Before Alex could finish his sentence, Helen yanked him into the room in one swift motion. From her bedside table, she grabbed a bag of snacks and shoved it into Alex’s arms as a bribe. Both hands firmly gripping his tiny shoulders, she looked him in the eye with utmost seriousness. “Alex, forget about what happened this afternoon. Don’t bring it up again—especially not to anyone in the family. And absolutely not to Uncle Richard.”She could already imagine Richard’s relentless teasing if he got wind of it. Alex glanced at the bag of snacks in his arms, then cheekily held up two fingers, silently bargaining for a second bag. Helen narrowed her eyes at him, feigning irritation. “Fine, two bags.” Quickly, she stuffed another bag into his arms and shooed him out of the room. The door clicked softly behind him before Alex could say another word. Grinning from ear to ear, he looked at the two bags of snacks in his hands. His brother didn’t like snacks, so these were all his.
Haley gazed at her sleeping sons, their delicate faces and brows resembling Justin’s more than her own. The bond of blood was truly remarkable, she thought, her emotions swirling as she stood there in silence. After a while, she turned off the lights and left the room.Meanwhile, Justin and Zac finished their meeting and left the restaurant earlier than Evelyn’s group, sparing them a chance encounter. Yet, as Justin exited, he glanced back inside, hoping for a glimpse of a small figure that never appeared.Returning to their hotel, Zac grabbed two cases of beer and joined Justin in his room. He was already tipsy from their business dinner, but now he drank even more. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes glistened as he slumped on the couch, beer bottle dangling from his hand.The bitterness in his heart bubbled to the surface as he turned to Justin, rambling incoherently. “Why did Helen disappear too? Tell me… why?” He tugged at Justin’s shirt collar, his voice trembling and punctu
Helen shook her head, her tone flustered. “No, it’s not like that…” “Not like that? Then why did you leave me? Five years, Helen. Was I not good enough for you?” Zac’s lips pouted in mock indignation, but his voice betrayed genuine hurt. Helen’s gaze locked onto his slightly parted lips, which glistened with a subtle allure under the dim light. They seemed almost hypnotic, a magnet pulling her closer. His voice, however, broke the spell. It was so irritatingly loud, drowning out her thoughts. She frowned. “If he wouldn’t stop talking, then she’d make him stop.”The idea formed quickly, and she acted on it just as fast. Her hands flew up, cupping his face, as she leaned in. But no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t close the distance between them. Frustration bubbled in her chest. If she couldn’t get to him, then she would make sure he came to her. With determination, she yanked his face closer and puckered her lips. *Thud!A plush toy smacked against Helen’s f
After breakfast, everyone went about their day—some heading to work, others focusing on studies. Unlike most days, Chase didn’t accompany Wilfred to the office. Instead, he began his first session learning computer skills from Richard. By the time the dining room emptied, only Helen, still nibbling on her breakfast, and Alex, deliberately lingering, remained.“Aunt Helen, can we go out to play today?” Alex asked with a big, hopeful grin as he leaned closer.“Not happening,” Helen replied firmly, easily seeing through his ploy. “You should focus on finishing the homework your mom assigned. When her art exhibition wraps up in a few days, she’ll check your work. If it’s not done, you’ll have to face her punishment.”Alex shrank back slightly, his shoulders stiffening. That sounded serious. *In the small study, Alex sat at his child-sized desk, begrudgingly working on his assignments. The desk next to his sat empty. Chase was off in Richard’s computer room, absorbing new skill
“How about I treat you to lunch?”“Sure!” Alex exclaimed, completely forgetting the promise he had made to the guards at the back gate.Justin pulled out his phone and called Zac, who was still working inside the hospital. “You’ll need to handle lunch on your own today. I’ve got a last-minute lunch meeting.”Zac, in the middle of closing a file and grabbing his briefcase, replied, “Hold on, I’ll wrap things up here and join you…” But before he could finish, the line went dead. “Hello? What the—don’t just ditch me!” Zac groaned at the disconnected call.Justin rolled down the window and called out, “William, drive.” *Meanwhile, Helen was busy working from home in her study. The gallery’s invitations and promotional materials for the art show had already been finalized. Besides the invited guests, tickets for the event were available online for a premium price. After confirming her post-exhibition schedule, Helen shut her laptop. Time had flown by while she worked, and before s
“He doesn’t have a dad?” Justin was stunned to realize how unfortunate Alex's circumstances were. No wonder he had never seen any family with Alex the three times they had met—only the elusive "aunt" whose voice he had heard but never seen in person.If he ever had a child, Heidi would probably carry the kid around 24/7 just to show them off to her wealthy socialite friends. “What am I even thinking?” He mocked himself silently. “The woman I loved most died in the earthquake. I’ll never have children in this lifetime.”With that thought, his gaze toward Alex grew even softer, full of a rare tenderness.After they finished lunch, with Justin deliberately taking his time because he didn’t want the meal to end, he decided to call Alex’s aunt. He was concerned someone might be worried about the boy’s whereabouts and only dialed the number after Alex agreed.Meanwhile, back at the estate, the security guards reported no sign of Alex inside or outside the premises. Helen was brainst
