As Calla closed her eyes, resigning herself to her fate, a loud and angry male voice came from outside the alley. "Stop!"Both of the vile men immediately halted and stood up. They looked toward the figure walking into the alley. Calla opened her eyes and saw a tall figure approaching. The man appeared to be wearing a leather jacket, tall and burly. He projected an intimidating presence even before taking action.Seeing the figure, Calla felt a glimmer of hope. She didn't know who he was, but maybe she had a chance of being saved. Hastily, she pulled up her pants and sweater, hugging herself tightly. The bitter cold penetrated her thin clothing, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. Her fear only made it worse.The figure stopped less than ten feet away from the fat man and the skinny man. Though Calla couldn't see his face, he seemed strangely familiar.The fat man tilted his head and said, "Hey man, I advise you not to disturb us. If you're looking for a woman to warm you u
Seeing Calla's disheveled state, he frowned. He retrieved her coat from the ground, helped her up, and draped it over her trembling shoulders.Stunned by fear, Calla let him assist her. Her legs felt weak, and she couldn't stand. Her heart was pounding, relieved to be saved but still unable to walk.Noticing her state of shock, he held her shoulders and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"Calla could no longer hold back her emotions and burst into tears. His brow creased deeply as he drew her into his embrace, allowing her to weep without restraint.Calla never imagined that he would arrive at such a critical moment. If those two creeps had violated her, she'd have no idea how to deal with herself after that.Despite her strong demeanor, she was still a woman. When she found herself in such a situation, she was so scared that her legs turned limp. She even started bawling her eyes out.She wasn't as strong as she thought she was. After everything that transpired, she was just
Calla soaked in the bathtub for nearly an hour. When the water was about to turn cold, she wearily got out. She dried herself with a towel and looked at her reflection in the mirror above the sink. Her cheeks and the corners of her mouth were bruised and her hair was messy. There were also bruises on her arms and legs. Seeing those injuries, Calla frowned. She reflected on how harrowing the night had been. At least there were no broken bones or more severe violations. It was a stroke of luck in such an unlucky situation. In her darkest hour, when all hope seemed lost, a knight in shining armor arrived in time to save her.Remembering that the knight was still outside, Calla put on a bathrobe and tied it securely. Considering the traditional distinctions between genders, things could never get too complicated between them. She had learned from past experiences and couldn't repeat those mistakes.As soon as Calla left the bathroom, Pierre, sitting on the couch, glanced at her for
Seeing Pierce's thoughtfulness, Calla accepted the ice pack with both hands. She gratefully said, "If I hadn't met you tonight, I don't know what would have happened. Thank you!"Pierre's face reddened, and he said sheepishly, "It was nothing. You don't need to make a big deal out of it.""It may be a small gesture to you, but it was life-saving to me," Calla said, looking earnestly at Pierre.Pierre didn't continue retorting and instead motioned for Calla to put the ice pack on her face. Calla obediently placed the towel-wrapped ice pack against her cheek. Despite the warmth in the room, the ice was especially cold to her sensitive skin. When the ice came into contact with her face, she couldn't help but wince slightly."By the way, how did you end up here?" Calla asked curiously after a moment, looking at Pierre."I... was bored during Christmas, so I decided to go on a solo road trip. When I reached that alley, I suddenly felt that something was off, so I went to check it o
At this point, Calla suddenly felt the temperature in the room rise. She quickly forced a smile and said, "You must have a lot of free time. Don't you need to visit relatives during Christmas? Your family must be unhappy with you running around like this.""My mom passed away a long time ago, and my dad has already started a new family. I'm all alone with no relatives to visit," Pierre immediately responded.Hearing this, Calla realized that Pierre was a man with a past. Feeling the tension in the air, she stood up. "It's already 2:00 am. How about you take me back to my hotel now?"Pierre sat on the couch without answering her. After a moment, he suddenly rose to his feet, walked over to Calla, and grabbed her by the shoulders. "What are you doing?" A shiver ran down Calla's spine as she met his piercing gaze. She felt as though he could devour her with his eyes alone."Why are you always avoiding me?" Pierre's expression twisted in displeasure as he stared at Calla with frust
Pierre would beam at the door for ages that night. He was drawn to Calla's genuine nature. She was honest, headstrong, resilient, and yet, sometimes fragile. From the moment he got close to her, he was captivated.He had always resisted these feelings, partly because of Wanda and also because of Mercer. But now, none of that mattered anymore. He had mustered the courage to come to Greendale in search of her.Yet, she wasn't interested in him. But that was okay; he had plenty of time and energy to pursue her. Pierre had never failed to get what he wanted, and women were no exception.Despite knowing that the lock posed no real obstacle to a strong man, it offered her a sense of security. Afterward, Calla quickly put on her tattered clothes. Though barely intact, they were still better than the bathrobe. Then, she lay down to sleep, covering herself with the thick blanket.Perhaps due to the shock of the fight and nearly being assaulted by those two thugs, Calla tossed and turned,
Calla quickly grabbed her phone. She noticed that the screen was cracked, but fortunately, it was still usable.Holding the phone in her hands, Calla froze for a moment because this phone was a gift from Mercer. That day when she was in the hospital, they had argued, and he had thrown her old phone against the wall, shattering it. So he had Simon buy her this one. Thinking back, those moments seemed as vivid as ever.Snapping out of her momentary daze, Calla glanced at her phone. As expected, Piper had texted early that morning. Her stomach was feeling better so she would be back to lead the tour group for the day.The news was such a relief to Calla. At least, she had the rest of the day to herself."Let's have breakfast." Pierre smiled seeing Calla's expression return to normal. "Come sit down.""Thank you." Calla sat on the couch, her mouth watering at the sight of the delicious food."What are you waiting for? Dig in." Pierre smiled, reminding her when he saw her staring at
Pierre burst out laughing once more. Today, Calla was being especially humorous, cute, and endearing—making him feel at ease. He was particularly touched by the underlying strength and resilience she showed. Even in the face of adversity, she remained unwavering.Pierre paused before suggesting, "Calla, have you considered changing jobs?""Changing jobs?" Calla frowned at him, not understanding what he meant.Pierre continued, "You've obtained your CPA certificate. With that, you can find a stable and promising job. Working at the travel agency doesn't suit you and is somewhat a waste of your talents.""How do you know I got my CPA certificate? Did Natasha tell you that too?" Calla asked, eyeing Pierre."You guessed it right," Pierre admitted, spreading his hands in defeat.Hearing this, Calla muttered, "Natasha is such a blabbermouth. She's trying to please you, her boss, by telling you everything.""You're well aware, so don't blame her too much. I can ask her anything, and sh
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