Mercer's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he noticed everything happening from the corner of his eye.The car continued to drive out to the suburbs and suddenly took the winding road up Butterfly Hill, a well-known location outside Riverford.Seeing the car heading up the mountain, Calla exclaimed in surprise, "Why are you taking me to Butterfly Hill?"Mercer, resting with his eyes closed, ignored Calla's question.Calla had no choice but to address Simon, who was driving. "Mr. Beck, stop the car. I want to get out!"With a conflicted expression, Simon replied, "Mrs. Garland, I can't stop the car without Mr. Garland's orders."Calla's face turned pale with anger at those words. However, she knew there was nothing she could do. She decided to remain silent and see what Mercer was up to.After more than half an hour on the road, the car—nearing the summit—suddenly turned into what appeared to be a neighborhood of villas.Located at the peak of Butterfly Hill, the area was dense with
As Mercer said, Jasmine arrived at the mountain villa with Calla's personal belongings that evening.Jasmine cooked egg pasta for Calla's dinner. However, Calla was too angry to have any appetite.Dawn arrived after a restless night.Calla stood by the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, overlooking the entire courtyard. As the weather in the mountains was much colder than in the city, she had a robe draped over her shoulders. The rays from the morning sun in the mountains were particularly beautiful and serene, but she was in no mood to appreciate it.The Othopian-styled villa had luxurious decor and furniture. Even the crystal glasses for drinking water were imported. The floors were covered with wool rugs. Although it was midsummer in Riverford, it was damp and cold on the mountaintop. At night, Calla had to cover herself with thick blankets to stay warm.Mercer had certainly found an exquisite cage to lock her in.Besides loneliness and solitude, Calla also felt
Raising her eyes to look at the pitch-black sky outside, Calla wondered how she was going to get through this long night on an empty stomach. If she had known this protest would be so difficult, she would have hidden some food in the residence in advance, so she could sneak a bit at night and not feel so miserable.Calla touched her belly and quietly comforted the baby inside her. "My child, you must hold on! It's all your foolish mother's fault for not having a proper strategy."Seeing Calla continue her resistance, Jasmine finally had no choice but to leave the room with the food. Calla could only look out into the endless night and sigh.When Calla's stomach was growling with hunger at around 8:30 pm, there was suddenly the sound of heavy footsteps outside, and then the door was kicked open.Startled, Calla looked up, only to see Mercer glumly storming in.Mercer's first sentence upon getting to the bedside was, "Are you using my child as an excuse for you to act out?"Calla
Calla was stunned when she heard those words.Mercer had come fully prepared! Once again, she had underestimated him. She was left speechless this time."B-But you should still let me contact them… I'm sure they'll get suspicious if I disappear for too long."Under Mercer's intense gaze, Calla, for some reason, found herself changing her demands from leaving to just being allowed to contact her mother and sister.Mercer lowered his head and glanced at his watch. "Alright. But it's late now. You can call your family and Alicia tomorrow morning. However, Jasmine must be present. Calla, don't try anything, or their lives will be a living hell."Calla knew he meant what he said. He could easily have someone intimidate her mother and sister, and they wouldn't be able to handle it. As for Alicia, she would live a hard life if she were to be fired.Calla realized that even if she told them about her situation, they couldn't help her and would only end up getting involved in her trouble
Mercer’s face darkened as he cast a glance at her before turning and leaving in a huff.Jasmine quickly ran out to see him off.After they left, Calla continued chewing her food while slapping a soft pillow, cursing, "Mercer, you bastard… Bastard!"After seeing Mercer off, Jasmine came back into the room and hesitantly asked, "Mrs. Garland, d-do you really have to do this? Mr. Garland is—""Don’t mention him to me again." Calla interrupted.Jasmine shook her head and left the room.From that day on, Calla began to try living peacefully here. Every morning, she would have Jasmine accompany her for walks in the nearby woods or by the creek, enjoying the fresh mountain air. At noon, she would lie on a lounge chair on the terrace, basking in the sun. In the evenings, she would sit by the bay window to watch the stars.In her free time, Calla would take out her books to study for the Certified Public Accountant exam. Her great ambition to become a public accountant had been put on
Mercer's lips curled slightly when he heard that Calla had gained weight. He seemed satisfied with the result. "Thank you for your hard work. Jasmine, see them out," he said.After the doctors and nurses packed up their equipment, they left with Jasmine.Mercer approached the bed, glanced at Calla, and then at her prominent belly. He reached out to touch it, but Calla swatted his hand away irritably."Don't touch me," she hissed."Do you think I'm interested in touching you? I just want to feel my child," Mercer retorted immediately.Calla's face flushed at his words. She then suppressed her anger and calmly said, "Mercer, since the person you love has returned, why don't you just divorce me? Even if we divorce, I can still safely give birth to your child. You can't marry the one you love without divorcing me. Do you really want to see her in pain?"Calla didn't understand why Mercer was doing this. Was it simply because she had angered him and he wanted to protect his pride as a
