It was a shame, really—Sydney had a persistent sadness about her, one that Christopher had sensed from the moment he first laid eyes on her. Though his frequent appearances at various high-profile events meant he interacted with many people, this particular encounter with Sydney had reminded him of that fleeting, striking impression."You're Theodore's mother, which makes you Rose's mother-in-law. Did you come to the hospital to see her today?"Sydney was momentarily taken aback, confusion flickering in her eyes. "How do you know that? You…""I've spoken with Rose before. She mentioned these details. I'm Christopher, Sebastian's uncle," he explained.Sydney froze, realizing that Christopher was Sebastian's uncle. This implied that Geoffrey's former wife must be related to Christopher—either as a sibling or a close relative.It made sense now why Geoffrey had been so desperate to marry that woman. The depth of the connection was undeniable, and who could resist such allure?"So,
Sydney turned her head. "Is there something else?""Leave me a phone number."Sydney was momentarily taken aback."You're the bank president. We'll have opportunities to be in touch. Just leave me your number," Christopher said.His tone wasn't exactly negotiable, but it didn't carry any hint of coercion—just an authoritative presence that was hard to refuse.Sydney, accustomed to dealing with various executives—some sleazy, some superficial, and others who abused their power—found Christopher's dignified and courteous demeanor refreshing and rare. What struck her even more was how Christopher, despite his status, was waiting for a parking spot like an ordinary person. Most people in his position would have simply called ahead to secure one, but he was waiting in line like anyone else.She fished out her business card from her bag, and handed it to him respectfully.Christopher accepted it, saying, "I'll be in touch."Sydney offered a polite smile before exiting the vehicle.
Seeing the tenderness in Sebastian's eyes, it was clear his love for Rosalie ran deep, imprinted on his very soul. If anyone tried to separate them..."Uncle, are you here to see Rose?" Sebastian asked.Christopher nodded. "Yes, I came to check on both of you."He stepped into the hospital room. Rosalie was holding a bowl of chicken soup. When she saw Christopher, she quickly placed the soup on the table. "Uncle, you’re here.""How are you feeling?" he asked."I’m doing great," Rosalie replied with a smile. "The baby’s fine too, all thanks to Seb.""I can see that," Christopher chuckled, adding, "His face is all swollen."Hearing that, Rosalie felt a bit guilty."His injury is partly my fault," she admitted.She then explained the whole situation to Christopher, who finally understood. He had noticed Sydney seemed off when he saw her earlier. Could it have been because of Sebastian’s injury? But that didn’t fully make sense. After all, she and Sebastian didn’t have much of
As soon as Sebastian turned around, Christopher said coldly, "Sebastian, I’m serious. This isn’t up for discussion. You must divorce Rose."Sebastian stopped in his tracks. "Why?"He turned around, anger simmering on his face. "I don't understand! Even my father isn't saying anything. Why are you suddenly trying to tear me and Rose apart?""I'm doing this for your own good. You can't be together.""Why not?"Seeing Christopher fall silent, Sebastian assumed he couldn't come up with a reason."Uncle, is it because Rose is pregnant with her ex-husband's child? Do you look down on her?""No.""Then why?""Sebastian, can you tell me—have you regained your memory?"If Sebastian had his memory back, he would tell him about this. If he hadn't, they might need to take their time.Mentioning "regained memory" made Sebastian clench his fists, his palms growing sweaty."I haven't fully regained it. Most of it is still missing."Hearing this, Christopher was skeptical.The only rea
Meanwhile, Wesley was nearly losing his mind. Sydney had suddenly told him she wanted a divorce, and no matter how many times he called or texted, she didn't respond.With no other options, he had to turn to his mother."Mom, Sydney wants to divorce me. I don't know what's happening. She won't answer my calls. Please help me."As soon as Wesley entered, he grabbed his mother's hand. Rebecca was annoyed by the commotion."Okay, okay. Wesley, you're in your thirties now—can you be a little more composed?""Mom, I—"Suddenly, Wesley froze.Hearing his mother say he was in his thirties, he thought he must have misheard."Mom, how old did you say I am?""You don't even know your own age? Do you think you're still three years old?" Rebecca shook her head in exasperation. "I've told you so many times to treat Sydney better and to stop messing around with other women, but you just won't listen to me!""Mom, that was a long time ago.""A long time ago? How long has it been? Theo's
The next day…Sydney called Wesley, and said coldly, "Don't forget to meet me in front of the clerk's office today. I'll be waiting for you. If you don't show up, I'll file a lawsuit against you. I have evidence of your past infidelities."Less than an hour after hanging up the phone, the two met in front of the clerk's office.Wesley hurried over. "Sydney, what's going on? You have to give me a reason.""What other reason could there be? I don't want to be with you anymore.""But you have plenty of freedom. We don't even live together; we just see each other occasionally.""Well, I don't want that either," Sydney replied coldly. "I don't want to see your face again. I want a divorce and to cut all ties.""If I don't agree to the divorce, you really want to take me to court?""Absolutely. I will take you to court. I won't accept any more of your threats."Wesley clenched his fists, anguish washing over him, his eyes red and on the verge of tears.Sydney suddenly found it hard
Wesley and Sydney returned to Rebecca's house. As soon as they walked in, they saw the place bustling with activity; the servants were busy cleaning.Rebecca was directing them. "Move the table over there," she instructed. "That vase doesn't look good here; put it over there."With a crash, a maid accidentally knocked over a vase and started crying."Oh, dear. How could you be so careless?" Rebecca stepped forward. "You need to be more careful next time.""I'm so sorry, Madam Jarvis. I'm really sorry.""Alright, are you hurt?""No.""Then that's fine. Just clean it up and be more careful next time.""Okay, Madam Jarvis."Although Rebecca's tone was a bit stern, she didn't hold it against the maid and didn't make her pay for the vase.Seeing his mother bustling around, Wesley walked in. "Mom, what's going on?""Cleaning the house. Can't you tell?" Wesley looked around. "Why are you cleaning today?""Do I need to pick a special day to clean?" Rebecca laughed. "Wesley, wha
In the corridor outside the hospital room, Sydney watched Wesley's troubled expression.Sydney couldn't help but reassure him, "She'll be okay." Wesley let out a soft sigh. "Sydney, I'm really not lying to you. My mom really—""I know," Sydney interrupted. "I believe you now."Rebecca had fainted right in front of her, so she had no choice but to accept it.Later, the doctor performed a CT scan and MRI for Rebecca. When the results came in, the doctor pointed to the findings and told them, "The patient shows enlarged lateral ventricles and widened sulci, with clear signs of cerebral atrophy in the frontal lobe. The MRI also indicates atrophy in the hippocampal area."Although Wesley didn't fully understand the medical jargon, he could guess the implications."So my mom really has dementia?" he asked.The doctor nodded. "Based on the current results, yes."Wesley felt his body sway in the chair. With Sydney wanting a divorce and his mother having dementia, the double blow wa