Mrs. Perez was clearly stunned. “You said you didn’t want to have anything to do with that family anymore. So, what happened?” she asked, her voice laced with confusion.Lydia lowered her gaze, avoiding eye contact.Sighing deeply, Mrs. Perez didn’t push any further, sensing Lydia’s reluctance. But Mr. Perez was less patient.“You both promised that once you were married, he would treat you well, and you’d have a good life together,” Mr. Perez huffed in frustration. “How long has it been since the wedding? And now we’re dealing with this mess.”“This isn’t all Quincy’s fault…” Lydia began to say, but her father wasn’t having it.“You’re still defending him?” Mr. Perez retorted angrily. “Alright, if it’s not his fault, then why have you been out of touch for two whole days? Why no word from you?”Lydia was left speechless, her hands fidgeting nervously under the table as her thoughts spiraled.She knew her parents all too well. Both of them were fiery and protective. If she tol
Lydia braced herself, fully expecting the sting of a slap. But the pain never came. She opened her eyes to see Mr. Perez shaking his head with a heavy sigh.Mrs. Perez, standing beside him, tried to console him. "What’s the point of being so angry? What’s done is done. Right now, we need to figure out how to fix this. This is Quincy’s fault!"She then turned to Lydia and added, "We should call him over right now."Mr. Perez shot Lydia a stern glance, clearly holding back his frustration before finally speaking in a controlled but firm tone. "You’ve heard your mother. If you have any sense of responsibility, you won’t keep defending him. He’s a man. Let him handle his own problems."Lydia sat in silence for a moment before pulling out her phone to send Quincy a message, asking him to come over. It didn’t take long before Quincy arrived, rushing in from work. The moment he saw Lydia sitting quietly in the living room, he moved toward her, but Mr. Perez’s piercing glare stopped him
When Quincy dropped to his knees, the room fell silent. It was a rare and powerful gesture that showed just how deeply he cared. Few men would humble themselves like that, but in that moment, Quincy left no doubt about his love for Lydia. His commitment had never wavered.Lydia, overwhelmed with emotion, couldn’t stop crying. Seeing her tears, Mr. and Mrs. Perez finally softened. Unable to bear seeing her so upset, they reluctantly relented, allowing Quincy to take her home.On the way back, the tension between them was palpable. Though they were together, something invisible stood between them, making everything feel awkward. Lydia’s mind wandered back to what Quincy had said earlier. “You mentioned that someone took advantage of the situation,” she said, breaking the silence. “Do you know who it was?”Both of them had long suspected that someone was behind the rumors, but they hadn’t been able to pinpoint exactly who.Quincy, in the middle of taking off his jacket, froze for a
Quincy mentioned there was trouble at work, so naturally, Lydia asked a few questions. But he didn’t want to say much, leaving her no choice but to let it go. “Alright, just come home soon,” she finally said.After they hung up, there was a knock at the door, followed by the concerned voice of the housekeeper. “Ma’am, I’ve made some chicken soup. Would you like some?” Lydia opened the door and let her in to set the soup on the table. The housekeeper was about to leave, but she hesitated, as if she had something on her mind.“What is it, Mrs. Clinton?” Lydia asked.Mrs. Clinton hesitated for a moment before replying, “A man called earlier. When I asked who he was, he hung up right away.”“Maybe he dialed the wrong number?”“That’s what I thought too. But he called several times,” she said, looking at Lydia with uncertainty. “I thought he might be trying to reach someone.”Lydia’s eyes flickered with unease. Quincy hadn’t come home yet, and aside from Mrs. Clinton, she was th
As Lydia’s gaze swept over the room, her smile faltered when her eyes landed on someone unexpected. Eugene had just reached the reception desk with a group of people, but suddenly stopped, his piercing gaze locking onto hers.Her heart began to race, and she quickly looked away.“Miss Lydia, are you okay?” someone beside her asked, noticing the sudden change in her expression.She forced a weak smile and shook her head. “I’m fine, let’s keep moving.”But on the way back, she couldn’t shake the unsettling image of Eugene from her mind. It played on a loop, dragging her into a spiral of growing unease. Lately, Eugene seemed to haunt her like a living nightmare. Why had he shown up today? After everything he had already done to her, what more did he want?These unanswered questions piled up, fueling an uncontrollable sense of frustration. Without realizing it, Lydia started walking faster, her emotions getting the best of her.“Miss Lydia, please slow down.” someone called after
Nearly fifteen minutes had passed when Eugene finally emerged. His expression hadn’t changed. He was calm and unreadable, just as it had been when he went in. There was no hint of whether the deal had gone through or not. Everyone around was left speculating."I bet it didn’t go through. You know how Mr. Quincy is. He’s easygoing most of the time, but once he sets his mind on something, he doesn’t let go.""Who knows? Maybe it worked out after all.""Ha! Care to place a bet on it?"With no official word from Quincy, the employees could only guess. But Lydia had a different approach. She could just ask.When she entered the office, there was an unopened file on Quincy’s desk, next to a pen that seemed freshly used. Her heart skipped a beat.Had the rumors been true? Did he really agree to work with Eugene?Lydia, feeling a surge of anxiety, took a deep breath and decided to ask directly. There was no point in dwelling on assumptions when she could face the truth head-on. “Quinc
