wants me dead? It's easier to accept someone I don't know, someone who doesn't know me, would want me dead. It makes it more detached and possible."

I feel bad for her, for carrying with his on her own and hiding it so well. I can't believe this situation is real, I guess I never fully believed it, but as I see her now struggling, I finally start to believe it.

"I can't even begin to understand, I don't think I'll ever do. I just have to wait until we have evidence against the culprit and I can go back. I have to hide and stay safe until then... letting these thoughts eat me alive. Fun, isn't it?"

I take a step towards her, my chest feels tight with worry and I can't even register I'm moving until Heidi notices me and comes running to my side. That alerts Blanca I'm there and she hurries to pull herself together. I realise she doesn't want anyone to know these worries, not even Nora, and if she find out I've heard her talking to Heidi, she'll get upset. 

I think she's had enough, I don't need to make it worse.

"How long have you been standing there?" she asks, her eyes wide in panic so I just shrug, acting as if I haven't heard anything. "How much did you hear?"

"I heard nothing," I reply. If she wanted this to be a secret that she came to talk to a goat, then I won't run that in her face. "I just know you were talking to a goat like a crazy person."

"Some people have conversations with themselves, it's actually a type of therapy to talk to your reflection. What's so bad about talking to an animal?"

I press my lips together, trying not to show how that reply amuses me. Especially because I talk to animals all the time.

"Nothing," I reply. "As long as no one catches you. Then you'll end up doing another type of therapy."

She scowls and I want to chuckle, but instead I just jump the fence and walk up to her. She is still in her casts and it's probably hard for her to move around. I'm not even sure how she got into this side.

"I heard nothing," I insist, grabbing her wrist to pull her to her feet as carefully as I can she doesn't fight me. "But maybe you should let someone hear your worries. Someone who won't lick your face when you cry. Unless that's your thing."

I know I said I didn't hear a thing and I'll keep repeating this, but she needs to talk to someone about it. She has her best friend here with her, she could confide in her at least. A goat won't help her find an answer.

She stares at me with wide eyes.

"And don't let other catch you talking to the goats as if they were your therapist." I insist, just to make it sound lighter, not like I'm worried about her. "Weirdo," I add before I grab her in my arms.

I know she struggles moving around, so the least I can do is help her get back on the other side. It's easy for me, the fence isn't even tall, I just hold her and carefully place her at the other side. She watches me with her lips slightly parted, surprise written all over her face.

"Now go back inside," I urge her. "I have to check the goats and you'll just get in the way."

She blinks and I don't wait for more, I turn around and focus on the goats, ignoring my concern and curiosity I feel. The accident seems more than it was and she stars looking more human to me. She struggles, she worries and she carries a lot.

I feel sorry for being so harsh on her, and I'm not saying I like her now or anything. I still think she's someone who's doing wrong and doesn't want to realise her own problem, but I start also seeing her as more than the monster I painted in my head.

Blanca is actually just a girl and I shouldn't judge her so hard.