Kevin, wearing green dinosaur pajamas, stood at his doorway, tilting his little face, eyes eagerly looking at him.
Yosef narrowed his eyes, "Why aren't you sleeping so late? What's up?"
"Bro, I had a scary dream, and I got a bit scared, so I came to find you."
Kevin hugged his big thigh, blinking his big eyes up at him, "Didn't expect the light in your room to be on; I thought maybe you weren't sleeping either."
Yosef lifted him inside and closed the door.
He walked to the sofa, casually taking a seat.
"You're a man, it's just a dream. What's there to be scared of?"
"It's terrifying," Kevin said seriously, looking at him. "I had a terrifying dream."
"What did you dream about?"
"I dreamt that you died."
Yosef: ...
Kevin looked at him. "So, I wanted to come and check on you."
"Check if I'm really dead?"
Kevin hesitated and nodded.
Luckily.
His brother sat there, seem
Andrew asked, "Dad, aren't you jealous?" "What do I have to be jealous of? Am I as immature as you guys?" James said with a serious face, then flashed a triumphant smile, "Diana gave me a New Year's gift early in the morning. What do I have to be jealous of?" The three brothers: ... .... With the chime of the New Year, the Thompson family gathered for a joyous reunion dinner. James had an exceptionally pleasant New Year this year. His beloved daughter and John had finally gotten engaged. Colin, the wooden-headed one, had also found a girlfriend, and even the least sensible Ben had started pursuing women. Only Andrew remained a perennial bachelor. Thinking about this, James hesitated several times before speaking. He quietly asked Diana, "Diana, over the years, I've tried to find the right match for your eldest brother, but nothing seems to suit him. Have you ever figured out what type he likes? Has he ever confi
"Blue Rose seems skeptical," Tullia put her phone down, "It seems we need more convincing evidence. I'll contact her again later." "Alright." Poly was not pleased. A newcomer with no apparent significance was causing unnecessary trouble. If not for her apparent talent in design, Poly wouldn't bother with her. .... After preparing herself in the room, Diana was about to head downstairs when she felt a warm flow in her nose. She wiped it and found her hand stained with bright red blood. A nosebleed? Diana was surprised; she had been in good health for years and hadn't experienced a nosebleed in a long time. She dismissed it and cleaned up the blood, waiting until there were no signs of further bleeding before opening the door. Outside, Jackson was already waiting in the car. Diana got in, ready to visit Grandpa Matthews at the Matthews' residence. Today had a feeling of meeting the parents, so she presented herself as a r
"This pair is a perfect match, truly a match made in heaven!" "Mr. Matthews is so lucky. When will he have a great-grandchild?" "Not married yet, but it seems not far off. Haha, I'm looking forward to the wedding celebration—" Listening to the praises around her, Ana stood in place, staring somewhat dazed at the couple in front of her. She observed John's hand on Diana's waist and felt a profound shock within. In her impression, this man was unattainable and unmatched. He was the perennial ice, the coldest snow at the top of the mountain. She couldn't fathom him allowing anyone to stand beside him. But now... "By the way, this is Mrs. Swift's granddaughter, Ana. You've met a few times before, remember?" Grandpa Matthews suddenly spoke, smiling as he made the introduction. John turned his head, his gaze sweeping over. Ana instantly became nervous. She widened her eyes, fingers slig
Diana picked up John's photo, slowly put it in her bag, and continued, "He's my man. I hope you can understand that." Ana's chest rose and fell slightly, provoked by Diana's nonchalant possessiveness. Watching Diana walk away, Ana muttered, "You're not even worthy of Matthews." Diana turned, "Huh?" What nonsense was she talking about? She and John were a perfect match in looks and intelligence. How could this girl, who appeared out of nowhere, dare to oppose? Ana bit her lip, meeting Diana's displeased gaze. Undeterred, she continued, "Apart from your beauty, you have nothing. You don't even know how to appreciate Mr. Matthews. A woman like you, Mr. Matthews probably doesn't even like you for anything..." "Who said that? Besides beauty, I have a perfect figure! Well, at least John has certified that through our experiences together..." Diana said, trailing off with a cough. Ana almost thought she had misheard. "Diana, d
Grandpa Matthews also looked at her, "Jenny, do you know what's going on?" "I don't know." Jenny straightened her posture, looking completely innocent. Though her face remained calm, confusion and anxiety lurked beneath. It was just moments ago that she, Diana, and Ana entered the villa together. Jenny left the room early, leaving only Diana and Ana inside. However, if she spoke up, wouldn't she be implying that Ana was attacked by Diana? Jenny furrowed her brow. She absolutely couldn't reveal this. She trusted that Diana wouldn't resort to violence against Ana in such a situation; there must be more to the story. Ana glanced at Jenny with a hint of anger in her eyes. She had expected Jenny to mention staying behind with Diana in the room. This would naturally lead everyone to suspect Diana. But Jenny was playing dumb! Ana lowered her gaze, suddenly reaching up to cover her face. "Grandma, please
"If I really hit Ana, do you think she could stand here talking now?" Diana said. The people in the room were all stunned. Looking at Diana's slender figure and beautiful face, their expressions were as if they had seen a ghost. At this moment, their focus wasn't on whether Diana had hit Ana. But... Could John handle this force? Ana's face also changed. She touched her face, still feeling the lingering fear from provoking Diana earlier. If Diana had really laid hands on her... She might not leave here in one piece today! Mrs. Swift was also shaken by the impact. But she quickly regained her composure. She steadied herself, saying, "This doesn't prove anything. Force can be controlled." Diana shrugged, giving John a helpless look. "See, I try to explain, but no one listens. Isn't that making things difficult for me?" John reached out, gently embracing the girl, giving her a
Various eyes, sharp as knives, were directed at Ana. She had never experienced such humiliation. Her eyes reddened, and tears rolled down her cheeks. The thoughts she had hidden for years were now exposed to the sunlight. And in such a wretched state... Anxious, Ana lifted her head, trying to see John's reaction. Knowing her feelings, what would John...think? However, the handsome man in front of her, with no peer, didn't spare her a glance. He kept his gaze lowered, looking at Diana by his side. The deep affection in his eyes spread from the bottom to the tip, and he didn't look at Ana throughout. Ana's heart skipped a beat, the discomfort almost suffocating. Mrs. Swift, standing aside, watched Ana's helpless appearance. Though angry, she felt more pity. Unable to contain herself, she spoke, "Ms. Thompson, Ana has admitted her mistake. Please forgive her..." Diana smiled, "Mrs. Swift, yo
"Who I am doesn't matter. But don't worry; I want to talk to you about cooperation. It's a great opportunity for you." "Cooperation?" The mysterious tone piqued Diana's interest. After receiving her affirmative answer, the caller hung up. Soon, a message arrived with an address—a coffee shop in Cloud City. Diana's eyes revealed a hint of contemplation. Entering her room upstairs, she opened her long-unused hacking equipment and traced the phone number. Following the trail, she found an unfamiliar IP address. Checking it, she discovered that it belonged to a renowned studio, and most crucially, the majority shareholder of this studio was Charlotte's mentor, Poly! Diana was momentarily stunned. Then, a faint, temperatureless smile appeared on her lips. This just got interesting. ... Patel House. On the second floor, within the piano room, Charlotte, adorned in an opulent white suit,