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
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
Calla Sherman was awakened by the sound of running water. She opened her tired eyes and was shocked by what she saw. She was in a luxurious room. The bright morning sun shone on the sheets. The clothes of a man and a woman were scattered on the carpet, and the scent of the aftermath of a night of passion permeated the room.She looked at her naked body under the blanket and felt the discomfort coming from her nether region. She tugged at her hair as bits and pieces of the memories from last night came back to her.Her boyfriend of three years said she was not gentle, considerate, or feminine. So, he went overseas with a wealthy heiress to further his studies. She put on a brave front, but she was devastated. So, she got very drunk last night. Then, in the heat of the moment, she grabbed a man from the bar and had a one-night stand with him.She sat on the bed with her legs trembling. She had always taken good care of herself. Why would she do something that she would normall
Calla ran away into the distance. She only stopped and sighed in relief when she was sure that the man wasn't on her heels. She picked up her phone to look at the time but was dumbfounded when she saw the date. It was Monday!Her breakup put her in a slump and made her forget all about work! She immediately hailed a cab and rushed to the office. Despite her rush, she was still five minutes late. Oh well, her 500-dollar attendance bonus had gone up in smoke. She felt an urge to curse when she thought about the man's sour expression. He caused her a total loss of 650 dollars. It was enough money for a month's worth of lunches. Then, she thought about how handsome and muscular he was. She decided to think of it as yet another payment made to the gigolo.She could only console herself with the thought that 650 dollars wouldn't normally get her a man as incredible as he was.When she entered the office, she noticed that the atmosphere wasn't right. Everyone was hanging their head
Back in the luxurious suite of the Grand Hill Hotel, a man in white was standing by the window. He was holding something in his hand as he looked at the scenic view outside the window.It was an ID tag. The words "Atlas Enterprises (Riverford Branch), finance department, Calla Sherman" were printed on it.After a while, the door behind him opened. His assistant, Simon Beck, walked into the room. He placed a résumé on the desk and said, "Mr. Garland, here's the thing you asked for."The man, Mercer Garland, hesitated for a moment before walking over to pick up the resume. His gaze fell on the picture on the resume for a good while before he scanned the remaining contents. A frown appeared on his face when he finished reading the résumé. Simon noticed the change in Mercer's expression. "Mr. Garland, I can get more detailed information for you if needed."Mercer remained silent for some time. His gaze was fixed on the résumé. Simon knew that it meant Mercer wanted him to do just t
"Who the hell does she think she is? She got a good life when she was young because her mom was a whore. And now, she's able to sit in a BMW because she is a whore. They're a family of whores!" Alicia cursed angrily at the car, which was already speeding away."Calm down. There's no need to get so angry over people like her," Calla said with a smile. It had been more than a decade. Rudy had already hurt her so much that she had become numb. She was already immune to simple mockery. Alicia knew about the hardships Calla went through. She couldn't do anything except pat her on the shoulder to comfort her. …After two weeks, Calla finished work and headed home. She was completely exhausted."You're back, Calla! Dinner's ready!" Carol had already placed the steaming hot food on the table. She had a lot on her plate at work since she was required to work for the HR department in the morning and the finance department in the afternoon. Although she used to be able to deal with t
The peace in the ward was immediately destroyed the moment Jill stepped through the door. Calla frowned in disdain. It was clear that Jill and her side of the family were there to fight for Cedric's inheritance. They never even visited him since he fell ill."Can't you just let Dad rest in peace in his final moments?" Maurice asked angrily. JIll immediately stopped acting sad and snapped, "Cedric is on his deathbed, Maurice. Shouldn't he tell us about the inheritance of the house and the reimbursement of funeral expenses by the government?""Dad isn't dead yet. Besides, the government will only reimburse us after Dad's passing." Maurice was an honest and straightforward man. He was no match for Jill when it came to arguing. Then, Rudy chimed in, "Maurice, you can't expect to take all the money for yourself. We're both Dad's sons.""You…" Maurice's face paled from anger.Tasha quickly went up to him and supported him. She said worriedly, "Are you having a heart attack?""Th
Tasha was a woman, after all. When she saw Rudy approaching menacingly, she grabbed Calla's arm in fright. Calla looked at Tasha, who was panicking, and Cedric, who was at death's door. Then, she glared at Rudy and yelled, "If you insist on causing trouble, I'll call the cops and tell them you were the ones that killed Grandpa!"Then, I will contact newspaper publishers and tell them we have news that will make the headlines. A veteran killed by his evil son's antics. He isn't even dead yet, but his son was already after his property. This will surely attract a lot of attention!"Calla had no respect for Rudy at all. He hadn't been a father to her all these years. One time, the situation got so hard that she asked for money from him. Not only did he refuse to give her any money, but he had also slapped her. Despite that, he provided Peggy with a pampered life. Calla swore to herself that she would never acknowledge Rudy as her father. She was able to intimidate Rudy and the o
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