Scarlett shoved him away. "Get lost! Who do you think you are?""Don't be so uptight! Everyone's here for fun. I wouldn't even bother with you if you weren't pretty!" He pushed his glass against her lips. "Drink it!"Scarlett knocked the glass away. The sharp sound of shattering glass made everyone around them freeze.The noise helped clear her head somewhat. "Stay away from me! Get out!"The man grabbed Scarlett and started dragging her toward a private room, his eyes gleaming with disgusting intent.The other bar patrons ignored the scene, used to such incidents and unwilling to interfere.At the room's entrance, she started vomiting violently. The mix of alcohol and sweat made her even more nauseated.The man looked at her with disgust but wasn't willing to give up his prey. After she finished retching, he pulled her into the room, throwing her onto the couch when she had no strength to resist.After closing the door, he finally showed his true nature, like a predator baring
“No need, just leave me alone.” “Alright, alright.” The manager quickly backed off. Scarlett slumped back into her seat and grabbed a bottle of liquor, ready to drown her guilt. Steven snatched the bottle out of her hand. “What are you doing?” “Leave me alone! This is all my fault,” she muttered, still consumed by self-blame. The fear from earlier lingered, and now she teetered between anxiety and drunkenness, reaching again for the bottle. Scarlett’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy as she gazed longingly at the drink. She stretched her hand toward Steven, trying to wrestle it back. Holding the bottle out of her reach, Steven stared at the empty bottles on the table, dumbfounded. “You’ve already had so much. That’s enough!” “Don’t tell me what to do!” She shoved Steven aside and called out to a passing server. “Bring me two more bottles!” Steven followed close behind, immediately countering, “Ignore her. She’s drunk—don’t bring anything.” Scarlett, lost
Unable to recall the events of the previous night, Steven noticed a faint, unfamiliar scent lingering in the room. He threw off the blanket, and to his shock, a woman’s bra fell onto the bed.He froze for a moment, staring at it, before the memories started to piece themselves together. He vaguely remembered Scarlett coming back with him the night before.Could it be…?Rubbing his temples, Steven looked down at himself—completely naked. The more he tried to organize his scattered thoughts, the clearer Scarlett’s face became in his mind. As he stood to tidy up the bed, his eyes caught something on the sheets—bloodstains. His hands trembled as realization dawned. Was this Scarlett’s first time? Did they really…?---The next day, after Sarah had woken up, Scarlett finally worked up the courage to visit her, carrying a thermal container of soup. On her way to the hospital, her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, replaying the events of the previous night over and over.She had jus
“No one is to interfere with Lucy’s situation!” a commanding voice declared.James’s grandfather, Richard, entered the house, leaning heavily on his cane. Mrs. Williams quickly stepped forward to help him to his seat.“Grandfather, you’re here,” James said, immediately setting up the tea set to prepare tea himself.Mrs. Chancer and Richard had never gotten along, and now their interaction was limited to a brief nod before silence settled between them. Charlotte, sitting cautiously to the side, was keenly aware of Richard’s disapproval of her. Her hand instinctively rested on her stomach. She couldn’t help but wonder if the child she carried would soften his attitude toward her.Lost in thought, she was startled when Richard spoke. “You’re carrying James’ child. I won’t make things difficult for you. Focus on delivering the baby safely, and there will be rewards.”Charlotte’s heart lifted. “Thank you, Sir.”She had known all along that this child would be her shield. Even someon
Lucy cried for a long time, her tears eventually giving way to anger. “I get it now! It’s all because of Charlotte! She’s pregnant, and Mom’s only protecting her! Fine, all of you—you’ve all abandoned me! None of you are coming to save me!”She ended the call in frustration, knowing full well that James had refused to help her since the last incident. Begging him was pointless; she’d have to come up with a plan on her own.Hours passed, and as evening fell, she was summoned by the police to the visitation room. To her surprise, the person waiting for her was none other than Charlotte.“Charlotte?” Lucy called out, startled at first, but her expression quickly darkened. “Why are you here? Did you come just to gloat?”“Lucy, don’t make it sound so harsh. I came to check on you because I care.” Charlotte’s smile was faint, almost mocking.If not for the officers present, Lucy would have lunged at her to tear apart that fake, self-righteous mask.Scoffing, Lucy sneered, “Charlotte, i
“Don’t get too smug just yet. I really misjudged you. I thought you were weak, but it turns out you’re incredibly cunning,” Lucy said with a bitter laugh, her voice filled with self-mockery.Charlotte covered her mouth and chuckled softly. She slowly stood up, her tone casual as she said, “Lucy, I’ll be leaving now.”“Don’t you dare leave!” Lucy screamed desperately.But Charlotte had already turned and walked out, leaving Lucy alone in her despair.---Time ticked by, and on the third day after Sarah woke up, she was discharged from the hospital. Back at the Sanders family home, Auntie Marianne had prepared a feast to help Sarah regain her strength. At the dinner table, Melvin was glued to his tablet, his brow furrowed as if preoccupied with something important.“What’s going on?” Sarah asked, her curiosity piqued.“There’s a piece of land I’ve been eyeing—Crystal Bay. If we can secure it, it’ll be a huge profit. But the current owner might not sell it to just anyone,” Melv
