"Samantha?" Matilda stared at the maid in disbelief. "How dare you speak to me like that!"Samantha, who had been in Gwendolyn's service for a long while, confidently stood her ground. "If Madam feels dissatisfied, you can still take it up with Mrs. Hamilton Sr. This bracelet is given to Ms. Walford, and I ask that you do not take it any further."Matilda was furious. 'I've wanted this precious bracelet for so long, yet Mrs. Hamilton Sr. never gave it to me. Fine! What expensive jewelry do I, Matilda, not have? I just can't believe that the old lady just turned around and gave the bracelet to Wyneth, the most disappointing and useless former daughter-in-law!'Matilda could do nothing about Samantha, so she turned her attention to Wyneth and coldly said, "Wyneth, what are you standing there for? Give me that bracelet now!"She had grown accustomed to ordering Wyneth around and used the same tone as before, assuming Wyneth would obey her. Unfortunately for her, Wyneth had regained he
After a few moments of silence, Wyneth opened the car door and climbed in, stating her destination. Ronnie did not say much else, simply shifting gears and setting off.At this time of day, the roads were bustling with cars, making their progress less than smooth. Waiting for a traffic light felt like an eternity. Wyneth stared out the window at the towering buildings, passing cars, and receding strips of greenery, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts."And where is he, having you stay just to drive me somewhere?" she asked.Ronnie responded with a chuckle. "Don't worry, Ms. Walford, Mr. Hamilton took one of the cars from the Hamilton Old Mansion to the hospital."Upon hearing this, Wyneth fell silent. 'Indeed, the Hamilton family is hardly short of cars. Hayden wouldn't be so foolish as to hail a taxi. What am I worrying about for no reason?'Ronnie, however, was somewhat intrigued. He had initially assumed that given her earlier indifference, Wyneth would have stopped concerning her
There was a brief pause as she made up her mind. Wyneth would have to meet him sooner or later, given her decision. "Later. I'm heading to the hospital now. Calm your grandfather down first; tell him I've gone to buy him a gift.""Alright." Hayden's tone bore a hint of smug satisfaction.This slight indication of joy was subtle, extremely low-key and nuanced. The average person would not have picked up on it, but Wyneth, having known Hayden for so long, caught it instantly. She pressed her lips together, hanging up the call swiftly.Ronnie watched her carefully. "Ms. Walford, where should we go now?""To the supermarket first, then the hospital."Since she said she would bring a gift, she should buy one first, or Benedict would not believe her."Alright, I'll take you to the supermarket right away.""Where's Wyneth?" Benedict was sitting on the hospital bed, his expression deeply troubled."She went back to prepare some food, why hasn't she returned? Hayden, did you upset her a
Wyneth flashed a warm smile as she approached. "I came in a bit of a hurry from the airport and didn't bring any gifts. I got some stuff from the supermarket on the way.""You sly little fox." Benedict chided affectionately, his eyes glistening, as he gripped Wyneth's hand. "There's no need to buy me anything. It's such a waste. The food you've prepared for me is the best gift. Thank you."He was clearly touched by Wyneth's presence. Though he recognized his own sense of desperation, he was reluctant to let go of this beautiful bond, eager to help his grandson hold onto it. Whether they could sustain it would depend on their shared destiny and Hayden's performance. Benedict spent a long time chatting with Wyneth about all sorts of things. Eventually, the old man, worn out, fell asleep leaning against the bed.Seeing this, Benjamin spoke in a whisper. "It's fine. I'll handle things here. You two go about your business. If he wakes up and asks for you, I'll call you.""Thanks, Grandp
The voice abruptly ceased upon spotting the figures within the elevator. At the same time, Hayden swiftly pulled Wyneth behind him. But the speaker, none other than Serena Pierce, had already locked eyes with Wyneth in a moment of surprise.'How can I describe those eyes? A fleeting glance, yet their beauty defies all conventional adjectives: They're spirited, clear like water, but with a touch of icy coolness. Like a frozen lake on the peak of a lofty mountain range. The most important thing is, they seem familiar, as if I've seen them somewhere before. No, no... I shouldn't be focusing on this woman right now,' Serena thought, snapping out of it."M-Mr. Hamilton..." Facing Hayden's icy gaze, Serena started trembling.'W-What did I just say? Did I just badmouth other artists in the company in front of Mr. Hamilton? I'm doomed. If there's one thing Hayden hates, it's his artists playing games and backstabbing each other. Once caught, best case scenario is that I'll be let go, at wor
"What do you mean, huh? It was just the two of us in that elevator, right?""But...""No buts, unless you're planning to terminate your current job."The assistant got the message and swallowed her next words. 'Alright, work first, gossip isn't important.'Serena let out a sigh of relief when her assistant did not pursue the topic further. She did not want her assistant to chatter away mindlessly—if she said something inappropriate, it could jeopardize Serena's own position. The mere thought of being fired by StarCrest Entertainment was enough to frighten her. However, she was also curious about who that woman was and why those eyes seem so familiar. But Serena could not recall where she had seen them before, no matter how hard she tried.The elevator reached the office floor before Hayden finally said, "We're here." His voice was no longer as cold as it had been and had regained some warmth.With an expressionless face, Wyneth stepped out from behind him. She had planned to just
'How could she not know with the ruckus we've caused?' Hayden wondered.In an attempt to dissipate any overthinking on Wyneth's part, he said, "If you're really uncomfortable keeping it, you could return it to Grandma yourself."At this, Wyneth held his gaze wordlessly. "If your grandma was willing to take it back, would I have come to you?""Well," Hayden reasoned, "since Grandma refuses to take it, if I were to accept it now, I'd probably get an earful."Wyneth was speechless.'So, he's afraid of a scolding?'It made sense. She had noticed that Gwendolyn and Benedict were less than kind in their conversations with Hayden, starkly different from his own mother. Gwendolyn was one thing; her mild temperament was evident. But Benedict was a different story; he spared no mercy when reprimanding Hayden, treating him not as an adult but rather a child.Processing this, Wyneth put the bracelet away. Neither of them had expected the conversation to end so swiftly. Both of them were peo
Today, she had smartened up and opted for a loose-fitting tracksuit. A baseball cap and oversized mask ensured her anonymity. Just as she was exiting the hotel, she spotted a Lincoln's extended SUV not too far off.Upon catching sight of her, Ronnie immediately lowered the window and waved. "Ms. Walford."Wyneth glanced at her wristwatch. It was only 10:55 am; they were early. She walked toward the vehicle, suitcase in tow. Once she reached them, Ronnie took the suitcase from her and stored it in the trunk."Thanks, Ronnie."As Wyneth bent to get into the car, her motion faltered. The small table in front of Hayden's seat had been flipped open and upon it sat a laptop. He had a Bluetooth headset in his ears and was casually staring at the screen, obviously in a video conference.Upon hearing her voice, he looked over, his icy gaze softened slightly, and his lips parted to speak. "You're here?"Wyneth hesitated for a moment before nodding and getting into the car. She did not make