"I just think both Yelena and Dicky are too young to consider marriage." Jay simply came up with a reason, finding it all the more logical after some consideration. "Yelena’s just three! It's far too early to consider that.""It's called planning ahead, get it? Do you think Yelena won't get rivals for a young man as fine as Dicky?" Zoe said seriously, convincing herself further the more she said it.Who knows? Richard Levine might be married by the time Yelena becomes an adult, and she would die regretting that her golden goose was poached to be someone else's son-in-law."No. Yelena's cute, so all the good ones would flock around her anyway," Jay replied solemnly. "And even if she doesn't like them or refuses to marry, she can stay with us forever. That's fine, since I can afford it."Zoe was rendered speechless.Does Jay know that being too nice a father would spoil a daughter? And what was that supposed to mean, that Yelena could stay with them forever?!"What if you die?" Zoe
However, Cordy was unable to smile because her own life was now a mess. It was a miracle that she discovered that John was still alive, yet he ended up as someone else's fiance.Her grandfather also remained in a coma, and the Cranstons’ conflict was never resolved.It was as if nothing would go well for Cordy, and the crushing weight of it all left her suffocating.Even Sean was getting restless—the culprit who poisoned Jesse was still not making a move days after they set their trap. They had nothing that could expose the culprit, and it was all a complete mystery.That was when it occurred to Cordy. "Maybe they’re waiting for Grandpa to actually wake up before doing anything?" Sean's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?""Grandpa's will is favorable to the culprit as long as he stays unconscious," Cordy explained. "All they needed was to stay strong and do nothing, while waiting quietly for the final outcome. He should know all too well that any false moves would expose them."
Seeing that Cordy was silent for a long while, Sean called out to her."Cordy?"Cordy shook her head. "It's my personal problem. I'll handle it."Sean sighed. "I know you will—you’re as rational as you’re smart since I've known you, and there's nothing that can stand in your way. I'm the one who needs your advice in a great many things, but that’s precisely why I think you need someone to depend on. You're isolating yourself. Being too independent means you're also the one who gets hurt the most."Sean earnestly wished that Cordy could let down her guard and really open her heart, so that she didn’t have to live under so much pain.Ultimately said nothing, once again choosing to take everything upon herself. -A week later, Patrick left the capital and Cordy saw him off at the airport.He was actually reluctant to leave, but he was stubborn and kept saying things like he didn’t know when the next time he would have free time, that he would be busy and the like.While Cordy co
Cordy actually wondered when she could let go of the past.Soon, perhaps?After sending off Patrick, she returned to the car Sean arranged for her and returned to Cranston Hall.She didn’t bring Dicky along to the airport since she expected to head back soon after seeing Patrick off, just as she did not want Dicky to have to keep running around with her.She reclined against the backseat, looking up at the blue skies of the capital. Her phone then rang, and she checked the caller before answering it."Have you sent off Patrick Stuart?" Sean asked casually."I just did. I'm on my way back now.""Actually, you should head to the hospital right now," Sean suggested. "I'm rushing there right now—I just released news that Grandpa regained consciousness.""Okay," Cordy agreed."See you later.""Yeah."Hanging up, Cordy told the chauffeur, "The hospital, please.""Okay," the chauffeur replied respectfully.-Most of the Cranstons had reached the hospital when Cordy did, and th
Cordy left with Sean without looking back, but she could feel a certain pair of eyes fixed on her.She smiled in irony—what was the point in staring at her like that, when he didn’t call or text to explain himself?-As they returned to their car, Sean said, "Now that we've set the bait, we just have to wait for our quarry to take it.""Yeah." Cordy nodded.Their plan was simple—to force the hand of the culprit. If the culprit wanted Jesse Cranston dead, he or she would definitely make another attempt since the first one failed.And now, their people are stationed at the hospital, waiting for the culprit to fall for it…"Watch out!"Sean was suddenly yelling at the chauffeur, who jammed his foot on the brake in his shock at that very moment.The chauffeur had been driving straight ahead despite the traffic light flashing red, and a motorbike happened to be bounding forward from the side. They would definitely crash into each other if the chauffeur kept going."I'm sorry," h
The first collision was on the car's engine compartment, and everyone inside would at worst suffer cuts from bruises. But if the car streaking towards Cordy's side of the car would crash into them, it would most definitely kill her.Nonetheless, the chauffeur gritted his teeth and used the last shred of his strength to swerve the car, sending it into a powerslide.Bang! The car coming from the side struck their hood and rocked their car violently, leaving it a crumpled heap of metal while the airbags into the car all popped open.The trio in the car all fainted from the violent crash, and the traffic on the road quickly built into a congestion.A certain black car was stuck halfway due to the traffic jam ahead as well."What happened?" Nana asked. "Why’s there suddenly a traffic jam?"It was just her, her chauffeur and John in the car.They didn’t stay at the hospital for long. It was as Sean had said—the doctors forbade them from entering Jesse's ICU ward, so Jean didn’t keep
John dashed at top speed, and soon arrived at the wreckage.The three-car pile-up was pure carnage, and there was already a huge crowd standing around the scene.When John saw the car in the middle that was in pieces, and the car plate that was barely hanging on…No.She wasn’t in the car.She couldn’t be.But that really was Sean's car, which he used to drive Cordy around when she was in the capital.John couldn't care less and charged through the crowd, and leaned over the car window to get a look inside.Unfortunately, there were too many cracks for him to see clearly.He gritted his teeth and punched it, but it did not shatter. It was bulletproof glass, and it didn’t break despite the initial crash.John didn’t drag his feet and turned, heading towards the nearest car and asking the driver urgently, "Get me a hammer."Most cars had one in case of emergencies, and the driver quickly brought him his.John dashed back to the black Roll Royce, found a good spot on the win
Sean told John, "Cordy's leg is stuck between her door and the front seat. Her safety belt is also jammed.""Okay, got it." John promptly turned towards the crowd nearby. "Anyone have anything sharp? A knife? Even a fruit knife?!"The crowd around them were restlessly gathering around the wreckage, but was afraid to get involved since the accident looked terrible and the victims probably did not survive.However, they were eager to look around when they heard something was needed.A man soon returned with a two-thumb wide fruit knife. "Will this do?""Sure.""Yes."John took the knife and soon returned to the car, deflating Cordy's airbag a little before cutting Cordy's seatbelt as hard as he could.Although the seatbelt was very thick, John never stopped cutting.Sean could see John’s palm turning red.He doubted that John would go that far if the latter didn’t love Cordy."Lucas!"They both heard Nana screaming for John. She had hesitated in her car for a long while, bu