Soft sunlight gently kissed dew-kissed petals as birds chirped, filling the air with a quiet melody on the peaceful morning.In the dining room, Jia was having breakfast while Sara waited for Jemma to join them.Sara asked finally, "Why hasn't Jemma come out for breakfast? Isn't she supposed to go to work today?""She'll probably come soon, Sa Mom. Maybe she's taking longer with her makeup," Jia responded."Jemma doesn't usually wear that much makeup," Sara remarked."Yesterday she found out her boyfriend is her new CEO. Maybe that's why she's doing extra," Jia said with a chuckle.Sara gave her a look and said gently, "You've started talking a lot. Come on, get up and go to school. Andrew is waiting for you.""Jemma and I usually go together. She hasn't arrived yet," Jia replied."I'll ask Jack to drop her off. You go now," Sara said."Okay, Sa Mom," Jia kissed Sara's cheek and left for school. Sara then instructed Nisha, "Nisha, stop collecting the plates and go check on Jemma. She'
Yohan clenched his jaw, removed his gun, unlocked it, and aimed it between Noah's brows. Sara gasped, taken aback. Yohan's eyes bore a cold intensity. Noah, unmoving, met Yohan's gaze without flinching. Sara's attention fixated on the trigger, noticing Yohan's steady hand. "What are you waiting for? I won't beg for my life anymore," Noah retorted, a hint of defiance in his tone. Struggling to rein in his anger, Yohan addressed Sara, "Tell him to leave before I kill him." "Go ahead, kill me," challenged Noah. Yohan, securing his fury, admitted, "If you weren't Kevin's son, I'd empty this gun into you." Noah smirked, "You won't. Mom always said you loved me more than anything in the world." Yohan affirmed, "Exactly. Even if my own son were here now, I'd have killed him." "No," Noah countered, "You won't harm me because you love my Mom more than anything in the world. She betrayed my father for you. So, my advice? End it here." Sara and Yohan were stunned. Noah seemed to know a t
"I only love Sara and will always love her," stated Yohan Dixon, the chairman of Dixon Group. “Yes, even though I was Kevin's wife, I had an affair with Yohan, which continued after Kevin passed away," confirmed Sara Owen, Yohan Dixon's ex-wife and so-called mistress. Sara's eyes widened in shock as she read the news. "This... Jimmy did this?" she asked, incredulous. Yohan nodded. "Sara, the news agency owner confirmed it. Jimmy threatened him to publish this." "He's my son, Yohan. He loves you the most. He couldn't do this," Sara insisted. "Sara, what he did to Jemma isn't fucking enough proof of what he's capable of?" Yohan's frustration surfaced, followed by a cough. Sara noticed his weakened state and rubbed his back. "What's wrong, Yohan? You don't seem well. Should I call the doctor?" Sara's worry grew. "Leave me be," Yohan grumbled, struggling to get up and heading laboriously to the master bedroom. Sara felt ashamed, watching him go, filled with worry and tension. Yohan
In a simple, understated office within the Brooklyn Group, Noah Johnson was deeply engrossed in his work. For six consecutive hours, he'd remained seated, demonstrating his tireless dedication. Suddenly, his assistant, Liam Day, entered the room. Placing some papers on Noah's desk, he declared, "Sir, we've got it."Noah stopped his work, his expression turning serious as he looked at Liam. The project he had tirelessly pursued for a month was finally theirs. It was a significant win snatched from the Dixon Group—a crucial, high-budget project. Since taking over the Brooklyn Group a month ago, Noah has steered the company towards several successes. His sharp intellect and strategic prowess had garnered praise from the business world."These are the documents," Liam confirmed.Noah picked up the papers, quickly reviewed them, and then tossed them onto the table before reclining in his chair with a cold, calculating gaze."Commence work on this project immediately, even if it requires bo
Noah stood tall and composed. Clad in a crisp white shirt and sleek black pants, his sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, throwing an air of effortless confidence. Two buttons of his shirt remained casually undone, revealing a glimpse of his masculine chest, an expensive silver wristwatch adorning his wrist, glinting in the ambient light. His choice of black shoes added a touch of sophistication to his getup. His deep, penetrating eyes gazed intently. The closely pressed, slightly pursed pink lips hinted at an unspoken resolve, adding an air of mystery and allure to his handsomeness. His presence commanded attention, echoing the charisma and aura of authority associated with his lineage, reminiscent of his biological father, Yohan Dixon.As he saw Sara, Noah felt a lump in his throat. It had been a whole month since he last saw his mother and his heart ached to be with her. The coldness in his eyes softened for a moment, and he took a step toward her. Sara slowly stood up from the
In a dimly lit apartment, Noah lounged on the couch, puffing on a cigarette while fixated on the news broadcast. The surgeons responsible for Yohan Dixon's transplant appeared in a press conference. The initial news was promising – the liver transplant had been successful. However, the room fell silent as the tone shifted. "The transplanted liver is showing signs of primary non-function," the main surgeon announced solemnly. "This necessitates an urgent need for another transplant. Mr Dixon remains unconscious, and his condition is grave."Noah's face contorted slightly at the news, a mix of anxiety and a touch of regret flashing across his eyes. He stubbed out his cigarette and poured some wine into a glass for him.A reporter asked, "It is being said that neither Noah Johnson nor Sara Owen is present during this difficult time. What would you say about this?""Miss Owen was here at the hospital continuously until the operation was concluded. However, after the procedure, she had t
Natalie walked into the study, her hand resting on Bruno's shoulder, tears welling in her eyes. "Bruno..." "I'm scared, Natalie. For the first time. Not even when Neel showed his true colors," Bruno admitted. "Jimmy wouldn't do that. He loves all of us," Natalie assured him. "Neel loved too, until he found out the truth about his biological father. Natalie, I couldn't convince Jimmy to stop his vendetta against Ricky. He's set on ruining him, and Ricky's situation is getting worse..." The two of them hugged and cried, feeling helpless and trapped in a situation they couldn't control. Meanwhile, Sara returned to the hospital. As she reached Yohan's room, the news struck her like a thunderbolt. Yohan's condition had deteriorated, and his body was rejecting the new liver. Her eyes filled with tears, refusing to dry. She was overcome with fear and anxiety as she realized the urgent need for a new donor. … Jemma finished up at work and headed to the parking lot. Upon reaching her car
Jay lay senseless in the ICU, surrounded by machines beeping rhythmically. Wires and tubes connected him to monitors, displaying his weak vital signs. Medical professionals rushed around, tending to his injuries with urgency, while his fate hung in the balance.Jemma stood motionless outside the ICU, tears streaming down her face, gazing at Jay through the glass. She felt paralyzed by grief, watching him fight for life. The machines beeped incessantly, heightening the harsh reality of his weak state, and leaving her in misery.The doctors and staff exited the ICU, leaving Jay alone. Jemma remained unmoving. Soon, Eric arrived, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, “It’s late. I’ll drop you.”She wiped her tears and glanced at Eric."What did the doctor say?" Jemma asked."Jay slipped into a coma. It's uncertain when he'll wake up. His condition's critical; he might not last long," Eric replied grimly.Jemma froze, staggered to the nearby couch, shut her eyes, and tears streamed