Quincy glanced at Nash once more. "Nina said it is on the left side of the walk-in closet. You can ask the helper to find."Nash furrowed his brows. "What about the overcoat? The one that's camel-colored?""That coat is hanging in the wardrobe," Nina added."No need for a sweater, I'll wear a suit. Find the blue striped tie," Nash instructed.Nina frowned. "Which blue tie are you referring to? We have several.""The one with vertical stripes.""It's in the twenty-eighth slot of the tie box," Nina promptly replied, anticipating Nash's next question.To avoid further inquiries, Nina decided to provide all the details. "Mr. York, all your suits and shirts, except those at the dry cleaner's, are in the wardrobe and easily accessible for the helper. As for the winter clothes, they're neatly stored in the walk-in closet. I've organized them by category, making it easy for the helper to find. The ties are also sorted and stored in separate compartments, with each tie color-coded. There
"Thank you," Quincy said politely, glancing at Nash. He felt relieved as he noticed Nash's softened expression.Originally, Nina had planned to have dinner with her parents, but now it seemed unlikely.Nina approached her mother, Julia, who was making her bed, and said, "Mom, I need to go out for a while. I won't be able to join you and Dad for dinner."Julia looked up. "Is something wrong?""It's work-related," Nina replied.Julia came closer to Nina. "Nina, if you want to change jobs, we can do that. There are plenty of good jobs out there."Julia was also concerned about Nina's well-being. If she and Nash divorced, it would be awkward for Nina to stay with him."I understand, Mom," Nina acknowledged.Nina had also been pondering on the same topic. If she and Nash divorced, she couldn't stay with him.It was time to let go.Leaving her home, Nina returned to the York residence.There, the helper still respectfully addressed her as "Madam."Everything seemed normal, as if
Seeing Linda’s gesture, even if her marriage with Nash fell apart, this bed was still where she slept. She didn't like others touching it. As she reached out, she grabbed Linda’s hand. "Do you know which one it is?"Linda paused, deeming the question trivial. "It's just a sweater; I can handle it."If Nina could handle it, so could she. Nina maintained a stoic expression. "If you wish to occupy this position, it depends on whether you're capable." She glanced at the sizable bed. "Nash has very specific preferences. Even with something as simple as a sweater, he will specify whether it should be white or black. If he doesn't like it... it will be disastrous.""Don't try to intimidate me!" Linda didn't believe her. Last time Nina warned her, it was simply to deter her. "It's cold now, and Nash only wants warm clothing. There wouldn't be so many demands."Linda proceeded to open the wardrobe directly. The clothes inside were neatly organized, easily visible. She promptly selected a th
Usually, Nina appeared distant and indifferent, rarely showing anger. Even when Linda pushed her boundaries, Nina remained distant, speaking only when necessary.It was only when Nina was pushed to her breaking point that Linda dared to be so bold.Linda even believed that Nina had no standing in the York family, considering herself superior, which gave her the confidence to try to dominate Nina. However, when Nina suddenly exploded and struck her, Linda felt somewhat lost. With Nash still in the hospital room, she couldn't argue with Nina and had to show weakness. With reddened eyes, she could only meekly say, "I... didn't mean to."Of course, Nina saw through her tactics, understanding that Linda was trying to put on a performance for others.Nina no longer wanted to tolerate this behavior. In the end, it was pointless, and others might perceive her as afraid.She continued, "Just a moment ago, you accused me of scheming against you. You are too self-centered. Take a good look a
"I brought this for you," Nina said, removing it from the bag. "Is this the one?"Nash was initially unhappy, but upon seeing that she took it and didn't give it to another woman, his expression softened slightly. However, he couldn't help but question, "If you took it, why did you still let her come over?"Nina looked at Linda. "Ask her if she insisted on coming over, despite my advice. I won't take the blame for this."Nash's gaze returned to Linda. At first, Linda had hoped to show weakness, hoping that Nash would pity her. But as soon as she saw his expression, she knew something was wrong and cautiously said, "I... I just wanted to take care of you, to show you that I care. I'm sorry, it was my fault. I didn't understand clearly. I promise I'll listen next time. I won't do it again."Nash's eyes turned icy. "Get out."This was the first time Nash had treated Linda so coldly, a complete contrast to the man she had chatted with in the villa before. He had even shown sympathy an
"How could I not worry? You're hospitalized. You can't scare me like last time!" Miranda's voice trembled as tears streamed down her face. "I don't want to see you lying in a hospital bed again. It keeps me up at night. You are more important than filming. I would rather be by your side than shoot any movie."As she spoke, Nash suddenly remembered a serious injury he had suffered before, one that almost cost him his life. It was Miranda who saved him. In response, Nash said, "That won't happen again."Miranda still felt worried, her teary eyes fixed on him. "You promised me before that you wouldn't let yourself get hurt again because you don't want to see me sad. Don't punish me with your body!"He had once teetered on the brink of death.During that time, Miranda had stayed by his side for seven days and nights, hardly closing her eyes.As a result, whenever he got injured afterward, Miranda couldn't sleep all night. Even a small wound cast a shadow over her. She feared he might
