"There's a huge age difference between us. You deserve someone better than me," Sean said euphemistically. "You are the best for me. I don't care about the age difference," Eudora said, trying her best to calm down. "I got married yesterday," Sean said calmly. Eudora was stunned for a few seconds before her face turned pale. "Alastair, are you joking? We were fine before. Why, did you get married all of a sudden?" "I'm sorry if you had misunderstood in the past. I didn't restrain myself as I wasn't married before. Now that I am married, I can't do whatever I want. I couldn't possibly allow the misunderstanding to go on like this," Sean said coldly. Eli sat in a chair and listened quietly, like a spectator. In a love triangle, there would always be someone sad and someone happy. Sean's words will definitely hurt her. Eudora's eyes were filled with tears. She still maintained her composure and didn't make a big fuss at all. She asked in a choking
"I'll be with you since I'll still need to install the prosthetic arm. Moreover, they won't be suspicious if I'm with you. They will put their guard down if you keep torturing me. I don't want to be the one waiting. I've been waiting for five years in anguish," Eli said with redness in her eyes. Sean became emotional, and he hugged her tightly. Her decision to install the prosthetic arm indicated that she had let go of the past. She had decided to stay and that she wouldn't leave him. Did that mean she was still in love with him? His drifting heart could finally stay still. Eli was still the simple, straightforward, and kind girl he knew. Eli felt the urge to cry. Wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes, she said, "Don't torture me too hard. I'll remember it with all my heart." "I won't torture you ever again. Listen to me, let Stella save you and stay with her. I will have peace of mind if I know that you are safe. Otherwise, you'll be m
Stella fell silent. She knew how terrifying it was to have enemies around her. In the past, Jasper was even assassinated in his own military base. Furthermore, once Sean had made up his mind to turn against them, he would then be surrounded by enemies, and every move he makes would be under surveillance. To kill all those people, not only would he need time but also a strong ability, a high level of endurance, and superb acting skills. Although Sean was wealthy and powerful, threats were all around him, waiting to take him down. "I will take good care of her, but I know that Eli wants you to take care of her. Otherwise, she would not have sacrificed herself like this for you. I will not prescribe any medicine for her for the time being, as I wouldn't want her to grow dependent on it. It's not good for her to take too much of it. What you should do now is to care for her and make her happy. Don't mention anything that will make her feel pressured or in pain," Ste
"Hello, Mr. Yaleman. It's Beckham. I'm currently in D Country. Will I get a chance to meet you?" Beckham asked politely. Sean knew who Beckham was. Beckham became the successor of the Yaleman family after he stepped down. Beckham, too, lived up to their expectations. He managed to establish his grounds in just one year, and it only took him four years to consolidate and strengthen his power. Now, he had become the youngest deputy president in history and was one of Bellamy's strongest competitors. "I'll send you the address later. See you in an hour," Sean said. He knew exactly what Beckham wanted to say to him. The reason why he was meeting him was just to confirm his speculations. He placed Eli on the bed and ordered his most trusted subordinates to protect her before he went out. He met Beckham an hour later. Beckham wore a pair of black-framed glasses and a brown windbreaker. Inside, he wore a black suit with a white shirt on. He seem
Eli knocked Sean on his head mercilessly and said, "Are you crazy? I still need you to take care of me since I don't have an arm. How do you expect me to take care of you when you have lost an arm too? I will not be able to carry you. If you break your arm, I will break my neck. Let's see who is more ruthless." "Eli," Sean called her name helplessly. "Sean, it doesn't do any good to me if you lose an arm. Don't be silly, okay? I'll be sad and unhappy if you broke your arm. Do you want me to be unhappy?" Eli said persuasively. "I know that you're upset." "Sean, it'll just take another half a month. We'll be separated after that. Don't think of those unpleasant thoughts. We should do our best to be happy, right?" Eli said with a smile. Sean nodded and said, "I have asked them to prepare a crab feast for lunch. You can eat two of them." "Wow, that's great," Eli jumped up for joy. "But I'll have to trouble you to peel them for me. See, you could only pee
Eli went back to the room and saw Sean looking through his phone. When he saw her return, he put his phone away and said, "Dinner is ready." "Crabs, crabs! I've loved eating crabs since I was a child," Eli laughed and said cheerily. Sean smiled affectionately and said, "Why do I remember that you loved eating meat the most when you were a child?" "That's because crabs are seasonal. I'll only eat meat when there are no crabs," Eli explained and sat down at the table. The chef brought two crabs and their condiments to the table, as well as some kitchen tools. "Wow, I'm digging in," Eli took the scissors and cut off the crab's leg. She could not continue as she only had one arm. Sean peeled the crab's leg, dipped it with sauce, and handed it to her. Eli took a bite without any hesitation. Reuben approached them shortly after with a slight frown. He took the initiative to come forward and asked with a nod, "Mr. Yaleman, do you need help
"What? Which Mr. Yeager?" Sean frowned as he sat up from the bed. "Brock Yeager," one of Brock's men reported. Sean was stunned. After regaining his calmness, he asked cautiously, "How did he die?" "He died from a heart attack at 1 a.m. He has already stopped breathing when he was sent to the hospital. The doctor couldn't save him," Brock's subordinate reported. "Okay, I understand. Send me the address and I'll come over now," Sean said in a deep voice and hung up the phone. Eli did not feel like sleeping anymore. She asked, "Who died?" "Brock," Sean replied as he put on his clothes. "Did you kill him?" Eli asked. "No, I didn't. I was told that he died of a heart attack. I have to go to the hospital now. You should rest at home, don't wait up for me," Sean insisted. Eli nodded and watched as Sean left the room. She heard the sound of the car leaving. Brock's death was too sudden. She lay in bed for a while but could not
Eli shook her head and replied, "I don't want to do anything, and it's not as though I could do anything either." "You don't need to do anything. You have me. Just wait for me, okay?" Sean murmured. His gaze sunk, as though his soul was looming in the darkness. He did not ask Eli to go to bed, for he knew that she could not fall asleep. Instead, he closed his eyes. Noticing that his eyes were shut, Eli closed hers too. After tossing and turning for hours, she finally fell asleep. She had a dream. Hodge had kidnapped her and made Sean his puppet. She did not want Sean to be manipulated by Hodge. Therefore, she tried to kill herself to free him of the misery. She bit her tongue, but she did not die. She tried hitting her head against the wall, but it was soft and it seemed to be emanating warmth. She looked up and saw Sean. She realized that she was holding a knife in her hand. With a pull, she stabbed the knife through her heart and finally d