Geoffrey looked intently at his ex-wife. After a long time, he went to the couch and sat down with his legs crossed, looking ever so relaxed and laid-back."You should know why I did what I did, shouldn't you?""She told the truth, which angered you. I didn't expect you to be so petty and unreceptive to truth coming from even your very own daughter."Geoffrey's brows furrowed as anger burned in his chest.He smirked. "Xyla, you should know this. If she weren't my daughter, do you really think she'd still be alive and well enough to complain to you? It's precisely because she's my daughter that she is still well and alive right now."Xyla shook with anger. "Do you mean to say that she should in fact be grateful that you didn't kill her?""She's my daughter, but we're also divorced. Whatever I do, no one has the right to comment. What does Yvonne know? You've thoroughly spoiled her and made her a princess with a quick temper.""Haha…" Xyla laughed. "I spoiled Vonnie? Or should I r
Night fell as rain poured down to the earth. Raindrops fell like silver streaks across the dark sky.In the quiet room, Theodore stood by the window, staring at the raindrops trickling down the glass as melancholy overwhelmed him.Under the dim lighting, his handsome face looked even more charming amidst the rain.His eyes were deep and incisive, like a gemstone glittering in the night sky, reflecting the endless pain and sorrow he was feeling with sharp clarity.His brows were slightly furrowed, as if in deep thought. He felt just like a profound riddle that was difficult to solve, as if countless secrets lay underneath those eyes of his.He stood tall and towering, as resilient as a mountain, and exuding an air of authority with his imposing figure.Yet, sorrow shone in his eyes, clouding his features with a layer of melancholy and gloom. It felt as though he found solace in the quiet, rainy night.He held a photograph in his hand, a picture of Rosalie's smiling face. She was
"Theo, no, no!"Please, no! Theo, where are you?"No!" Rosalie's eyes flew open, but all she could see was an unfamiliar, quiet room.Her heart raced as she sat up swiftly, beads of sweat rolling down her temple. Lingering fear shone in her eyes.She had a bad dream in which Theodore…died.In her dream, he kept staring at her with resentment in his eyes right before he died, as if she had done something gravely wrong.How could it be? He was probably…doing well right now, and probably had completely forgotten about her.He refused to see her or even call or text her.He didn't want their baby.That man was heartless! Why should she be thinking about him every day, even to the point of dreaming about him at night?Rosalie turned her head to look outside the window. The sun was already shining brightly.The city was stirring awake. The morning sunlight streamed in through the curtains and shone into the room, warming it up gently.The door suddenly opened with a bang as Seb
Breakfast was a feast that Sebastian prepared himself. He was helping Rosalie with her confinement, and was doing a very meticulous job with it. He was constantly worried about her catching a cold or getting hungry.Rosalie had thought that the real challenge came after childbirth, since taking care of an infant was no easy task. The baby would be crying all the time, and she would have to coax it to sleep and change his diaper.Rosalie was fully prepared to lose sleep over taking care of her baby. She didn't even care about preserving her image and appearing disheveled in front of others.What she didn't expect was to not have many chances to do all she was prepared to do. Each time the baby cried, Sebastian would immediately rush to the infant room to carry the baby and put him back to sleep. Rosalie didn't have much breastmilk, and her milk alone wasn't sufficient for the baby. As such, they used formula milk to supplement the baby's feedings. Each time Sebastian prepared the
Theodore laid on the hospital bed with a hollow look in his eyes.He had asked himself countless times why he was still alive.Why was he in the hospital when he opened his eyes?He was the only one living in that house, with no servants on duty.He was all alone, surrounded by a pile of wine bottles, fully intending to drink to his death. He was all prepared to welcome death, and even thought he saw the grim reaper waving his hands at him. Yet, when he next opened his eyes, he found himself in the hospital.It was dark and silent in the ward. The air felt as though it was frozen, the silence deafening.Theodore looked out the window, and saw a weak ray of sunshine peeking shyly through the curtains. It was as bashful as a young lover, but he could still feel the warmth on his cheeks.Unfortunately, this ray of sunshine wasn't enough to resist the gloom in his heart. All it did was to trace the outline of his emaciated and haggard face.He hated the sunshine.The door to the
Theodore remained silent, so Sydney went on, "Theo, I've told you to feel free to tell me anything that's on your mind. Don't keep it to yourself, please?""I need some rest. Can you leave me?"He didn't want to say anything at all right now.Sydney was very worried he would do something foolish again, so she didn't dare to leave."Theo, if you want to contact Rose, I can help you with that."She felt terrible about the entire situation. Theodore was probably in this state right now because he missed Rosalie too much.Her original intent had been for Theodore to stop getting involved with Rosalie, since it would clearly go nowhere and both of them would just be in pain.Theodore smirked. "Mom, you didn't let us see each other before. Now, you've changed your mind. Are you scared that I'll die?"Theodore's sarcasm made Sydney feel awful. "Theo, can you please not say that? Let's talk things through, okay?""What do you want to talk about?"Sydney was stunned at Theodore's word
Theodore's words were sharp and incisive. "Now you're trying to act all devoted? You refuse to even give me a bit of peace, and you're still trying to pretend to be a benevolent father? Don't you find yourself annoying?""Theo, don't talk to me like that, okay?" Wesley was starting to get angry."How else do you want me to talk to you? Do you expect me to agree with what you said and go along with it?""Theo, I just want to see you pull yourself together.""Whether I pull myself together or not is none of your business! Take care of your own matters before coming to lecture me. Things between you and Mom are in such a terrible state. You have no right to lecture me in the first place.""You…" Wesley felt furious and awkward at the same time, with his own son exposing the helplessness he was feeling in the depths of his heart.Each time Theodore mentioned his relationship with Sydney, he found himself unable to refute his son.He himself didn't even understand these principles
Theodore felt a terrible pain in his chest."That damned burglar! He should have just focused on stealing things instead of being a busybody."Suddenly, someone knocked on the ward door. Theodore furrowed his brows, feeling beyond frustrated.The knocking continued. Theodore pulled the sheets over his head.The person outside the ward seemed worried that Theodore might do something foolish and opened the door and barged in.The moment the door was opened, Theodore grabbed the table lamp by the bed and flung it at the door. He roared, "Get out!"A woman shrieked, "Ahh!"Aurora could feel a sharp pain on her forehead. She stumbled and crashed on the floor as blood dripped from her forehead.When Theodore realized it was Aurora, he immediately sat up on the bed and was about to get out of it. However, his stomach suddenly churned. The pain made him collapse on the floor."Mr. Spencer!" Aurora struggled to crawl up from the floor and dashed toward Theodore. She bent over to help