Zachary led Sarah through a narrow alley. The high brick walls cast long shadows, and ornate Victorian-style eaves loomed overhead. The cobblestone path beneath their feet felt cool, and wild poppies bloomed stubbornly in the corners where wall met ground.At the end of the path, Zachary pushed open a weathered wooden gate and led Sarah inside. The overgrown grass-lined path meandered through the garden, stirring a sense of familiarity within her. The backyard was well-maintained, with a majestic oak tree standing sentinel in the western corner.As they entered the main building through the backyard, Sarah's eyes widened in recognition. Heritage House?Heritage House was a prestigious antique shop, renowned for its collection spanning from medieval artifacts to early 20th-century pieces. However, given the unique nature of antiques, most displayed items were museum-quality replicas. The originals, privately owned by collectors, were only available for sale when their owners chose
The display cases on the top floor were far superior to those downstairs. Each antique required careful preservation - these were true treasures that could be damaged by the slightest mishandling. Unlike the items below, this floor housed genuine antiques, with glass cases labeled with each piece's name and history.Sarah and Zachary spent considerable time browsing the top floor before finally purchasing an antique.Once outside, Sarah studied him with surprise. "Why are you helping us?”"I'm not just helping the Sanders family - I'm helping myself," Zachary replied, his eyes dark and intense.Sarah didn't press further, assuming it was about business interests.Though the Wilson and Reynolds families were old friends, Zachary naturally wanted to prevent the Wilsons from surpassing his family's influence.After dropping Sarah home, Zachary returned to his own house.Steven had been distracted all day at St. Ritz, his thoughts consumed by images of Scarlett.Though he couldn't
Sarah's expression softened as she looked at James seriously. "Although I did collect evidence of her crimes, she was arrested before I could take it to the police."In other words, Charlotte's arrest had nothing to do with her.James's eyes widened in disbelief.He couldn't believe Sarah wasn't behind the arrest. Then who could it be?"But besides you, who else would have reason to report her? Others wouldn't get involved," James said, frowning.Sarah gave a bitter laugh. "James, don't forget Charlotte has other enemies. Like Vivian, who wants to make her a scapegoat."James finally understood. Of course - Vivian! He remembered what Charlotte had said. Vivian was afraid Sarah would eventually discover her crimes, so she planned to make Charlotte take the blame.James sighed, speaking apologetically to Sarah. "Sarah, what Charlotte did was wrong, and Lucy wronged you too. Now Lucy's in a psychiatric hospital and Charlotte's in jail. For the sake of Charlotte's baby, could you wr
"Charlotte's been arrested, and you're still here trying to convince me to take the blame?" Lucy said angrily.Mrs. Chancer’s face showed embarrassment at being exposed, but she remained firm. "Lucy, given how things have turned out, you need to be more understanding.""If Charlotte wasn't pregnant right now, I would protect you no matter what - you are my biological daughter after all. But the situation is different. She's carrying the Chancer family's only heir, and I must protect that child at all costs. Don't worry, even if you take the blame for her, your brother and I will do everything in our power to get you out."Lucy laughed bitterly. "Mom, you already said all this the last time you visited. Have you forgotten what happened then?"She found it ironic that since her detention and imprisonment, her mother had only visited twice - first to convince her to take the blame, which led to her suicide attempt, and now again with the same request.It had only been days since her
She looked up at Zachary, who sat in front holding her hand. After all this time, they were holding hands again. She couldn't tell if the feeling in her heart was more bitter or sweet. Usually, Sarah would have pulled away without hesitation, but this time, for reasons she couldn't explain, she remained silent.For the first time, she wanted to follow her heart's true desires, just this once. She couldn't deny her feelings for Zachary - how she had hoped he would come find her, hold her hand just like this.His tall figure kept shifting left and right, shielding her from passing pedestrians. He was protecting her.Finally, they reached the riverside, where most couples had gathered to set their lights afloat on the water.Sarah found herself gently pushed to the riverside by the crowd, with Zachary staying close to protect her.She noticed the couples around them writing both their names and wishes on their floating lights, while hers only had her name."Wait a moment!" she sudde
