It was difficult to imagine how a five-year-old girl must have lived with her mother's dead body for so many days. How had she even survived?Even Caleb, who thought of himself as a cold-blooded man, felt bad when he heard what Heather had been through."Are you Heather's boyfriend?" Pam asked curiously as she glanced at Tyrone.She thought Heather was lucky she'd found such a rich man for a boyfriend. She could enjoy life in the future.Tyrone stayed silent for a moment and didn't answer Pam's question. He simply told Caleb to see them off. Andy and Pam left happily with the money.Tyrone lowered his head and looked at Heather, who still wore the same blank expression as she lay in his arms. His eyes showed his mixed feelings.He knew Heather wasn't a heartless woman. After all, she'd cried out to her mother when she'd fallen sick.Because of the pain, she'd avoided thinking about her mother's death after she'd recovered from her sickness and hadn't spoken about it either.Luc
"They're all watching you. Even if it's just for their sake, you have to live well!"Look at yourself now! Are you living up to their hopes? Even if it's just for their sake, you have to live well!"In Heather's silent world, a man's voice cut through like a sudden thunderclap. Live well… Live well… Amidst the profound silence, memories began to emerge in her mind. She saw her mother brushing her hair, teaching her to read, and weaving flower crowns with her. There was also Lucy, smiling warmly at her, reminding her to dress warmly and preparing her meals. These memories overlapped and fused. Just then, Heather's vacant eyes flickered, and a clear voice echoed in her mind, urging her to keep living. "Yes, I have to keep living!" she thought. Tyrone gazed down at Heather's lifeless, delicate face. Bending down to bite her lips, he murmured, "Heather, what will it take for you to wake up?" In the past few days, seeing Heather's lifeless form had only reminded him of t
Tyrone remained still, his weight pressing heavily on Heather. Seeing that he had no intention of moving, Heather felt increasingly suffocated. She raised her hand and pushed weakly against his shoulder. "Tyrone, let go of me." His gaze bore into hers. The initial surprise in his eyes gradually turned to coldness, his lips pressing into a tight line. An invisible chill seemed to settle around him, as though a storm were brewing in the tense silence. Heather sensed the shift in Tyrone's demeanor. Confused by his dark and menacing expression, she blinked and asked, "What's wrong?" Tyrone silently scoffed. What's wrong? What right did she have to question him?His eyes narrowed, and a surge of anger flared within him. He raised his fist and brought it down with a fierce slam, intimidating Heather so much that she buried her face in her hands. To her surprise, his fist slammed on the bed beside her face, landing with a deep thud. "I should never have cared whether you lived
Heather couldn't help but think that if Tyrone had punched a real person, they'd either be dead or severely crippled. She wondered what could have made him so furious. "What did you do to Mr. Elkin?" Caleb asked. "Me? How is it my fault?" Heather was genuinely confused. "Who else could it be?" Caleb replied, clearly frustrated. "Mr. Elkin has been putting off his work for days to look after you. Do you know how much money he's lost because of you? "And now you're fighting with him? After everything he's done for you, the least you could do is go and make things right!" he urged. Tyrone should have been happy to see Heather conscious, yet he was seething with anger instead.Caleb knew she must have set him off again; no one else could get under Tyrone's skin quite like she did. He thought it was absurd that she'd argued with Tyrone right after waking up. Heather, however, didn't believe it was her fault. Since regaining consciousness, she'd only uttered one thing before Ty
Heather's beautiful eyes sparkled with a charming glint as her lips curved into a sly, triumphant smile. She delighted in her little tricks, and Tyrone always fell for them. His earlier concern now seemed almost comical. Tyrone stared at her for a moment, his expression growing stoic. Abruptly releasing her ankle, he rose to his feet and started to walk away. Heather's eyes widened in surprise as she watched him leave. In a rush of panic, she lunged forward and clutched his leg. "Tyrone, don't go!" Furrowing his brows, he glanced down at Heather clinging to him. "Let go." Sitting on the floor, Heather looked up with tear-filled eyes, her gaze pleading. "Promise me you won't leave, and I'll let go." She was clueless about Tyrone's fury, but she feared that if she released her hold, he would walk away without hesitation. She was too weak to chase after him; otherwise, she wouldn't have had to feign a broken ankle just to get him to come over. Tyrone's patience was wearin
Tyrone sneered. "Heather, Craig will still pay even if you talk your way out of this. And once I'm done with him, I'll deal with you." "I heard someone say I had to keep living, no matter what. That was you, wasn't it?" she asked. Her eyes met his icy gaze with surprising calmness. "I woke up because of your words." Tyrone was taken aback and stared at her in stunned silence. Using a nearby shelf for support, Heather slowly stood up. "If you want to go after Craig, then do it. But don't blame me for it. I'm not taking the fall." Heather was exhausted and had no intention of delving further into it. She turned toward the door, seeking a place to rest. In her fatigue, she failed to notice an object on the floor and tripped, falling directly toward a weight rack. Her eyes widened in terror, and a scream escaped her lips. But before she could hit the metal rack, someone grabbed her and pulled her back into a firm embrace.Still shaken, Heather looked up at Tyrone, swallowing
Heather tilted her head back, bracing herself for Tyrone's passionate and overwhelming kiss. His kisses were always intense and commanding, as if he wanted to consume her whole. But today, something was different. There was a current of excitement mingled with an unfamiliar hint of nervousness. She couldn't quite understand why he seemed anxious. As their lips and tongues intertwined, Heather was swept up in the emotions conveyed through Tyrone's kiss. Her heart trembled with a sensation she couldn't quite name. Her long lashes fluttered, and her delicate arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as she gently returned the kiss. In the past, Heather had always been on the receiving end of their kisses. Even when she initiated them, it was only at Tyrone's demand. But this time, she was responding to him of her own accord for the first time. This small, unexpected gesture made Tyrone pause. After a moment, he tightened his grip around her waist and deepened the kiss, his
Heather hesitated before asking, "Tyrone, where is Lucy?" "Ridge Memorial Park," he replied. The mention of the memorial park crushed the faint, improbable hope Heather had been clinging to. She bit her lip and said, "I want to visit her." "Of course." "Tyrone, Lucy died in my place. That man came to kill me. I can't let her death be in vain. I need to avenge her!" Heather's eyes flashed with determination. "Alright, we'll seek justice. But first, you need to eat and regain your strength. Once you're better, you can do whatever you need to." For the past few days, Tyrone had been entirely focused on taking care of Heather, leaving him no time to investigate the situation. Now, the realization that someone had dared to harm someone he cared about ignited a fierce resolve in him. He wouldn't let them get away with it.He scooped another spoonful of soup and fed it to Heather. She ate silently, one bite after another. She was aware that she was very weak now and was in u