Rosalie sobbed uncontrollably while she drove. She didn't know how long she had been driving when a sudden wave of nausea hit her. She stopped the car by the road and hurried out of it.It was only then that she realized she had driven to the edge of a river. The area was desolate, with no one in sight, and she had no idea where she was.Rosalie crouched by the river, dry heaving.The thought of Theodore and Aurora's intimacy made her feel sick. She knew she shouldn't feel this way, but she couldn't control herself.They could never meet at the right time. As it turned out, Theodore didn't even know they had a child. Today, she had planned to tell him, only to learn that Aurora was pregnant with his child.It seemed like every time they were about to discuss something important, they were interrupted or stopped by something else. It was as if the world didn't want them to be together.First there was Cynthia, and now there was Aurora. There would always be women around Theodore.
Rosalie collapsed on the ground, trembling all over. Beads of hot sweat slid down her forehead, and her face was as white as a sheet."I have money! Name your price, as long as you let me go! You can take as much as you want!"At this moment, survival was her only concern—nothing else mattered.One of the men crouched down and pinched her face with a malicious grin. "Pretty lady, how much money do you have to buy us off?""I can give you however much you want!" Rosalie's eyes widened in fear as she trembled. "I have a lot of money—diamonds, gold bars, cash! Whatever you want, I can give it to you!""How generous this beautiful woman is." The man's grubby hand squeezed her face, then roughly tore open her blouse, revealing the lingerie beneath.The men burst into laughter. "Nice body. Real spicy.""Ah!" Rosalie screamed. Her hands were pinned to the ground, and she was unable to move. All she could do was beg in terror, "Please let me go! I'll give you the money. You can have as
Suddenly, Vincent shot forward like a cheetah, moving with lightning speed.His movements were swift and agile. His punches and kicks rained down like a storm, precise and deadly.Before the group could react, half of them had already been knocked to the ground by Vincent.Gunfire and the sounds of fighting echoed through the air.Vincent's attacks were incredibly fierce, each strike filled with lethal precision, as if he were dancing with swords in the dark, the glint of blades flashing with deadly intent.His footwork was exceptionally nimble. He darted through the crowd like a phantom, easily avoiding their attacks. His sharp eyes seemed to cut through the darkness, exposing every weakness of his opponents.The scene descended into chaos. Rosalie attempted to escape, but no matter which direction she turned, she was blocked by the fighting men. She could only retreat, and in the end, she found herself back where she started.The scene was extremely dangerous, and one misstep c
Vincent's eyes flashed with sharpness as he flipped Rosalie to the ground, narrowly dodging the bullet.He quickly rose from the ground and rushed toward the shooter. He then kicked him to the ground and grabbed a gun.Bang, bang, bang!The sound of gunfire filled the air until the magazine was empty and all the attackers lay on the ground, silent.Vincent stood with the gun in hand, his tall figure swaying unsteadily. Blood churned inside him and continuously flowed out.Just as he was about to collapse, Rosalie rushed over and caught him in her arms.Her trembling hands pressed against the gunshot wound, but with the injuries on both his shoulder and back, she couldn't stop the bleeding. She was at a loss, unsure of what to do."Why worry? I won't die." A mocking smile appeared on Vincent's face. "Looks like you'll have to pay me double, or I'll have to kill you right now."Hearing his harsh words, Rosalie didn't get angry. She didn't care about what he said, only what he had
"Your car is over there. Take everything out of it and drive it into the river."Rosalie understood the severity of the situation. If she didn't do as he said, she might get dragged into this, and the police would eventually find out what happened here. This man was rather meticulous.Rosalie got out of the car.Her movements were swift. She took her phone and wallet from the car, then started the engine and put it into slow gear. Immediately after, she got out of the car.The car slowly rolled toward the river and eventually disappeared.By the river, there was a warning sign indicating that the water was deep and swimming was prohibited, with consequences at one's own risk.After completing all of this, Rosalie got back into the SUV, sat in the driver's seat, and fastened her seatbelt."Go straight for about 1.2 miles and then make a right," the man instructed."Got it." Rosalie glanced in the rearview mirror. The man was lying in the back seat, covered in blood. She was de
After much effort, Rosalie finally climbed off him. She was clutching her collar tightly, feeling somewhat at a loss.Vincent pointed to a room. "Go find yourself some clothes."Rosalie followed the direction of his finger and walked into the room. There was a large wardrobe inside. She opened it to find it filled with men's clothing, each piece far too large for her.She picked out a white shirt, then took off her clothes and slipped the shirt on. His shirt was enormous, making her look like she was a child in an adult's clothes.After changing, Rosalie returned to the couch in the living room.Vincent gave her a once-over, his gaze lingering on her for a long time. His eyes revealed a complex emotion, as if he were seeing another person through her.That girl had also worn his clothes.Rosalie looked down at the oversized shirt on her and said softly, "Thank you for the shirt."Vincent averted his gaze, a trace of sorrow passing through his eyes."How's your wound? You need