With his hands on the steering wheel, Simon chuckled upon hearing that."That's precisely why I haven't bothered with a relationship—women are too much trouble.""That's because you haven't met someone who captured your heart at first sight," Mercer uttered, staring at the dark mountain landscape outside the window."Mr. Garland, you seem a bit..." Simon hesitated."A bit what?" Mercer asked indifferently."A bit lovesick," Simon replied with a shake of his head and a smile.Simon had been Mercer's assistant for years. Besides their superior-subordinate relationship, they had a good personal rapport, allowing them to speak more freely when alone.Simon was adept at knowing when to be informal and when to be serious, which was why he had become Mercer's right-hand man.A rare smile appeared on Mercer's stern face. "Are you mocking me, you punk?""I would never!" Simon quickly waved his hand in denial.After some light-hearted banter, Mercer's mood seemed to improve significant
An impeccably dressed Rose only came out of the house when Sophie had already finished the tea in her cup.Seeing Rose approach, Sophie stood up with a smile."Mrs. Garland Senior, you haven't aged a day. You still look as young and beautiful as ever!"Rose seemed slightly surprised to see Sophie but quickly regained her composure. Sophie placed the gift she had brought on the stone table then. "This is a little something I brought back from Morvenia. I hope you like it, Mrs. Garland Senior."Naturally, Rose didn't care about the gift. She forced an empty smile and remarked, "I didn't think you would remember me after all these years.""You are Mercer's mother. Of course I always keep you in mind," Sophie replied smoothly.Rose scoffed upon hearing Mercer's name. "You say you came from Riverford, so I assume you've already met Mercer?""Yes." Sophie nodded."In that case, you must know that Mercer is married now, and Calla is pregnant. Mercer is going to be a father soon," Ro
Seeing Pierre's expression, Calla realized that a few words wouldn't dispel his suspicions. She reached into her bag, unzipped it, and pulled out the knife.Pierre's eyes widened as he noticed the gleaming knife Calla was pulling out of her bag. He furrowed his brows in concern. "What are you—"Calla explained, "Mercer told me that Casper is my son, that he wasn't stillborn as I was told. I didn't believe him at first, but I was afraid he might be telling the truth, so I went to his house to see him."But I was afraid he might have ulterior motives toward me. As a woman, I'm naturally no match for him. In a moment of desperation, I had to grab this knife from the kitchen for protection. If he dared to do anything to me, I wouldn't have hesitated to use it on him."Her expression was intense, reflecting her genuine fear and resolve.Pierre looked deeply at Calla, then gently touched her cheek. He took the knife from her hand and placed it on a nearby table.Calla then rushed into
Suddenly feeling Mercer's hand on her shoulder, Calla instinctively recoiled. She swatted away his hand and shouted, "Don't touch me, Mercer!"The harm he had caused her was too profound. Even though she now understood his desperate reasons, she still felt immense aversion toward him."Fine, I won't touch you." Mercer retracted his hands and left them suspended in the air."Don't think you can use Casper to threaten me, Mercer. I will never be manipulated by you!" Calla shouted at him.Mercer's expression turned pained at her words. He took a step back, and his eyes filled with profound anguish. "Do you really see me as someone who would use my own son as a bargaining chip?""Yes," Calla replied sternly.Mercer's body swayed slightly, then he turned away in dejection. "If that's the case, then you should leave."Seeing his forlorn figure, Calla felt a pang of sadness, but she couldn't bring herself to trust him again. She turned and walked out of the house.She stumbled out of
At this moment, Mercer clenched his fists. Even with his resolute nature, his eyes seemed misty."This is where I feel most sorry toward you and Clover. Clover is my daughter too. Of course, I wanted her to come into this world healthy. But I couldn't let Casper disappear from this world either."His condition worsened so severely at that time. I was afraid he wouldn't make it to your due date, so I had to take drastic measures..." Mercer struck his fist hard against the wall.Seeing the despondent and remorseful Mercer before her, Calla felt a twinge of compassion, but she still couldn't accept all his explanations.Glancing at the reports in front of her, Calla placed her hand on her cheek. She could feel her fingers trembling.Suddenly, she looked up and asked, "You kept searching for me in Greendale to get me pregnant so you could use the baby's umbilical cord blood to save Casper?"From the timeline Mercer had explained, Casper's condition must have been severe by then.Cal
Mercer smiled bitterly. "I knew that you wouldn't believe me, so I prepared a copy of Casper's medical reports. You can take a look." He pulled out several thick envelopes and set them on the coffee table. Calla frowned upon seeing those envelopes which were all an inch thick. She opened one of them and flipped through the documents inside, frowning as she read. The envelope held reports of Casper's hospitalization in both the city and state hospitals, spanning two years, starting from when Casper was a year old. They were records of Casper's illness and his recovery process.Calla couldn't help thinking about his adorable, chubby face, and she felt her heart clench. She wondered how Casper had managed to triumph over his illness after two years. She couldn't even fathom how painful and difficult the process must have been.Suddenly, Calla noticed something in Casper's surgery reports—a note about how a newborn baby's umbilical cord blood was miraculously compatible with Casper.