On the other end of the phone, Mrs. Perez continued her tirade. Lydia, who had been leaning into his embrace, suddenly went limp, sliding toward the floor in defeat. Quincy could no longer listen. “That’s enough, Mom. I’m hanging up now.”Without waiting for her reply, he quickly ended the call and pulled Lydia back to her feet.“Lydia, don’t listen to her. She doesn’t know the full story, and she certainly doesn’t know you.”“But she’s your mother, Quincy,” Lydia whispered, her eyes filled with uncertainty. “Can you really go against her?”Quincy was silent for a moment, his eyes steady as they met hers. Then, his voice came, low but firm. “I can.”Lydia froze. It was an answer she hadn’t expected.Quincy drew her back into his arms, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone get in the way of us. Right now, the most important thing to me is you and our baby.”His gaze softened as it drifted to her still-flat belly, his deep eyes filled with te
Mrs. Perez shot a sharp look at her husband, clearly annoyed, and jabbed him with her elbow. "Really? You’re acting like you’ve never seen whiskey before. Didn’t one of your old classmates send you a bottle just last year?" She wanted to imply that the liquor wasn't anything special and to stop behaving as though he had been bought off. Mr. Perez paused for a moment, then corrected her seriously, "This is aged, top-tier whiskey. It's different."Mrs. Perez’s face darkened, but after seeing his reaction, he finally clammed up, though somewhat reluctantly.After this brief exchange, Mrs. Perez couldn’t exactly demand that Lydia take her gifts back. She coughed lightly, trying to regain her composure. “Well, we’ll accept these, but only because he doesn’t have many hobbies besides this,” she said, casting Lydia a pointed glance, her lips curling into a faint, sarcastic smile. “You really did your homework.”Lydia’s expression stiffened, feeling the sting of her kindness being tw
Pharaoh noticed the resolute look in Nash’s eyes and knew exactly what kind of person he was. He had witnessed firsthand how well Nash treated Nina. Still, Pharaoh couldn't shake the reality that his days were numbered, prompting him to repeat his instructions again and again.Pharaoh had experienced it all—success, loss, and even redemption. Yet, the one thing he couldn’t make peace with was leaving his two children behind. Though he neither smoked nor drank, life was slipping away from him. Pharaoh believed his failing health was divine retribution for the sins he had committed in his past.He spent hours talking to Nash, who listened patiently, nodding in agreement as Pharaoh repeated his wishes. Despite trusting Micah to take care of things, Pharaoh still felt compelled to remind Micah, saying, “Don’t be reckless. The debts of the father often fall to the son. My remaining time has been spent with Nina, but the Yaren Tribe is now your responsibility. I expect you to make amen
Wilfred fell silent.If there was someone he couldn’t forget, it was Nina, his Ivy. But fate had not been kind. By the time he found her, she was already married to Nash and had his children. Later, when news of Nash’s death spread, Wilfred watched as Nina grieved deeply, her love for Nash evident in every tear she shed. No matter how much effort Wilfred put in, he could never truly step into her heart. He wanted Nina to be happy, to smile and laugh, even if it meant enduring his own loneliness and heartache. But the ache of unspoken love weighed heavily on him, pulling him into a spiral of internal struggle.Still, Wilfred quickly suppressed his emotions. “You’ve finished your work and now have time to meddle in my personal life?” he asked coolly, his voice cutting through the room. The assistant immediately froze, understanding he had crossed a line. “I wouldn’t dare.”“Good. Focus on your tasks and stop wasting time on meaningless matters,” Wilfred replied sharply.“Ye
No one knew how much longer Pharaoh had, but the moment a child took root in Freya’s womb or an embryo successfully developed, it would bring him a small sense of peace.Freya and Micah were determined. With the hospital director, Wilfred, personally overseeing their case, there was little room for doubt or objection. The egg retrieval process was excruciatingly painful for Freya. Micah’s heart ached for her, but he had already spoken with Pharaoh, and Pharaoh silently supported the decision. Micah felt a deep sense of guilt. “Freya, I’m sorry for putting you through this. You’ve seen Dad’s condition. I just… I don’t want him to…”He couldn’t finish the sentence. Even as a rational man, defining such a moment for his own father was too difficult. Freya embraced him, her voice steady and reassuring. “You don’t need to apologize. I’m willing to do this for you, for our family.”She knew that Micah’s push for this wasn’t selfish. It was out of love and an earnest wish to ease his
