Seven days passed, each one dragging like an eternity. The local government released a list of victims, and Emily Yates’s name stood out. No. It wasn’t possible. Emily couldn’t be dead. She was too clever, always scheming to escape him. She must have used his trip back home as an opportunity to flee the hotel—to flee from him. She couldn’t be dead. The list crumpled in his trembling hands, veins bulging across his knuckles as his grip tightened. Lowering his head, Justin took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. When he raised it again, his eyes were bloodshot, fury and despair swirling within. He ripped the paper into shreds, tossing it aside. “Keep searching,” Justin rasped, his voice raw yet resolute. “Sam, get more rescue teams. I don’t care what it costs—keep looking. Dig up every inch of this place if you have to, but find her!” “Justin,” Zac stepped forward, worry etched on his face. Justin had barely eaten or slept in the past week. He had lost weigh
Before Emma could finish her words, Justin interrupted her with a cold and decisive tone. “You’re not well. I’ll arrange for someone to take you back.” Emma couldn’t stay. If he found Emily and she saw Emma here, she would be furious. She might even get jealous. When Emily returned, he vowed he would never upset her again. Pregnant women shouldn’t be agitated or angry—he had read that somewhere. No, even after she gave birth, he would never do anything to make her unhappy again. If she didn’t want bodyguards following her, he would stop arranging them. If she wanted to get married, they would get their marriage license. If she wanted to work as an artist, he would support her with everything he had. Whatever she wanted, he would give it to her. He wouldn’t be the overbearing, controlling man he used to be. “Justin…” Emma tried again, unwilling to leave, but Justin cut her off. “William, see her out,” he barked toward the door. William entered promptly. “Miss Xan
After returning to his company, Justin quickly resumed work, pouring himself into his responsibilities. Yet, every evening, without fail, he would check in on the rescue progress in Ramsdale. The search team in Ramsdale was baffled by the persistence. It had been over a month since the earthquake.By now, anyone trapped would have either perished from injuries or succumbed to hunger and dehydration. Survival was impossible. But they had no complaints. Justin was paying generously, so they kept searching. News spreads fast, and Emily’s fate in Ramsdale was no secret within RC Corporation. The earthquake had dominated the headlines, with daily updates and reports, especially after Justin left the company unattended for over a month to personally lead the search. Office gossip thrived in the wake of such drama. “Do you think Mr. Yates liked Emily more or Emma?” one employee asked. “I used to think Emma was his girlfriend, but then he spent a whole month searching for Emily be
After finishing his work for the day, Justin returned home from the office and, as always, checked in on the search-and-rescue efforts.He sat in his study late into the night, unable to bring himself to enter the bedroom. The room was steeped in Emily’s presence, but the bed was empty. It was just him now, alone.*Four months later, across the globe, in Merika State, the warm sun lit up the sprawling gardens of a castle estate. Emily and Helen were enjoying an afternoon tea on the lawn, utterly relaxed. Back in Ramsdale, after setting up a decoy of herself sleeping in bed, Emily had climbed into the cart Helen had prepared. The two had quietly escaped via helicopter, leaving the hotel just before disaster struck. It wasn’t until they landed in Merika State that Emily learned about the earthquake that devastated the hotel. A plan to flee had accidentally turned into a way to fake her death. Now that Justin believed she was dead, he likely wouldn’t come looking for her.