"Ruby, you’re talking too much,” Miranda interrupted, then turned to Nash and said, "I'm fine."Nash glanced over and noticed that her ankle was red. He called out, "Quincy, take her to see a doctor.""Okay, Mr. York,” Quincy responded, walking over.Miranda said, "There's no need to see a doctor. It's just a minor injury. A little cooling spray will do. We often get injured on set, much worse than this. Quincy, could you buy me some medicine?"Quincy looked at Nash, waiting for his response.Nash calmly said, "Go get the medicine.""Yes, Mr. York,” Quincy replied before hurrying out.Even after all this time apart, Miranda still missed him. She restrained herself partly for the sake of her career and partly out of resentment towards him for embarrassing her with Nina. But this visit proved to be useful; at least Nash still remembered her kindness. It put her mind at ease.Miranda took the knife and began peeling an apple for him. "You got hurt and didn't even bother to call me
She turned off the car engine and waited for Miranda to approach.Miranda, holding the food she brought, smirked coldly. "Why didn't you come inside? Feeling uncomfortable seeing Nash and me chatting?"Nina turned to face Miranda. "Is there something you need?" she asked, meeting Miranda's gaze as she approached."You haven't answered my question yet," Miranda replied.Nina withdrew her gaze and calmly stated, "You know, there's this feeling of pretending to have something when you actually have nothing. The more you flaunt, the less you gain." She knew Miranda was trying to mock her, probably just to flaunt in front of her. Miranda's expression turned cold, clearly disliking Nina's composed demeanor."You're pretending to be unaffected, but deep down, you're hurting. No matter how far apart Nash and I are, he still has a place for me in his heart."You know very well that he established the entertainment company for me. When I expressed my interest in acting, he immediately ar
Ben would never believe the truth, and his mother would never allow Charlie’s existence. Instead of creating chaos and an irreparable fallout, Jamie chose to keep it hidden. She thought that once Ben’s anger subsided, he would eventually let her go.“Even if you figure out who the father is, what difference does it make?” Jamie met Ben’s intense gaze calmly. “We’ve already said everything that needed to be said. Can’t we stop making each other’s lives miserable?”"Your mother offered so much money. Why wouldn’t I take it? I’m not a fool. I gave you up for one million before. After these past four years, do you really think there’s any love left between us? Do you honestly expect me to cry and beg for you?”Jamie’s voice was steady as she stared calmly at Ben. She had been scared at first, but over time, she had come to terms with her reality. Ben wasn’t going to kill her. And as long as she stayed alive, there would eventually come a day when he’d let her go. Right now, his anger wa
The next second, there was only silence on the phone.Ben sent the phone number to his assistant. “Investigate thoroughly.”A thought suddenly struck him. He couldn't let Jamie continue to roam freely outside.*Four days later, Ben's mother came to visit. “You refuse to take over the family business, and now you're going against me by keeping Jamie around again?”Ben didn’t respond, but her anger only grew. “Ben, you’ve seen for yourself what kind of person Jamie is. Why are you still so obsessed with her? The fiancée I arranged for you is far better than the one you’ve chosen!”The Larson family was also one of the prominent families in Birkham. While the Lucas and Larson families couldn’t rival the York family, the Lucas family still held its position as the second most influential family in the city. On top of that, they were relatives of the Scott Lucas. Even Scott, who had initially resisted marriage, eventually followed his parents’ wishes and entered into a family
Jamie closed her eyes briefly, sinking further into despair. She didn’t even notice when Ben had left the room. Her thoughts were scattered, her mind drifting in and out of focus.Though she wanted to leave the hospital, she was constantly watched, making it impossible. By afternoon, a nurse came in to change her dressing.Jamie glanced up absentmindedly. “It’s fine. I don’t need it.”“This is under Dr. Lawson’s direct orders,” the nurse replied gently but firmly. “I can’t afford to cut corners. Since you’re still admitted, please cooperate.”Jamie lifted her gaze slightly, her tone subdued. “I’d like to get some fresh air.”“Of course, once we’re done changing your dressing, I can take you outside. Just make sure not to strain your muscles,” the nurse said patiently.The weather was exceptionally pleasant that day. As she sat in the wheelchair outside, Jamie made several calls to Winnie. The phone was still off, as if Winnie had made up her mind to disappear completely from her