The man's breathing grew heavier and rougher.Rosalie summoned her courage to face his injury, watching as he used tweezers to pull a bullet from his chest and then toss it into a nearby dish. He tilted his head back and let out a long breath.Then, he used the tweezers to remove the shards from his wound. After that, he picked up a bottle of hydrogen peroxide to rinse his wound, but his hands were trembling.Rosalie took the hydrogen peroxide from him. "Let me handle it. I'll help you."Vincent let his hands fall to his side, not stopping her.Rosalie carefully rinsed his wound with hydrogen peroxide. As if afraid of causing him pain, she blew gently on his injury while cleaning it.Noticing her actions, a playful smile flickered in Vincent's eyes.After she finished rinsing his wound with hydrogen peroxide, she followed up with a saline solution to clean the residue. Next, she disinfected the area with iodine and bandaged the wound.There was still a bullet lodged in his shou
Rosalie struggled to help him onto the bed in the room and lay him down."Woman… What's your name?" he asked weakly, his breath faint."My name is Rosalie Young.""Rosalie...Young…" he repeated her name, his breathing growing weaker, and slowly closed his eyes.Seeing him fall asleep, Rosalie reached out to feel his forehead for temperature.She turned and noticed a bathroom in the room. She tiptoed over. After a while, Rosalie emerged with a basin filled with warm water and a towel.Rosalie wrung out the towel and gently wiped the blood off Vincent's body.He had many scars—some deep, some shallow, some long, and some short, along with a few resembling gunshot wounds.He must get hurt often. What exactly did he do? Was he involved with gangs as well? But he seemed different from typically ruthless characters.Rosalie washed the towel several times, the water in the basin turning red. She poured it out and replaced it with a fresh basin of water.Rosalie changed the water fou
Wesley looked at Yerick, who was kneeling on the ground, and his heart ached.He painfully closed his eyes, wanting to say something, but he couldn't bring himself to speak the words at the tip of his tongue."Mom, why did you die without telling me who my father is? Were you afraid I would hate him? I did hate him, but now I'm all alone. How I wish I could find my real father. Even though I'd be angry at him, I think I would forgive him, as long as…as long as he's willing to accept me as his son."Wesley opened his eyes, a flicker of hope flashing in his gaze. Finally, he released the emotions he had been holding back. "Yerry, I'm your father."Yerick turned to look at Wesley, his eyes wide with shock. "What did you say?"Wesley crouched down, knelt on one knee, and held Yerick's hand tightly. "I am your biological father. I'm sorry for only telling you now, Yerry.""You're my biological father? Why… Why you? You're my godfather!" Yerick's expression was one of disbelief."Yerry, tha
Yerick drove, taking Wesley away from the house.It was only then that Wesley realized the place Yerick had brought him to was desolate, with only a small house in sight. The area was so remote that there were no streetlights."Yerry, why did you buy a house here?" Wesley asked."It's quiet. I like it," Yerick replied."It's quiet, alright, but it's so isolated and with no shops nearby. Did you live here before?" Wesley asked."Godfather, this is just a place I come to when I want to clear my head. Plus, with a car, it's easy to go anywhere," Yerick explained.They had been driving for about ten minutes, but through the car window, Wesley still hadn't seen any other residents. It felt eerily silent.After a while, the car came to a stop. There were lights here now, but they didn't seem like public streetlights."Godfather, let's get out. My mom is just ahead."Wesley got out of the car, and the two of them, holding flowers, walked down a small path in front of them.Wesley looked aroun
After Theodore calmed down, he looked up and said toward the door, "Someone, come in."The bodyguard walked in. "Mr. Spencer, how can I assist you?""Contact my father and tell him I have urgent matters to discuss. Ask him to come over.""Understood."The bodyguard immediately went out to make the call. After a while, he returned, saying, "Mr. Theodore, I couldn't reach Mr. Wesley. His phone is turned off.""Can't reach him?"The bodyguard nodded. "Yes. His phone is switched off.""Keep trying. Call the company, call his home. We need to find him."Theodore suddenly had an ominous premonition.-Wesley slowly opened his eyes, smelling a faint floral fragrance.He sat up from the bed and turned his head to see a diffuser nearby. It was letting off a swirling mist. Feeling a bit dizzy, and he glanced at the unfamiliar surroundings.He got out of bed. Where was this place?Just then, the door opened, and Yerick walked in. "Godfather, you're awake.""Yerry, where are we? Didn't we just hav