Evelyn was finalizing the hospital delivery bag checklist with the newly hired postpartum nurse when her phone rang. It was Helen, calling to say that Emily was having contractions and seemed ready to deliver.Evelyn urgently called out to Richard, “Let's go! We need to get to Emily right away.”She turned to the postpartum nurse and instructed, “Grab the delivery bag and bring it to the car.”Richard carefully carried Emily to the car, with Helen and Evelyn following closely behind. Before leaving, Helen made sure to grab the bag where she had hidden her stash of spicy jerky and spicy broth seasoning.Richard took the driver’s seat, focusing on the road ahead. Helen, watching Emily struggle with the pain, anxiously urged him, "Drive faster!" “We’re going as fast as we can,” Richard assured her. A convoy of sleek black cars sped down the asphalt road, racing against time.Emily’s early labor had caught everyone off guard. Although the scene felt chaotic, all their prior prepa
The hospital room was nothing short of luxurious. Evelyn had ensured that an entire floor of the facility was cleared a month prior, with no other patients allowed in. Security was tight, with guards stationed at every access point. Inside, the room was equipped with a state-of-the-art climate control system, maintaining a perfect temperature. After being cleaned up post-delivery, Emily sat propped against the headboard, looking fresh and serene. Her gaze softened as she admired her two newborns. Her entire demeanor radiated maternal warmth. For the first time, she felt profoundly grateful that her previous attempts to terminate the pregnancy had failed, leaving her with these two precious lives. Though the babies' faces were red and scrunched, Emily couldn’t help but think they were the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. When she reunited with Evelyn, she had confessed her pregnancy, unsure if Evelyn would disapprove. To her relief, Evelyn fully supported her choices
They chose the name Jace Walker, representing a poised and graceful presence, radiating quiet strength and dignity without the need for overt displays of power.For the younger twin, they chose Alec Walker, symbolizing unwavering loyalty and determination, embodying sincerity and steadfastness in every endeavor.*In RC Corporation’s conference room, Justin and Zac sat across from each other, each flanked by their respective teams. Together, they were finalizing the details of a plan to establish a groundbreaking international medical collaboration. Both CEOs and heirs to their respective empires, Justin and Zac had taken the lead in developing a strategy for expanding into Merika State’s medical, biotech, and pharmaceutical sectors. The potential for growth in areas like medical chips was immense, a field historically dominated by foreign capital. With White Medical Corporation’s recent breakthrough in core technologies, the opportunity to claim a share of the market was too s
Justin and Zac entered the grand York family banquet hall together, walking in step. Their first stop was to greet Mr. York Sr. “Mr. York Sr.,” Justin greeted with a nod. Mr. York Sr. beamed. “Ah, Justin, Zac, you’re here.” He turned to Heidi with a proud grin. “Your son is truly remarkable. So young, yet already leading the corporation to such heights. His achievements leave others in his generation far behind. Unlike my daughter, who’s spent years studying overseas and still hasn’t proven herself ready to take over.” “Dad, why do you have to bring me up when you’re praising someone else?” Yvonne pouted playfully, a light blush dusting her impeccably made-up cheeks as she clung to her father’s sleeve. Mr. York Sr. knew his daughter’s intentions all too well. Business is about competition, after all. As long as Justin remained unmarried, his daughter still had a chance. Standing nearby, Heidi chuckled alongside Mrs. York Sr. “Yvonne is exceptional too. She’s capable an
Justin knew that the moment he pushed open this door, every doubt he had—all the questions swirling in his mind—would finally have an answer. And yet, he hesitated. He couldn’t bring himself to open it. The bodyguard standing at the door, noticing his hesitation, reached for the handle to open it for him. Justin instinctively raised a hand to stop him, then motioned for them to step aside. The bodyguards exchanged uncertain glances, unsure whether to follow his command. After a brief pause, they finally stepped away from the door. Justin had been at the hospital long enough. They knew he meant no harm to Haley. Inside the room, Chase carefully placed the fruit basket and bouquet on the bedside table, then pulled a tissue from his pocket. He wrapped the strands of hair he had collected and tucked them securely into his backpack. Alex had already set his things down. Now, he stood quietly by the bed, watching his mom sleep. Chase walked over, and Alex turned
Justin glanced back down the hallway. Hadn’t Alex just walked away? Then who was this? Chase blinked, recalling how Alex usually reacted when he saw an adult he liked. Got it. With his arms full—a bouquet in one hand, a fruit basket in the other, and a backpack strapped to his back—he launched himself forward like a little cannonball, sprinting toward Justin. “Uncle Justin!” he called out in an enthusiastic, high-pitched voice, deliberately mimicking Alex’s tone. Justin crouched down to catch him, his arms wrapping around the small boy. He didn’t lift him up, though—Chase was carrying too many things. His sharp gaze swept over ‘Alex’ from head to toe. Same outfit. Same backpack. The only difference? This ‘Alex’ had his hands full. “Alex, what are you doing at the hospital? Did you come here alone?” The same question, asked twice in one day. ‘Alex’ shook his head, giving almost the same answer. “Nope, I came with Mommy.” “Oh…” Justin responded, waiting f
