As Calla passed through the living room, she noticed Zoey sitting on the couch. Zoey was cradling her newborn daughter in her arms. She shot Calla a cold glance, then patted the baby gently. "Sweetheart, your meddlesome aunt is finally leaving our home. I hope she never comes back. Every time she shows up, our house is thrown into chaos. From now on, we're going to have such a great time as a family of three with Daddy."Hearing this, Calla frowned. She never imagined Zoey would turn into someone like this. With a heavy heart, Calla wiped away a tear, grabbed her suitcase, and stormed out the door.As Calla stepped into the elevator, she still couldn't fathom that Zoey had said and done those things. Calla tugged at her hair, the sting a harsh reminder of reality. Their relationship had frayed to this extent.It seemed she no longer had a sister.The elevator reached the ground floor, and the doors slid open.Calla saw Harlan waiting outside, holding a bag of pretzels. Calla's
Calla stared at Harlan in shock after hearing what he said. How did he know Zoey so well? It seemed Calla was the one who had no clue who Zoey was anymore.Harlan continued, "I know Zoey all too well. She'll always push the blame onto others. It's always someone else's fault, and she's never wrong."Calla's first instinct was to defend Zoey. "Harlan, you can't talk about Zoey that way. Don't forget, she's your wife!"Harlan saw Calla's agitation and remained silent for a moment. Instead of arguing with her, he calmly said, "Calla, you'll understand eventually. You'll see that what I'm saying is true."For a moment, Calla felt lost. As Calla reflected on Harlan's words, a wave of anxiety washed over her. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. Zoey had shifted all the blame onto her."Harlan, do you have something against Zoey?" Calla's heart was still inclined toward Zoey.Knowing that Calla wasn't on his side to begin with, Harlan smiled bitterly. "I know that if I
"Hello?" Calla answered the phone a moment later."Calla, I heard from Miriam that you quit your job. What's going on? You were doing so well, why did you suddenly resign? And where are you right now? I've searched all over Greendale for you." Pierre bombarded her with questions.Faced with so many queries, Calla didn't know which one to answer first. In the end, she responded vaguely, "My sister gave birth, and there was no one to take care of her at home. So I came back to Riverford to look after her during her recovery period."Pierre was silent for a moment, then asked, "Does that mean you're not coming back to Greendale? Are you planning to stay in Riverford for a long time?"Calla didn't know how to answer him because she wasn't sure what her future held. "I don't have any specific plans yet," Calla said with a bitter smile.Pierre chuckled and said, "No rush on the plan; you can take your time on that. Take good care of your sister while she's getting better. Let me treat
Calla was taken aback by Carol's words. But she quickly smiled and replied, "Mom, I've already been divorced once. It's not that easy to find someone suitable again.""You were only married for a short time and don't have children. If it doesn't work out, you can lower your standards a bit. As long as the person is honest and reliable, we can compromise on looks and financial stability." Carol was now frowning.Having been hurt before, Calla was hesitant to love again. Given her current circumstances, she was afraid of becoming a burden to someone else.With a playful smile, Calla said, "Mom, Zoey's already married. Don't you want me to stay home and keep you company?"Carol rolled her eyes and whined, "It doesn't matter whether you get married or not. You've hardly been home to spend time with me.""Mom, I'm taking a long break this time. I'll stay home and keep you company," Calla said, trying to please her mother. Hearing this, Carol pursed her lips and said, "You've been ass
Calla walked along the lake, only the rippling sounds of water accompanying her. Her mind was in turmoil, and she was fighting a whirlwind of emotions.Though this baby had just arrived, she wanted to keep it. The pain of her previous loss was still very raw, and she felt like this was a second chance.That said, this child was Mercer's. He probably knew her whereabouts like the back of his hand now. Could she give birth to the child right under his nose?Moreover, this child was born out of wedlock. She couldn't offer the baby a complete family, nor could she provide them a normal life. Would this be unfair to the baby growing inside her? Would it affect the child's life in the future?As Calla wrestled with these thoughts, someone she recognized appeared before her. Her heart tightened, and she stopped in her tracks, her eyes fixed on the person's tall figure.Calla wasn't too surprised to see him, though. If he wanted to, he could easily track her every move. Judging from recen
Calla's provocative behavior toward Mercer was a mask for her deep-seated unhappiness.How had she attracted so many of the wrong men over the years? All her romantic encounters were either fruitless or troublesome. Mercer slipped one hand into his pocket, his dark eyes fixed intently on Calla. "It doesn't matter how much they care about you. You'll never be able to love them. Deep down, you'll always remember me."Mercer's words, though arrogant, struck a painful chord within Calla.She didn't want to argue with him any longer, so she shot him a glare. "You're so full of yourself!"With that, Calla turned to leave. As she passed by him, Mercer reached out and grabbed Calla's arm. His grip was surprisingly gentle this time. Calla frowned slightly, thinking that he seemed different today compared to usual. Though still as domineering, his usual arrogance was tempered. His eyes carried a melancholy that was both captivating and heartbreaking.His voice softened too, with a note
Calla felt as though she could sense the child calling out to her. At this moment, she became even more determined to keep this child. Calla was overwhelmed by the constant barrage of thoughts in her head. She decided to put down the burden altogether.From now on, she no longer wanted to think about anything else. Her greatest happiness would be to bring this child safely into the world. This child was to be the light of her life. She suddenly did not feel so alone in this world and now had something to live for. She no longer cared what others said or thought. So what if she became a single mother? She had the ability and confidence to raise a child on her own.Calla didn't care about Mercer's persistent pursuit. She would deal with problems as they came. He couldn't take away her child no matter how powerful he was.With her mind made up, Calla stood with renewed confidence and returned home with her bag.The moment she entered, Carol started scolding her. "Calla, where ha
Early the next morning, Calla practically dragged Carol out of the house. She had booked a full-day tour nearby, determined to spend time with her mother. Seeing Carol enjoying herself brought Calla some relief.But when they returned, Calla immediately felt herself growing weak. Her nausea was getting worse. She knew she couldn't delay her departure any longer.The day after, as they ate breakfast, Calla spoke, "Mom, there's something I need to talk to you about.""What is it?" Carol asked while eating."My boss phoned me yesterday. They need a supervisor over at Greendale, and he wants me to go—" Carol interrupted her with a frown. "Didn't they just transfer you back here? You're a young woman all alone in Greendale. How can I be at ease?""Mom, the boss said it would only be for one more year. They're offering a 20% raise, and after a year, they'll promote me. You know how hard I work to earn more money. They say men can handle tough jobs better, and women don't get promote
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