Back at the estate, Richard hung up the phone and casually tossed it into Helen’s arms. Helen stood rooted in place, her gaze fixed on a spot on the carpet as if lost in thought. It wasn’t until Richard called her name twice that she snapped out of her daze. “Helen? Helen?” “Ah!” She swatted at him in irritation. “What’s with your face so close to mine? You scared me!” Richard, unfazed, raised an eyebrow and looked at her puzzledly. “What were you thinking about? You didn’t even hear me calling you.” Then, as if a lightbulb went off in his head, his expression shifted, and he let out a sly chuckle. “Wait a second—have you been acting weird since last night? Don’t tell me… you’re in love! Who’s the guy? Come on, spill. As your brother, it’s my duty to vet him for you.” He leaned in, resting his elbow on her shoulder with a teasing grin. Helen rolled her eyes and shoved him away. “Go play your Batman role somewhere else. Stop gossiping.” Even being pushed off d
Alex picked out an Ultraman action figure and thoughtfully chose a toy gun for his brother. “Looks like boys all have a thing for toys like these,” Justin thought, carrying Alex to the checkout counter to pay. “Thank you, Mr. Yates,” Alex said earnestly. He remembered what his grandma had taught him: to be polite and always return kindness. If you wanted to be fair, you could reciprocate immediately, but if you valued a friendship, you should wait for the right opportunity to give something meaningful in return. Alex’s little mind was already spinning. His watch was dead now, but he decided he would find a way to give Justin a gift later. He wanted to keep this new friendship alive. After leaving the toy store, the afternoon sun still blazed hot. Justin carried Alex back to the car, turning on the air conditioning while they waited for Alex’s family to arrive. From the rearview mirror, William noticed something extraordinary: his ever-stoic and unapproachable boss was
Mr. Gibson rose to his feet, following his father. “Mom, I don’t want to go and apologize. It’s too humiliating!” Xena grumbled, her brows furrowed in defiance. Hearing his daughter’s remark, Mr. Gibson halted mid-step and turned around, pointing at her in fury. “If you don’t go, I’ll beat you to death tomorrow!” he thundered. Xena cowered under her father’s glare, trembling in fear. *The car pulled up to Mistletoe Villa, and Haley and Wilfred stepped into their home.In the living room, Alex and Helen were busy unwrapping packages. A mountain of toys spilled out, their bright colors scattered across the room. It was obvious Helen had taken Alex out shopping while Haley wasn’t home. “Mommy, these are from Aunt Helen’s boyf—” Alex began excitedly, only to have Helen clap a hand over his mouth in panic. Alex wriggled in her arms, flailing his little arms in protest as his eyes widened in frustration. Helen was bullying him again, taking advantage of being an adult
After the banquet, the Gibson family gathered in the third-floor sitting room. The household staff kept their distance, giving the family privacy. Mr. Gibson Sr. sat at the head of the sofa, his cloudy eyes dark and piercing as he glared at Xena, seated furthest from him. Any familial warmth in his gaze had long since disappeared. Xena shrank into herself, trying to hide behind her mother for protection.“You’re utterly useless,” Ethan snapped, his tone sharp and filled with disdain. “You can’t even keep yourself from offending someone! What exactly are you good for?”“Ethan, that’s enough,” Mrs. Gibson said defensively, shielding her daughter.Xena, though fearful, felt a pang of injustice. She kept silent, biting back her tears.“You’re the one who spoiled her!” Ethan retorted angrily. “If you hadn’t coddled her so much, she wouldn’t be so rude, selfish, and out of control!” His frustration mounted as he thought about the evening’s debacle, especially in front of someone as
In the presence of guests, Mr. Gibson Sr. refrained from openly reprimanding his granddaughter. “I’m not going!” Xena stubbornly retorted, her neck stiff with defiance. “It’s not my fault! How was I supposed to know she was Wilfred’s sister when she didn’t even say so when she came in?”“You still think you’re in the right?” Mr. Gibson Sr. shot to his feet, raising his cane as if to strike her.Mrs. Gibson hurriedly stepped in, blocking him. “Dad, what are you doing? Can’t we talk this out? Besides, Justin’s still here.”Mr. Gibson Sr. paused, turning to look at Justin, realizing belatedly that his daughter-in-law wasn’t just making excuses—Justin was indeed still in the room. His anger deflated slightly as he lowered his cane and sighed heavily. “Justin, I’m sorry you had to witness this.”“Take care of your health, Mr. Gibson Sr. I’ll be heading out now,” Justin replied politely.“See him out,” Mr. Gibson Sr. said, glancing at Mrs. Gibson.“No need. It’s not my first time h
