"Steve, remember this name—Theodore. He is your enemy."-Night fell.The hospital was immersed in darkness, with starlight outside like scattered pearls glimmering over the buildings. The faint light outlined the hospital's silhouette as the moon slowly rose, casting a soft silver glow over the world.Theodore lay on the hospital's white bed with a white sheet covering him. The room was filled with the smell of disinfectant.Soft light bathed his pale face, highlighting his exhausted expression.An IV drip hung beside the bed, with a clear liquid slowly flowing into his veins.Theodore opened his eyes, his gaze wandering around the room. He sat up in bed and glanced at the IV drip bag, noticing there was still about half remaining.The door to the ward opened, and a foreign man walked in."Mr. Spencer, you're awake.""Have you found her?" Theodore asked anxiously.The man shook his head. "Not yet. We're still searching other locations."The light in Theodore's eyes dimmed, his face he
"So… How are things going with Miss Payne?" Sydney's tone carried a hint of probing.Theodore remained silent.After a moment, Sydney asked, "Theo, is something wrong?""Do you really want me to get along well with Aurora? I want you to be honest with me," Theodore said.Sydney was silent for a few seconds before she spoke. "Yes, I think she's a good match for you. Since things are over between you and Rose, why not embrace a new relationship?"A new relationship? Theodore let out a mocking laugh. "Mom, when I was with Cynthia, why didn't you approve of her like this? But now, with Aurora, you do?""Aurora is a better fit than Cynthia. Back then, I thought there was still a chance between you and Rosalie, but things are different now. Rosalie has already married Sebastian. She's moved on."Sebastian. It was always Sebastian.Theodore's heart hurt as if it were being cut by a knife. He was also furious."Let me ask you something. Were you aware of Rosalie's pregnancy all along?" Theodor
After a long silence, Sydney finally spoke. "Theodore, things have already come to this. You're a smart kid and know what's best for you. Aurora is a nice girl, and if you can find happiness with her, it wouldn't be a bad thing. Your grandmother would also be happy, seeing how similar Aurora and Rose are. As for the real Rose, just let go. Don't bother her anymore.""Shut up!" Theodore suddenly lost control and yelled at Sydney. "Stop trying to get me to give up on Rose under the guise of doing it for my own good! I'm so sick of hearing that! Are you really my mother? Why does it feel like you're Sebastian's mother instead? Every time, you seem to speak up for him. Do you think I can't tell? You even call him ‘Sebastian' so affectionately—it's disgusting! What kind of spell did he cast on you?"He never expected his mother to take sides, but he at least expected her to be fair!Yet now, he couldn't help but feel that his mother wasn't siding with Rosalie but rather with someone who ha
Sydney threw off the covers, got out of bed, and started putting on her clothes."Sweetheart, where are you going?" Geoffrey asked."I don't have time to waste with you. Geoffrey, if it weren't for your threats, I would never have let you touch me. You know perfectly well how disgusting the things you've done are. You haven't shed a single drop of blood yourself, but you manage to make everyone suffer while you sit back and reap the benefits. Truly devious. To you, Sebastian is nothing more than a tool. You've never seen him as your son!"After getting dressed, Sydney picked up her bag, ready to leave."Sydney," Geoffrey said heavily. "Sebastian is our son, and that's an unchangeable fact. I love you, too. I've already compromised this much—even if you don't divorce Wesley, it's fine. Just spend some time with me, that's all I ask. What more do you want?"Sydney turned back around, her face full of rage. "Geoffrey, I'll tell you what I want. I will free myself from you—just wait and s
It was all his fault! He should have chased after her then. He shouldn't have let her leave alone.If he had resolutely pursued her, Rosalie wouldn't have run into trouble.How could he have let her go home alone after she came to find him in the middle of the night?One moment of hesitation had led to a grave error.With a thud, Theodore knelt beside the wrecked vehicle. "I'm sorry, Rose! I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I'm a bastard… I'm such a bastard!"He had lied to her to protect his pathetic pride, causing her pain. Once again, he had abandoned her for another woman, letting her leave on her own.He finally understood why Rosalie hated him and why she was unwilling to forgive him. He was just a bastard—a thorough and utter bastard!Every time, he hurt her feelings and even abandoned her. At first, he hurt her for Cynthia, and now it was for Aurora.He truly didn't deserve her, and he never would. If Rosalie died, he wouldn't live either.-Night fell.Rosalie had no idea what V
After a long time, Rosalie finally calmed down and realized that she was still holding onto him. She quickly let go and tidied her hair, feeling somewhat embarrassed.She had just been scared out of her wits, so she had clung to him like a lifeline.Rosalie turned and pointed at the door. "I heard strange noises from below and wanted to check it out. It seemed like there was something down there. Do you want to take a look?"Vincent dismissed her concern. "There's a lot of junk piled up down there. Sometimes things fall and make noise. It's perfectly normal.""Junk falling?" Rosalie was doubtful. She turned to glance at the door again. "But it didn't sound like that. Why don't you go check it out?""If you want to go, go ahead. I'm not going," Vincent replied nonchalantly as he walked away.Since he refused to go down, Rosalie naturally didn't dare to venture down either. Moreover, this house didn't belong to her.There was nothing more she could do. Perhaps she had indeed made a mist
In the next moment, he pounced on Rosalie like a wild beast, abruptly pinning her down on the couch with his hands tightly gripping her neck.Rosalie looked at him in terror, her heart racing from the sudden attack. Her eyes widened in fright, resembling a startled deer.She struggled weakly under Vincent's oppressive hold. She wanted to cry out, but her throat was constricted, producing only a silent gasp."Let…me…"She frantically hit Vincent's chest. Breath was slowly being taken from her.Rosalie's eyes filled with despair and helplessness as she struggled with all her might, trying to break free from his grip.Vincent's gaze quickly sharpened. Upon seeing the woman before him, he fearfully loosened his hold, guilt crashing into him like a tidal wave."It's you." Frustration welled up in his eyes.Suddenly, he scooped Rosalie into his arms, holding her tightly with one hand cupping the back of her head."I'm sorry, Youngie, I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?"Rosalie's neck hurt. She op
He had indeed done something wrong, but he was not a child; he was a strong and tall man. Yet at this moment, he was helpless like a child, creating a somewhat humorous contrast.Rosalie stood up from the couch, adjusted her clothes, and walked toward the dining room.When she reached the dining table and before she could sit down, Vincent said, "Wait a moment."He then pulled out a chair for her. "Please sit."After pulling out the chair, he laid a napkin for her and poured her a glass of drink.Rosalie looked at him incredulously. "What are you doing?""Eating." After saying these two words, Vincent sat down opposite her.He avoided Rosalie's gaze, as if he were trying to hide.Rosalie made Toscanian food, which Vincent loved. He had requested her to cook it for every meal.He picked up his cutlery and helped Rosalie to some food. "Eat more."Rosalie realized he was apologizing to her. Pulling out her chair, laying the napkin, and serving her food—this was Vincent's way of saying sor