Justin walked up to the elevator and pressed the button for the upper floors, waiting as the numbers on the display steadily climbed.The elevator ascended floor by floor, the digits flickering until it reached the VIP inpatient ward.With a soft ding, the doors slid open.Inside, a small figure stood patiently, a backpack neatly strapped to his back.As soon as the doors parted, Alex stepped out first.Justin was about to step in when—Wait.Alex looked up. Then up again.His tiny hands rubbed his eyes as if making sure he wasn’t seeing things.“Uncle Justin!”His face lit up with excitement as he threw his arms wide and practically launched himself into Justin’s embrace. “Uncle Justin, what are you doing here?” Justin had already crouched down the second the doors opened, instinctively ready to catch him. “Alex?”Alex wrapped his arms around Justin’s neck, nuzzling against him like a kitten. “I missed you so much!”For Alex, coming to see his mom and running into
At their young age, Chase and Alex didn’t really know much about leftovers. All they knew was that they couldn’t show up empty-handed when visiting their mom. With their lunchboxes carefully packed, the two little boys tiptoed upstairs to their room. They pulled out their pre-packed backpacks and stuffed the food inside. Of course, they didn’t forget to slip in a couple of their favorite snacks. This was the highest form of etiquette they could think of. Mom and Grandma always said that eating well helped build strength and recover faster when sick. Opening the back window of their bedroom, they each secured a safety rope around their waists, fastening the other end to the bed frame. The ropes were custom-designed by their family’s company, tested to support hundreds of kilograms. Evelyn, had used the same kind of gear during her missions. If it could hold an adult’s weight under extreme conditions, carrying two little boys was nothing. Carefully, they gripped t
Justin turned and headed downstairs, making his way toward the garden in search of Haley. It didn’t take long before he spotted her under the grapevine trellis, walking with a noticeable limp. And right beside her was Sean. The two were deep in conversation, laughing and smiling. Though he couldn’t quite make out what Sean was saying, whatever it was had Haley grinning even wider, her laughter carrying across the warm summer air and reaching his ears. Despite the scorching heat, Justin’s gaze remained ice-cold. He stood there, exuding an unsettling chill, like a walking refrigerator in the middle of summer. His steps were firm as he moved forward, fully intent on interrupting their little moment. But before he could close the distance, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Haley was starting to feel drained. The sun was relentless, and even in the shade, the air felt thick and warm. “I think I’ve walked enough. My stomach doesn’t feel so full anymore. Let’s head
Outside the restaurant, Justin dismissed his subordinates, sending them back to work. He remained by the roadside, pulling out his phone to call Haley.She hadn’t responded to his messages. Fine.If she wouldn’t text back, then he would just call her instead.He dialed twice, but both times, the call rang unanswered.Frowning, he got into the car, his persistence kicking in. He kept calling again and again, stubbornly waiting for her to tell him to come home. It became a battle with himself, a childish need to hear her say it. Finally, after multiple attempts, on what he swore would be his last try, the call was answered. “Hello?” Haley’s indifferent tone came through the receiver. Justin’s voice was full of grievance. “Did you even see my messages?” He had seen firsthand how glued she was to her phone when he was with her. No way she hadn’t seen them. “Yeah, I saw them.” Haley responded matter-of-factly. Justin pressed on, “Then why didn’t you call me? Why
Justin lifted his glass and offered a toast to the chairman. “A toast—no wine, just a drink—to celebrate your wonderful family.”His words were warm, but there was a faint bitterness in his eyes. He had once been so close to having that kind of happiness—just one step away. If things had been different, he too would have a wife by his side, a home filled with laughter, and children to go home to.The chairman smiled, lifting his own glass as they clinked them together. After that, they shifted back to business, finalizing contract details and discussing future development plans. By the time lunch was wrapping up, the chairman’s phone rang—it was his wife. Since there were no outsiders in the room, he answered directly. “Hey, honey.” “Are you done with the contract talks? And don’t drink at lunch—you have fatty liver. The doctor said you should avoid alcohol as much as possible. If there’s a social event, let your team handle it instead.“If you really can’t a
The cool mist of the medicine sprayed onto Haley’s ankle, making her instinctively pull back. Justin tightened his grip, refusing to let go until he was satisfied that he had applied enough. Only then did he release her foot. “If you’re injured, stop moving around so much.” “Justin Yates, could you please figure out your place here? I don’t need you to apply the medicine, and you definitely shouldn’t be sleeping in my bed!” “Got it. There won’t be a next time.” He casually promised there wouldn’t be a next time, making Haley huff in frustration. Arguing with someone who stayed so calm only made her feel like the unreasonable one. It was like throwing a punch, only to have it land on nothing but air.Annoyed, she shot Justin a sharp glare before hopping off the bed and limping toward the bathroom. Seeing her struggle, Justin instinctively stepped forward to help, but Haley swatted his hand away. She didn’t need his help. Neither of them brought up yesterda
Zac didn’t say anything, but Justin understood exactly what he meant. The call ended. Just as he put his phone away, William approached from across the underground parking garage, carrying a black plastic bag in his hand. “Mr. Yates, what do you want us to do with this hand?” “Get rid of it,” Justin replied, tilting his head back against the seat, his voice cold and emotionless. There was no trace of sentimentality for its former owner. “Understood,” William responded without hesitation. He handed the bag to two bodyguards and instructed them to dispose of it properly. Then, without a hint of blood on him, he got back in the car and drove Justin back to the hospital. Evelyn, Helen, and Zac had already left the hospital, leaving only Haley in the room. Instead of heading straight to her, Justin first stopped by Zac’s private lounge to take a shower. He scrubbed himself thoroughly, changed into fresh clothes, and made sure there was no trace of any lingering sc