“Surveillance didn’t catch it? Well, I did.”Justin emerged from the room Haley had just used to change, pushing the door open deliberately. Though his words were aimed at Xena, his unwavering gaze was locked on Wilfred.“Haley? So she’s calling herself Haley now? Which Haley and which spelling, exactly?” Justin thought to himself.Mrs. Gibson murmured quietly to herself, “Why is he coming out of that room?”Haley narrowed her eyes at Justin, a silent warning for him not to speak recklessly. Justin returned her gaze, refusing to back down. Was she really so desperate to avoid Wilfred suspecting anything about their relationship? Were they that close? Did she love Wilfred that much? The thought was a dagger to Justin’s heart, though he betrayed no emotion on his face.Wilfred frowned slightly, glancing at Justin with an inscrutable expression.Justin, however, met his gaze head-on, his demeanor defiant, as if to say: “So what? She’s mine to take, and Haley will only ev
However, Xena had always been used to getting her way, disregarding rules or consequences. Her trembling wasn’t out of fear of Haley but the dread of her threats being exposed for everyone to see. “This wretched woman—so this is where she was setting her trap!” she silently cursed.“Check the surveillance!” Mr. Gibson Sr. banged his cane decisively. As the head of the family, he had hoped this matter would be resolved with a simple apology from Xena. But given how far things had escalated, only clarity from the surveillance footage could restore order. Haley’s confidence made him wonder if everything she claimed was indeed true. He had spent a lifetime protecting his reputation. Now, in his twilight years, Xena was dragging his name through the mud. “This…” Mrs. Gibson hesitated, her eyes darting nervously. “The surveillance cameras… they’re broken.” Mr. Gibson Sr.’s sharp gaze turned toward her. Mrs. Gibson’s voice trembled as she stammered out an explanation. “They br
Once Justin had saved Haley's number, he didn’t persist in detaining her any longer and stepped aside, allowing her to leave.Haley opened the door and, to her surprise, found not only Wilfred waiting outside but also members of the Gibson family, including Mr. Gibson Sr.“Oh my, Miss Haley, you truly are stunning! That red gown suits you perfectly. It’s so elegant and radiant!” Mrs. Gibson stepped forward with a smile, reaching out as if to link arms with Haley.Haley sidestepped behind Wilfred, avoiding Mrs. Gibson’s touch. “Mrs. Gibson, save the compliments for now and focus on addressing this issue,” Haley said coldly, her irritation barely concealed. “My brother and I came to your home as guests to celebrate a birthday, yet we were met with threats, warnings, and outright hostility from your daughter. And then, to top it off, she spilled wine on me.“I must say, the way your family treats guests has truly been an eye-opener for me.”Even the most patient person would reach
Haley had no time to react.The moment Justin’s lips touched hers, a resounding slap echoed through the room.“Smack!” The sting burned across his face, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he pressed his lips even harder against hers—not out of lust, but from an overwhelming longing that had consumed him for five years.Justin’s soul trembled. The sheer emotion of their reunion defied words. Her garment bag and handbag lay forgotten on the floor. Haley’s hand was trapped in his grip, while her free hand repeatedly landed sharp slaps across his face. The crisp sound of each slap filled the room.Justin didn’t stop her. He neither resisted nor tried to control her.“Hit me,” Justin thought to himself.He deserved this—for abandoning her to face the earthquake alone in Ramsdale. It was his fault. If she needed to vent her anger, he would take it all.As long as she was alive. As long as she was still here.A single tear slid from Justin’s eye, traveling down his cheek be
Mrs. Gibson rushed over as soon as she saw her daughter causing trouble, eager to smooth things over. “Oh dear, how did the dress get ruined? Miss Haley, come upstairs with me to change into something clean. It’s not good for the other guests to see this. I’ve prepared several dresses just in case. You and Xena are about the same size. They should fit perfectly,” she said with a polite but slightly forced smile. “No need, Mrs. Gibson,” Wilfred responded coldly, his sharp tone leaving no room for argument. “We have our own backups.” He turned to Haley, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Head upstairs. I’ll have someone bring your dress.” Haley nodded, not saying much. When Wilfred spoke, she knew it was best to let him handle it. Still, a pang of regret passed through her. It was the dress Alex had picked for her that afternoon. Following Mrs. Gibson and the maid, Haley went up to the third floor. Once inside the room, she waited for a while before the maid knock
Haley had just taken a few steps forward when Xena grabbed her arm roughly from behind. “Stop right there!” Xena barked angrily, her voice sharp and accusing, as though convinced Haley was about to report her behavior. The force of Xena’s tug caused Haley’s forward momentum to halt abruptly. At the same time, a chilling sensation ran down her back. It was the wine. Xena’s other hand, which had been holding a glass of red wine, had jerked with the motion, spilling the deep crimson liquid all over Haley’s back. The dark wine streamed down the pale champagne-colored fabric of Haley’s dress, leaving an unmistakable stain. Some of the droplets even splashed into her hair. Across the room, Justin had been quietly trailing behind Haley, watching her from a distance, careful not to startle her. When he saw the scene unfold, his expression darkened. He immediately stepped forward, but just as he moved, his phone vibrated in his jacket pocket. “Mr. Yates, we’ve swept the ent