“Don’t say such things! You’re not going to die!" Nina held back her tears, fearing that once they started, she wouldn’t be able to stop.Pharaoh smiled calmly. “Life and death are natural parts of the world. Everyone has to face it eventually. But I’ve been lucky. I found you, reunited with you, got to be part of your life, and even earned your forgiveness. I’ve already lived a fulfilled life.“All right, let’s eat. No more heavy talk.” Pharaoh seemed wary of his own emotions, not wanting his words to bring him to tears.“Okay,” Nina agreed, swallowing her emotions and putting on a brave face. She made sure the two children stayed close to Pharaoh, their laughter a comforting distraction.The next day around noon, Micah and Freya arrived. Seeing them, Pharaoh immediately guessed they had come at Nina’s urging.“You both came? The Yaren Tribe is so busy right now, especially during this critical development phase. Didn’t I tell you to focus on the important work first?” Pharaoh sa
“Fish stew isn’t good for you right now. You need to eat lighter meals,” Nina said, trying to balance Pharaoh’s preferences with his health.Pharaoh smiled warmly. “Lately, everything tastes like nothing. I’d really like to eat something flavorful.”Before Nina could respond, Nash placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and spoke up. “Let’s get you discharged, and once we’re home, Nina can cook it for you.”“Alright,” Pharaoh agreed, leaving Nina with no room to argue.Nash drove them home while Pharaoh held baby Scarlett in his arms. Meanwhile, Scarlett and Nina said their goodbyes at the hospital, parting ways.Once they arrived home, Nina went straight into the kitchen, and Nash joined her to help. “Dad’s not looking great,” Nash said quietly as he chopped vegetables. “If he wants to be home, let him. Whatever he wants to eat, whatever requests he has, let’s just give him that. And call your brother and tell him to come.”Nash’s words carried a weight that Nina couldn’t ign
Scarlett wasn’t swayed by Nina’s attempts to persuade her to stay, and Nina decided not to press further. After finishing lunch, Nina, Scarlett, and the children headed to the hospital to visit Pharaoh, with Nash driving them.Pharaoh had expressed a desire to move back home, but Nina firmly refused. At the hospital, his condition could be monitored around the clock, and Nina wasn’t willing to take any risks with his health. She couldn’t bear the thought of any sudden emergencies.Pharaoh’s face lit up when he saw the children. Orion clung to her grandfather, while little Gemma sat happily in his arms. Pharaoh gently pinched her cheeks, and she responded with a bright, toothy grin.“Pharaoh, am I really that invisible?” Scarlett teased, noticing how he only seemed to have eyes for the kids.Pharaoh finally turned his attention to Scarlett. “It’s been ages since I last saw you. My old eyes must be failing me. I didn’t even notice you. Sorry about that.”Scarlett smiled warmly. “Don
“The military is the military, but this is my home. Now that you’re here, there’s no way I’m letting you be treated poorly,” Nina said, holding Scarlett’s hand warmly. It had been a long time since they had seen each other, and seeing Scarlett now reminded her of Yvonne.Scarlett chuckled. “You could never treat me poorly. But I heard Pharaoh has been unwell. How is he doing?”“He’s undergoing chemotherapy,” Nina replied with a sigh. “With cancer, you never really know. Some people survive for decades, while others have only days after their diagnosis.”“I’d like to visit him,” Scarlett said. Despite everything, she felt a deep sense of gratitude toward Pharaoh. After all, he and Wilfred had trained her. Even though her past with Sawyer had been painful, it was behind her now. Everyone was trying to move forward.“Let’s eat first. I’ll take you to see him after,” Nina offered.“All right,” Scarlett agreed.Nina decided that leaving everything to the helper wasn’t enough. She
Ben looked at Jamie and asked, “Are you sure you can manage this on your own? Mom’s condition makes it hard to care for her without help. Turning her over in bed alone won’t be easy without a nurse.”Jamie’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Did you forget what I used to do? I’ve handled far worse jobs to pay for Charlie’s medical bills. Compared to that, this is nothing.”Her words tugged painfully at Ben’s heart. Jamie had carried the entire family’s burden on her own in the past, and the thought of her enduring so much made him ache.“I’m sorry… for everything before. You’ve been through so much,” he said in a low, hoarse voice.Jamie waved it off with a light laugh. “This isn’t some grand apology ceremony. Besides, haven’t we agreed to leave the past where it belongs?”Just as she finished speaking, her phone rang. It was Nina.“Come over with Charlie,” Nina said over the phone. “Gemma keeps asking about her little brother.”Nina genuinely considered Jamie a friend, and besid
Winnie gave a faint smile. “I’ve already let it go. But think about it, you’re now living a high-profile life as part of an influential family. Do you really want the media constantly digging into your past because of me?”She spoke calmly, but the weight of her words hit Jamie like a stone. Linda and Winnie were destined to live in the shadows.Jamie understood what Winnie was saying, but she also knew that no one could choose the circumstances of their birth. And she, for one, would never turn her back on her mother or her sister.“Winnie…” Jamie tried to argue, but Winnie interrupted her.“Don’t start, sis. Living a good life is the best thing you can do for both of us.“And even if I don’t leave now, I’ll have to eventually. You might be able to keep me here for a year, maybe two, but you can’t control my life forever. Right now, I just want a bit of freedom and to take Mom with me. I’ve already made up my mind, so let’s not waste time going in circles.”Jamie hesitated for a