Calla stormed off in anger, with Mercer catching up to her in a few strides. He grabbed her arm as soon as he was by her side."Calla!" Mercer called, frowning."Don't touch me." Calla stopped in her tracks and yanked her arm free.Seeing her angered state, Mercer pleaded urgently, "Will you listen to me, please?""I saw you hugging and holding her in the ward. What's there to explain? Do you think I'm blind?" Calla snapped."It's not what it looked like." Mercer stepped closer, trying to explain.Calla stepped back, glaring at him. "Stay away from me!"Folding her arms, she pouted, anger written all over her face."Alright, I won't come closer. Can you please just hear me out? It's not what you're thinking... I swear it's not what it looks like!" Mercer stammered, obviously desperate."Were my eyes deceiving me? What else could it be?" Calla's eyes reddened at that moment. She was fighting back tears.She had hoped he would handle the situation himself, but she never expecte
These were probably the most beautiful words of affection Calla had ever heard from Mercer. She found herself a bit entranced by him. Calla buried her head in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent. Within seconds, the two had reconciled, and any lingering tension between them dissolved completely.A moment later, Calla lifted her head from Mercer's embrace. She grasped the collar of his coat with both hands and said seriously, "Mercer, let's not see each other for two weeks."Mercer frowned upon hearing this. "But you said you weren't angry anymore. You—" "I'm not saying this out of anger. I'm serious this time." Despite the heavy tone, there was no trace of anger on Calla's face."What do you mean, then?" Mercer asked, looking at Calla in confusion.Calla glanced at the hospital building behind them and said, "I don't want to fight with you over Sophie anymore. I'm giving you two weeks to sort things out with Sophie. When we meet again, I want us to be free of any burde
As Calla reached home, her landlady, Kelly emerged from across the hall, handing her a package. "Ms. Sherman, there's a package here for you." Calla smiled as she accepted it. "Thank you." "No problem." Kelly waved and went back into her own apartment. Calla unlocked her door and glanced down at the package in her hands. It was light, presumably documents of some sort. She then caught sight of the sender's address and instantly frowned. It read Brightway Law Firm.Puzzled, Calla opened the package and pulled out a document. As expected, it was a termination contract, signed by the firm. They had mailed a copy to her. Looking at the termination contract, Calla thought about the past, feeling a profound sense of regret. She had worked hard at Brightway and had accomplished quite a bit. It was by a twist of fate that her career there had ended prematurely.…The next morning, Calla appeared at Brightway Law Firm. Walking into the finance department, Calla saw Faith bera
At this moment, Faith stepped forward and blocked the doorway."What do you mean by this?" Calla glared at Faith, who was leaning against the door frame and blocking her way."This is my office now, and everything inside belongs to me. If anything goes missing after you stroll in, who am I supposed to hold accountable?" Faith sneered maliciously.Calla's eyes narrowed as she glared at Faith. Though she and Faith had never gotten along, she hadn't expected Faith to be so openly hostile now. Faith was truly a petty person."As for your things, I've already had Natasha move them to the storage room. You can go fetch them yourself. I'm busy and have no time to entertain you," Faith said coldly before turning around and closing the door to her office.With the door slammed shut in her face, Calla frowned.At this point, Natasha hurried over and whispered, "Ms. Sherman, shall I take you to get your things? I've packed everything for you and put them in the room over there."Natasha wa
Calla knew that Natasha's family situation was complicated. She could only pat Natasha's shoulder and comfort her. "With Mr. Garland around, there's no way Faith can do as she pleases. You keep working hard. Someone like her won't last long in that position.""Yes, I understand." Natasha nodded in acknowledgment."I'll be going now. Let's keep in touch," Calla said, carrying the box as she left the storage room.As she entered the hallway, she saw Faith in high heels strutting toward her.Calla didn't want to make a scene, so she pretended not to see Faith and kept walking.But Faith blocked her path, reaching an arm out to stop her."What do you want now?" Calla looked up coldly at Faith.Faith glanced at the box in Calla's arms and sneered. "You're no longer an employee of Brightway. How can I be sure that you haven't stolen company assets when you're taking things out like this? If anything goes missing, I'll be held responsible.""What do you want me to do?" Calla asked,
Didn't Faith previously mock Calla about having her contract terminated? Faith had also made a point about Calla receiving her compensation money earlier. Well, that money could be put to good use against Faith now."You!" Calla's bold words made Faith lose all her bravado. After all, she didn't want to get involved in a lawsuit. Having worked at a law firm for many years, she knew how time-consuming and costly lawsuits could be. It was something not everyone could afford.Seeing Faith back down almost immediately, Calla decided not to prolong the confrontation. Her threat of suing for defamation was just to scare Faith anyway.At this point, Natasha realized that Calla was simply arguing with Faith. She had no real intention of going to court. Thus, she quickly knelt to help Calla pick up her things from the floor.Faith, no longer as arrogant as she had been moments ago, saw that Calla wasn't pursuing the matter. She took the opportunity to slip back into her office without a
"Yes, it's all in the past. I've always wanted to come visit you, but..." Pierre broke his silence but then hesitated halfway.Calla looked at Pierre, who seemed to be holding back from saying something. She was unsure of what he wanted to say. As such, she decided to end the conversation quickly."I'm doing fine. You don't need to worry. I have something to do, so I'll be going now," Calla said, preparing to leave with her box."Goodbye." Pierre watched as Calla left, then turned around himself.After taking a few steps forward, Calla suddenly paused. She thought for a moment, then turned around and called out to Pierre. "Wait a minute!"Pierre immediately turned around and saw Calla approaching him with her box."Is something wrong?" Pierre's eyes focused on Calla's serious expression."There's something I think I should tell you. After all, I was once an employee of Brightway. I don't want Brightway to have incompetent employees, and I can't stand by and watch good employees
Hearing this, Calla looked up into Pierre's eyes. She noticed his gaze fixed intently on her, with an intensity that truly caught her off guard. Judging by the look in his eyes, she also saw that he seemed very cautious with her, as if afraid she might reject him.Based on their previous interactions, Calla sensed that Pierre's feelings for her went beyond those of a superior to a subordinate. This was what she had always wanted to avoid. She couldn't agree to remain friends with him. She didn't want to be inexplicably attacked again. She certainly didn't want to make Mercer, who got jealous easily, feel envious. None of this would do her any good. That said, Pierre was genuinely a good person. He had valued and cared for her a lot when she worked at Brightway. Flatly refusing to even be friends seemed somewhat heartless after all this time.After a moment of hesitation, Calla gave Pierre a bright smile. "We're going to be family. Isn't that closer than being friends?""Fami
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