"My heart is already in pieces because of you. So what if I hit, cursed, or even stabbed you now? What's the point of doing all that? I beg this of you, Mercer, please let me live my life quietly and stop bothering me!"Stop making up all these ridiculous justifications too. I'm tired—exhausted! I don't want to deal with you anymore," Calla sobbed, tears running down her face.She knew that she shouldn't have cried in front of him. It wasn't just a sign of her weakness, it might also fuel his assumption that she still cared for him. However, she couldn't control it. Whenever she thought of the suffering she'd gone through in the past couple of years, tears ran uncontrollably down her face."I want nothing more than for you to let me tell you the truth in its entirety. I want you and Casper to not miss out on the chance to reconnect as mother and son. "I promise that I'll respect your choice once I'm done telling you everything, and I won't bother you again in the future!" Mercer l
Calla's eyes widened as she remembered everything that had happened in the past. She stumbled over her words as she said, "B-But we were going to get married after we were back on good terms with each other, and I'd already met Casper at that point. Why didn't you tell me about him back then?"Mercer looked at Calla meaningfully. "Do you remember when I told you, on the day we were about to get our marriage certificate, that I had a big surprise for you?"Calla thought about it, then nodded. He had indeed said that he'd prepared a big gift for her. Could the gift have been Casper?Facing Calla's doubtful look, Mercer nodded. "Yes. I wanted to tell you after we received our marriage certificates, but I didn't expect something else to happen on that day."Calla sneered. "'Something else' is a nice way of putting it. You didn't go to get the marriage certificates done with me, because you chose to hold a press conference with Sophie instead, announcing your marriage with her."When
Mercer's face fell. He sat on an armchair before asking Calla, "Do you dislike me that much? Are you not even willing to stay by my side for one minute?""I don't dislike you—I hate you. Also, one minute is too long—I can't even bear to stay by your side for one second!" Calla replied without hesitation.As memories—filled with love and resentment alike—flashed in Calla's mind, she felt an intense hatred for Mercer. If not for Casper, she would never have stepped inside this place again, much less take a seat across Mercer to have a conversation.Calla's words hurt Mercer. He sat there for a while with his head lowered before lighting up a cigarette and taking a long drag.Calla couldn't help coughing when the acrid smell of smoke entered her nose. Realizing that he'd made her cough, Mercer quickly stubbed the cigarette in his ashtray. Calla didn't want to waste any more time with him. She asked impatiently, "Why did you have me come here? Who is the woman you had Casper with?"
Calla finished getting ready, slung her bag over her shoulder, and walked over to Clover. She gave her a quick peck on the cheek and then turned to Fiona. "Fiona, I'm going out to meet a friend.""Okay," Fiona replied with a smile, then continued feeding Clover some water.Calla left the apartment and was about to press the elevator button when Pierre emerged from the opposite door."Hey, aren't you supposed to be off work today? Where are you going this early?" Pierre asked, noticing Calla was heading out."Oh, I'm meeting Alicia. She's going back to work tomorrow, so we're hanging out later," Calla replied hastily, avoiding eye contact with Pierre. She had never been good at lying."She's going to be your bridesmaid. It's only right to express our gratitude," Pierre said with a smile, walking into the elevator with Calla."Where are you meeting her? I can give you a ride," Pierre offered."We're meeting at the department store. It's not on your way, so you should get going. I'
Calla was initially certain that Mercer's goal was to use Casper to ruin her marriage with Pierre.But as the night wore on, Calla's doubts grew. She couldn't shake the feeling that maybe—just maybe—Mercer was telling the truth. Perhaps Casper was indeed her child, the one she had given birth to all those years ago.She couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. What if her child had not died? What if he was still alive and well?As the first light of dawn crept into the room, Calla made a decision. She would go see Mercer, no matter what his motives were. She had to get to the bottom of it.Calla gazed at Clover, who was still fast asleep. She gently stroked her daughter's cheek. "Clover, don't you think it would be wonderful to have an older brother to share your toys and adventures with?Clover's chubby face didn't move. Calla's eyes lingered on her for a moment before she spoke again. "I have to get to the bottom of this no matter what the outcome is. I have to find out if Casp