“You're the patient, and I'm the doctor. Taking care of you is my job,” Jay said with a light smile, handing her the utensils. “Go ahead, try it.”Jamie was indeed hungry. She hadn’t felt like eating, but she couldn’t refuse his gesture. Besides, she needed to regain her strength quickly if she hoped to find Charlie. She picked up the utensils and was just about to take a bite when footsteps sounded outside the room. The door swung open, revealing Ben. His expression darkened instantly, his face stormy as he took in the scene before him. “So, Dr. Lawson, is this how you treat all your patients, or is this a special case?” Ben’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “Just giving an old classmate some extra care. What’s the harm in that?” Jay replied, his words laced with subtle defiance. The room's atmosphere froze, tension thick in the air. Ben’s sharp gaze flickered between Jamie and Jay before finally settling on Jamie’s pale face, his expression unreadable. Jamie, sensing th
“Wake up, Charlie.” Winnie held him tightly, panic overwhelming her. She wanted to take him away, not harm him! Just then, the sound of a car pulling up broke through the darkness. Footsteps approached, slow and deliberate. A tall man emerged from the shadows and stopped in front of her. Tears streaming down her face, Winnie looked up. The man’s sharp, angular features were obscured by the dim light, adding to his air of mystery. But she immediately recognized him. It was the same man who had told her the truth about Jack Green being Ben Lucas. Winnie glared at him with fierce determination. “Why are you here? Are you happy now that things have come to this?” “You foolish woman, do you think being deceived feels any better?” the mysterious man sneered. “The truth is nothing but a bloody wound. I’d rather…” Winnie’s voice faltered, unable to continue. “Stop lying to yourself,” the man said with a slight shake of his head. “What do you want?” Winnie asked
Jamie couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath. “Stop pretending.” Ben's harsh words cut through the air, as cold and unrelenting as ever. Jamie couldn’t straighten up for a long moment. She gritted her teeth, determined to ignore the pain radiating from her wound, spreading like fire through her body. Sweat dripped from her forehead onto the pale hospital bed, leaving tiny dark stains. “I don’t need to play games with you,” she said finally, her voice frail but resolute. “It wouldn’t work, and I don’t want to. I just want my child back.” Ben’s sharp gaze faltered for a moment before he replied in a cold tone, “Focus on recovering first.” With that, he turned and left the room. Jamie slumped against the edge of the bed, exhausted and broken. *Meanwhile, Winnie drove aimlessly, following random road signs, unaware of where she was heading. The road grew increasingly desolate, with the sun sinking below the horizon and barely a soul in sight. “Where are we, Aunt
Perhaps due to her injuries, Jamie couldn’t muster much strength, and her resistance felt as feeble as a kitten pawing at someone.Jay gently guided her back to the hospital bed. While examining her injuries, his expression turned serious. “All these years, I’ve attended every class reunion, but I’ve never seen you. Did you move abroad?” Jamie shook her head slightly. “Life’s been messy. Nothing worth mentioning.” “If there’s anything troubling you, tell me. Maybe this old classmate can help,” Jay said softly, his eyes full of concern. Though time had barely left its mark on her face, her eyes carried a deep weariness, dulling the radiance she once had. It was clear she had endured more than her fair share of hardships over the years. Jamie remained silent for a moment before shaking her head again. “I’m fine, Jay.” Instinctively, he asked, “So, did you become a lawyer?” The question hit her like a sharp sting. Her lips trembled for a second before she forced a weak
Jamie bit her lip tightly, her face pale as paper from blood loss. A mocking smile played on her lips. “Don’t worry, Ben. I know my place. How could someone like me possibly hurt someone like you?” Ben felt a heavy weight settle in his chest, as if a boulder had lodged itself there. It was neither something he could expel nor swallow. His dark, piercing eyes glinted with cold, unrelenting anger. “Jamie, you never fail to impress me,” he said, his voice dripping with icy sarcasm. Mrs. Lucas, watching their verbal sparring with satisfaction, chimed in, her tone sharp. “This woman would throw you away for the smallest gain. Why waste your energy on her?” “Enough,” Ben snapped, his voice even and calm, though his gaze burned with quiet fury. It was as if the exchange hadn’t phased him at all. “No need to give her any more money. She’s not worth it.” His cold, piercing stare lingered on Jamie, making her breath hitch. Mrs. Lucas couldn’t contain her glee. “Good. Now that yo
Jamie forced herself to swallow the rising pain in her chest. If cutting Ben off completely was the only way to make him give up, then so be it.A million dollars...For Ben, whether as the alias "Jack Green" or as his true self, money had never been an issue. His mother had made sure he never lacked anything. However, Jamie’s single remark, sharp and calculated, cut straight to the heart of their relationship. It reduced everything they had shared to something insignificant and transactional.Ben’s expression turned grim, his dark eyes filled with anguish and anger. “Jamie, if you needed money, you could’ve just asked me. Winning me over would’ve gotten you more than a million. Was it really worth it?”There was a deep sadness in his voice, almost as if he was pleading for her to lie to him, just to make him feel wanted. Jamie could feel the weight of his words, the memories of his kindness clawing at her heart. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say a word,