"You make it sound so easy. How do you know Sebastian wouldn't do such a thing? Do you know what he did to me? He tried to kill me several times! Do you think he will treat my son any better?"Theodore shoved him away and staggered.Justin quickly supported him, saying, "I know Sebastian isn't a good person, but this child isn't just yours. It's also Rose's. He loves Rose very much. He wants to be with her, so he wouldn't be stupid enough to harm Steve.""What if…""What if he really harms Steve?" Justin immediately said. "Don't worry. I'll tear Sebastian to pieces if that happens, and I'll give my life for it!""Give your life for it?" Theodore scoffed, "Do you think you can handle that?"Justin helped Theodore back onto the bed. "Just watch the video first."Justin turned to leave."Where are you going?" Theodore immediately asked.Justin paused at the door and turned back, saying, "I'm going to bring Steve to you.""Wait a moment." Theodore called out to him."What is it now? If you
Loving someone was inherently painful, especially when one didn't realize one's feelings at the start. It was only after losing the person that one woke up to the truth, but by then, the loss was final and irreversible.Things had already happened, and no amount of pain could bring back what was lost."Justin, what are you still doing here? Are you here to watch me suffer? Get out! Go! Tell Rose I will settle this with her. I'm not done with her. I will fight for custody. Steve is my child. I will take him home!"Theodore's heart was filled with hatred."I'm looking for Rose too, but I can't find her. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to you," Justin replied.Theodore froze. "What did you say?""Do you really think I came here to show off? I came because Rose's gone. If I could find her, I wouldn't have come to you. I tried to reach you before, but you were in surgery. Now that you're awake, I need you to get your emotions in check. What I'm about to tell you is even bigger than the fact
If the mysterious pregnancy and DNA test reports still left him with some doubts, hearing Justin's words in person—that Steve was indeed his son—completely erased any lingering suspicion. What replaced it was an overwhelming pain.Theodore had once wondered what it would be like if Steve were his son. He had even wondered if Steve could possibly be his son.However, thinking back to everything that had happened between him and Rosalie, he became afraid. He was afraid that if he thought too much about it, he might just be deluding himself. What would he do then?After all, when they met in Melrine, he had seen Rosalie, Sebastian, and Steve eating together at a restaurant. Theodore had watched as Sebastian and Steve interacted like father and son. His first instinct was that Rosalie and Sebastian had a child together.And Rosalie hadn't denied it. She had implicitly accepted it, which led Theodore to believe that Steve was indeed Sebastian's son.Theodore thought about his interactions w
Justin's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion. He lowered his head and saw the papers that had fallen at his feet. He bent down and picked them up.Upon seeing the contents, he asked in surprise, "Where did you get this from?""You're asking me?" Theodore sneered. "Justin, are you the one behind this? Are you deliberately causing trouble by sending these things in Rose's name?"The more Justin listened, the more confused he became. Suddenly, he noticed an envelope on the nightstand. He picked it up and, upon seeing the sender's name, glanced back at the report in his hand."This definitely wasn't sent by Rose.""Not sent by her? Then where is she now? I can't get through to her phone. Tell her I need to see her. I want to talk to her, especially about Steve. I need to know if he's Sebastian's child or mine. I want to do the paternity test myself!"Whether the contents of the mail were true or not, Theodore was determined to investigate this matter personally. He had always assumed St
Theodore thought he was dreaming.His hands were trembling as he held the documents. He repeatedly examined the pregnancy test report and the DNA test report.The result showed that Steve was his biological son.What on earth was going on?The pregnancy test report was from a year and a half ago, but the DNA test report was from just a week ago.How could this be?"Mr. Spencer, are you alright?" The assistant noticed Theodore's abnormal behavior and was somewhat concerned. He didn't dare look at the contents of the documents, as this was Theodore's mail."My phone. Where's my phone?" Theodore asked."Mr. Spencer, your phone was destroyed in the car accident. I'll get you a replacement.""Wait. Give me your phone. Quickly!""Okay." The assistant immediately handed his phone to Theodore.Theodore knew Rosalie's number by heart, of course. He quickly dialed it."Sorry, the number you've dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later."Was her phone turned off?The mail showed it
But what difference did it make? Theodore felt nothing for Cynthia—at most, just guilt."Theo, I'm not asking to be with you again, but I hope that I can see you often. That's all I want. As long as I know you're alright.""I just want to be alone for a while. Please leave," Theodore replied weakly. "Can I still visit you?"After a moment of silence, Theodore said, "Maybe in a few days. I just want to be alone now.""Alright, I'll give you some space to calm down. I'll visit you again. I hope we can still be friends. Oh, by the way..." Cynthia took a small gift box from her bag and placed it on the bedside table. "This is a gift I made for you.""What's this?" Theodore asked.Cynthia opened the box to reveal a red braided bracelet."I made this for you. Can I put it on you? It'll keep you safe and bring you good health."Theodore was indifferent. "Do you really believe in this kind of thing?""Theo, whether you believe in it or not, it's still my sincere wish. I spent the whole night