Charlotte's eyes welled up at her mother's words. "Mom, don't say that. James won't abandon me. He'll definitely save me."Even if James wouldn't save her, Mrs. Chancer surely wouldn't abandon her. She touched her stomach - if nothing else, they'd do it for the baby.The evening's peace was shattered when, just as Mrs. Chancer brought soup and Charlotte had barely taken two sips, the police came to take her away."What are you doing!" Mrs. Chancer screamed, grabbing Charlotte's arm.Charlotte hadn't expected this turn of events as she was led to the police car. At the hospital entrance, Mrs. Chancer angrily called James, then William.At Adams University, Sarah had just packed up to leave work when she encountered Zachary at the door. She was about to avoid him when she heard Scarlett's voice."Sasa! Don't go! Come with us to the winter light festival!"Winter Light festival?Sarah suddenly remembered the afternoon's heated discussions on the school forum about the winter light
Though he hadn't attended, plenty of people had brought him recordings.At the mention of this, Vivian grew even more furious. "Grandpa! Mr. Anderson always claimed he thought of you as a brother, and this is how he treats us! He played his part so well, bidding on almost everything at the auction, making it look flawless. I really believed he was just unfortunate not to win anything. He's truly cunning."Mr. Wilson gazed out the window, his voice calm. "Did you really think that old fox saw you as his granddaughter? We're businesspeople - never trust anything tied to profit. You've completely forgotten everything I warned you about."Vivian felt wronged but had to accept it. She knew she had been careless.Mr. Wilson looked at the proposal before him, his voice icy. "Redo this proposal. Harbour Crescent has nice scenery. Though it's not on the new shipping route, East Coast is promoting tourism. If planned well, it could rival Pine Mist Island.""Yes, Grandpa." Vivian clenched he
She was puzzled - why had Scott suddenly brought up parallel universes?Most people believed memory confusion existed due to interference from parallel worlds, but that explanation seemed like science fiction.From a psychological perspective, memory confusion typically stemmed from self-doubt.But there were exceptions, like major trauma or hypnosis.Sarah thought for a long time. She hadn't experienced any major trauma, but she couldn't be certain about hypnosis.Scott's voice came through again, "Parallel worlds in reality are hard to imagine, but think of them as parallel worlds in the mind. Each branch of time is a parallel world, and when stimulated, these branches can become tangled - that's memory confusion."He paused before continuing, "Of course, it's also possible there was no stimulus, but rather subconscious forgetting."Sarah understood what Scott meant. Subconscious forgetting was more frightening than trauma-induced amnesia - it was self-deception in its purest
"Vivian, can I go out for a while later? I promise I'll come right back. You know how grandpa hasn't let me leave the house these days - I'm going crazy!" Mia pleaded pitifully.Vivian nodded, "Alright, but remember to come back early.""Thank you!"Half an hour later, Mia appeared at the door of Sarah's counseling office at Adams University. Fortunately, Sarah had no clients at the moment.She immediately rushed to Sarah's side. “Sasa, I've missed you so much these past days! Did you miss me too?""Of course I missed you, Mia. But I haven't heard anything from you."Mia pouted, "Grandpa kept me locked up at home. I couldn't contact you."Sarah quickly invited her to sit down and asked with concern, "How have you been lately? Any nightmares?"Mia shook her head, "I haven't had nightmares recently, but I keep having strange dreams.""What kind?""I keep dreaming about going to an amusement park with you, and I see you and my brother..." Mia's face turned red."What?" Sarah wa
Her expression grew increasingly grave.But no matter how she pressed or what approach she took, Zachary wouldn't say another word. His fists were clenched tight, knuckles turning white.Sarah continued asking almost frantically in his ear, repeating the same questions over and over until finally, in their heightened emotional state, Zachary's eyes snapped open, bloodshot."There's nothing!" he growled.Sarah regained her composure. Though she hadn't gotten the final answers, she had learned something.Perhaps she and Zachary had known each other years ago, even before James. How had she forgotten it all?"Zachary, did we know each other before?" Sarah stared blankly.Zachary knew he hadn't revealed the crucial information. Instead of answering, he just shook his head."Zachary, why are you afraid to answer me?" Sarah no longer knew how to get the truth from him.Perhaps everything she had imagined was true, but Zachary didn't want her to know.There was a strong possibility
Sarah's eyes dimmed, perhaps because of Vivian."Sasa, I'm not better. How could I be when you haven't forgiven me?" he said with a bitter smile."So what brings you for consultation today? Heartbreak again?" Sarah studied her fingertips.Zachary leaned back relaxedly. "Heartbreak. The person I love doesn't want anything to do with me. What should I do?"Sarah blinked. "Thank you for helping with the land deal. Did Vivian blame you?"Zachary shook his head. "Even if she did, she wouldn't show it."Things weren't this awkward even when he first met Vivian at the airport. Now, though they could sit together and discuss business, it always felt like there was a wall between them.Whenever he faced Vivian, his mind would flash to everything she'd done to Sarah.Lately, he'd been having bloody nightmares - seeing Sarah lying in a pool of blood in an abandoned factory, himself helplessly trying to reach her but blocked by a cold transparent wall.In his ears echoed a woman's despera