"Nigel, you're an adult. How can you still take money from your uncle?"Regina looked like she'd just eaten a lemon. She forced a smile as she said rigidly, "Give it back to Uncle Timothy."Something was off. However, Timothy didn't seem to be surprised at all. He was smiling even, joy evident on his face. Indeed, he seemed like a loving uncle who was genuinely happy for his newlywed nephew. Smiling, he said, "Gregory, Regina, you're being too modest. We're family—there's no need to be this distant with me."Nigel, don't listen to your parents. Take it."Timothy turned around and added, "Or do you think it's not enough?""Timothy, what are you trying to do?"Finally, Gregory couldn't hold back his anger. Infuriated, he bellowed, "Enough! If there's anything, come at me instead!""I don't see anything wrong with me trying to give Nigel a gift."Timothy was bewildered as his gaze swept across the room. He let out a slight chuckle and said, "Gregory, Regina, didn't you
Timothy left right after he gave a piece of his mind. "Is there something different about Uncle Timothy?"Nigel was flabbergasted. After a while, he reached for the envelope, and he muttered subconsciously, "Well, a thousand dollars isn't that much … Did Uncle Timothy really have a daughter? I—""Don't take it! Why do you have to take his money? Do we not give you any?"Before Nigel could even finish his sentence, Gregory bellowed at him. A loud slap was heard. He smacked Nigel's hand and snatched the envelope away from him. Infuriated, he hurled it to the ground. A thousand dollars wasn't a big deal now, but it was ten years ago. And it was the exact same amount they gave Timothy when Alice was born. "Dad, what are you doing?" Nigel exclaimed, taken aback. The back of his hand was hurting."Enough. Your dad has his reasons." Regina also seemed quite uneasy. She tried to comfort him, as she said with an unpleasant expression, "Go upstairs and study. I'll make it up
"It's all thanks to you, Ms. Moore," Timothy said, heaving a sigh of relief.He couldn't help but chuckle as he continued in a low tone, "I feel like I'm back to my old self. I can't wait for things to unfold now."He had been waiting for too long.Initially, he thought he had gotten over it. However, as more time passed and things started to unfold, the more he anticipated it.He couldn't wait to see how devastated Gregory and Regina would be once they were ripped off of their pretentiousness."Rest assured, Mr. Moore. It won't be long."Hannah smiled and said firmly, "Very soon, you can go back to Shaferche and listen to their piano music."Timothy was slightly stunned after he heard her. After a while, he suddenly laughed.His laughter was raspy as it became louder. Tears fell on the cushion beneath him, and soon, it was stained with a large puddle of tears."Thank you," he finally said in a hoarse voice after what seemed like ages. His laughter had finally ceased.After T
Back then, Simon had almost barged into Molly's house. Yet, he had refused to speak a word of truth.Hannah found this to be extremely unsettling. Thus, she planned to pay him a visit.After informing Hannah, Darren didn't linger around. Instead, he turned around and went downstairs immediately.When his footsteps gradually disappeared in the distance, Hannah could clearly hear Erica heaving a great sigh of relief. It turned out that she was so nervous that she had forgotten to breathe.Hannah couldn't help but let out a light chuckle."M-Ms. Emerson, I …"Erica was also startled by how loud she sounded when she exhaled. Her face went red in an instant when she heard Hannah laughing.Embarrassed, she stammered, "I wasn't—"She could barely speak. This was so embarrassing."Don't worry. There's no need to be shy," Hannah said as she saw tears welling up in Erica's eyes.She was on the verge of tearing up.In haste, Hannah quickly softened her tone as she comforted her, "I was
Simon couldn't afford to offend them, yet he couldn't avoid them, either.Why were they still after him when he was already willingly in jail?"Rest assured. We're not officers so we can't interrogate you."Hannah's gaze was cold as she said icily, "I'm just here to ask a few questions.""Ms. Emerson, even if you ask me, I won't say a thing. Why do you even bother?" Simon snickered.Instinctively, he wanted to cross his legs. However, once he met Darren's eyes, he suddenly felt anxious.Simon immediately sat up straight, putting off his mischievous demeanor. Yet, he felt wronged since it had been so long since someone had influenced him this way.After all, he was the one who had been ordering men around all these years.This was so humiliating.He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the table's corner.After a brief pause, he continued in a cautious tone, "Mr. Winchester, please don't stare at me like that. Even if you do, I won't say anything either …"He really wasn't a
Simon looked nothing like his nonchalant self from earlier. His forehead was beaded with cold sweat.A drop of sweat trickled down his cheek.No way. There was no way that his men would dare to say anything if they knew.They were all well aware of how fearsome their boss was. They would be asking for death if they were to betray him.He was certain that his lackeys wouldn't know much about the incident. Thus, he was sure that Darren was trying to trick him.Yet, the thought still made him anxious.His fear was so overwhelming that his legs were about to give in."Mr. Winchester, there's no need for you to scare me," Simon said, forcing a laugh.Not daring to meet his eyes, he averted his gaze.With a pale expression, he continued, "Of course they would turn themselves in. But there's truly nothing more to this. What else do you want us to say?"He spread his hands and stated, "I'm really not hiding anything from you guys. My answer would still be the same no matter how many
Hannah's fingers gently brushed past every inch of Darren's fingers, as if she was trying to sense something from it.She was lost in thought.Probably due to her young age, her hands which were once covered in calluses had become smooth again after being cared meticulously for.Her hands were now smooth and tender, resembling a work of art. Traces of her scars in the past were barely visible.Her fingers brushing past his palm made him twitch slightly. His heart skipped a beat as she continued.Darren couldn't help but curl his fingers slightly.In a hoarse voice, he called out to her, "Hannah?""Darren, you've got some calluses on your hands," Hannah replied as she regained her senses.Yet, she didn't withdraw her hand. Instead, she started caressing his fingers.Her gaze met his as she remarked in a probing manner, "There's no way that you got these from holding pens."Since Darren was born to a wealthy family, shouldn't he be most familiar with pens?His family had been
Darren had always been part of the elite upper crust. He was the epitome of perfection and sophistication.He was born to be superior and indifferent, as nothing in this world really mattered to him.Even a glance from him was like an exquisite gift from the gods.Yet, he was now admitting his fear of losing her.Hannah's heart skipped a beat. In response to his confession, she gently nudged her nose against his.Breathing in each other's air, it was as if they became one."Of course I won't get mad at you. If I want to know, I'll ask you right away."She chuckled as she leaned toward him, wrapping her arms around him."I'm yours now, Darren."Well, this was like music to his ears.His gaze on her intensified. How he wished he could keep her locked away from others and make her entirely his.However, he didn't have the heart to do so. He couldn't bear to strip her freedom from her. He knew if he did that, it would be equivalent to ripping her joy from her.Only when she sai