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
"Good point." Rebecca nodded. "It has to be up to the young people. But I think they'll agree; I know they love each other. After all, they've known each other since childhood."Mentioning this made Rebecca smile; she was clearly looking forward to it. She yawned, seeming a bit tired."Feeling sleepy? Mom, you should lie down and rest for a bit," Wesley suggested."Alright, I'll take a little nap. Getting older really takes a toll on me," Rebecca said, jokingly."You're still young, Mom! You've got decades ahead of you," Wesley reassured her."Haha," Rebecca laughed. "I'm not counting on living that long; otherwise, I'd just be an old hag!"After a few more exchanges, Rebecca settled into her hospital bed to sleep. Sydney and Wesley stepped out of the room."I'll call Theo," Sydney said, pulling out her phone."Do you think he'll pick up?" Wesley asked, recalling the message Sydney had sent him last night, assuring him Theodore was okay. Even though Sydney was considering div
Theodore looked up at Sydney, confusion in his eyes. "What's wrong, Mom?""Weren't you avoiding her? Why do you want to contact her now?" Sydney asked."That was then, this is different now. Grandma's sick, and she needs to know," Theodore insisted; though deep down, he didn't want to admit he still cared for Rosalie and wanted to see her.No matter how she treated him and how she refused to forgive him—even though she had chosen Sebastian, he couldn't help but miss her.Sydney could see through his facade. She knew he wanted to reach out to Rosalie. With Rosalie just recovering from surgery, it wouldn't be good for her or her baby to hear about Rebecca's situation.However, she couldn't tell Theodore about her pregnancy either. If Theodore found out Rosalie was pregnant or that she had undergone surgery without him knowing, it would only bring him pain.What worried her most was that if Theodore found out about Rosalie being pregnant with his baby, both her sons and Rosalie woul
Rebecca woke up, and saw Theodore entering the room. Concerned by his haggard appearance, she immediately asked, "Theo, what's wrong? Are you sick?"The pain in Theodore's chest lingered, but he forced a smile. "Grandma, I've just been really tired these past few days and haven't slept well. But I'm fine. Don't worry."Rebecca shook her head. "I've been too strict with you. You've worked so hard, and I shouldn't have scolded you like that. You're a good boy."Her demeanor softened, perhaps due to her awareness of her own condition. "Grandma, it's alright. You being strict was good for me; otherwise, I might have become a spoiled brat.""That's not true," Rebecca said. "Theo, you're a good boy. Even if I hadn't been tough on you, you wouldn't have turned out that way. You've always been ambitious and mature for your age. I know it's because you didn't have the love of both parents, and that must have hurt you."As Rebecca spoke, her emotions began to overwhelm her."Theo, if the
Wesley sighed internally. Sydney was a good woman, and she had said that comforting lie for Rebecca's sake. Yet, even knowing it was a falsehood, Wesley felt a flicker of hope rise within him. He grasped Sydney's hand, seeking warmth from her touch. If only she could show him a bit of compassion, it would make him happy for days."Really?" Rebecca beamed at the news. "Sydney, you've finally forgiven Wesley!"Sydney approached the bedside. "Yes, I've forgiven him."Rebecca's joy was short-lived, and her expression turned serious again. "I know how terrible he was. Don't force yourself to forgive him for my sake. If you truly don't want to be with him, I will fully support you.""Mom, that's not it. I want to forgive him. He knows he was wrong, and has been trying to make amends. I want to move on and live a good life," Sydney explained.Wesley watched Sydney's back silently, feeling a lump in his throat, sadness washing over him. If only it were all true! But deep down, he knew S