"Alright," Caleb agreed. "Choose the best psychologist you can find to treat Heather," Tyrone instructed. "Mr. Elkin, isn't Ms. Sutton already recovering? Why do we need another psychologist?" Tyrone narrowed his eyes and glared at Caleb. "Just because she's awake doesn't mean her psychological wounds have healed. If she encounters another trigger, who knows what might happen?" Caleb was taken aback. It was clear that Tyrone was determined to ensure Heather's complete recovery, leaving nothing to chance. As they spoke, Heather's graceful figure appeared outside the car window. She opened the door and slid into the seat. "Why is your hair down?" Tyrone asked, his gaze sharpening. With a faint smile, she replied, "The hairpin fell out." Heather had been recovering well. Her complexion was radiant and her figure was more attractive, despite being a bit thinner than before. Tyrone pulled her onto his lap and handed her a folder. "We've found the man who attacked you th
The man's target that night was Heather, but he failed. Instead, another middle-aged woman died. Since then, he had been in hiding, constantly feeling like someone was watching him. He planned to move to a new location tomorrow, but to his shock, Heather had found him first. On the night of the incident, Heather hadn't seen the masked man's face, but she recognized those cold eyes. He was the killer. "Surprised to see me?" Heather's voice was cold and steady. A flash of malice crossed the man's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. "I must've mistaken you for someone else. I don't know who you are." He tried to shut the door after speaking, but Heather's hand shot out and blocked it. Her piercing gaze pinned him in place. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't have proof you tried to kill me. Pretending not to know me now is a bit late, don't you think?" The man's expression shifted and he narrowed his eyes. "If you've got evidence, why not go to the police and ha
The socialite gathering was attended not only by heiresses but also by actresses and popular influencers. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement. "Selena, can we visit the Franconia Vineyard your husband gifted you?" one of the socialites asked. "Thanks to you, we're able to taste such exquisite wine. Compared to what we're drinking tonight, everything else we've had before seems lacking." Another added, "Selena, you're so lucky! Your husband is not only handsome, but he’s also so good to you. I'm envious!" A group of elegantly dressed socialites surrounded Selena, showering her with flattery. "We'll enjoy wine from my vineyard for tonight. I'll organize another gathering soon, and we can all visit together," Selena said. She was dressed in a customized gown, holding a glass of wine with poise while basking in the adoration. But the truth was far less glamorous. Craig had filed for divorce, and the vineyard wasn't a gift from him but an apology from the Simpson family. D
"Ms. Huntington, I'm sorry. I came to clean the room. I didn't know anyone was inside. My apologies," the room attendant said apologetically. "Leave. I don't need any interruptions here," Selena replied coldly. "Understood, Ms. Huntington." With that, the room attendant pushed the cart out hastily, leaving the room in silence. A few seconds later, Selena's voice cut through the stillness. "Heather is supposed to be out of her mind. Uncle Ty brought in countless doctors, but none could cure her. You must have mistaken her for someone else." Had Tyrone really sought out so many doctors for her? Heather was taken aback upon hearing Selena's words. Tyrone had never mentioned this to her. Hidden in the bathroom, Heather quietly pulled out her phone, turned on the recorder, and placed it near the door. "I don't know where you got the news that she's gone crazy," the man continued. "She seemed perfectly normal! She even knew I was working under orders. She's given me until
Craig had always been drawn to girls like Heather, who was serene and pure. "Hattie…" he thought. Suddenly, Craig noticed a familiar figure in the distance. At first, he thought his eyes were deceiving him, but when he realized it was Heather, he ignored Evelyn and hurried toward her. "Hattie!" Craig grabbed her arm, his eyes filled with concern as he scanned her face. "What are you doing here? Are you feeling better now?" During the days Heather had been unwell, Ivy had called him repeatedly, berating him for what had happened. Craig was fully aware of Heather's condition. But now, seeing her clear, bright eyes, fully alert, he knew she had recovered. Relief and guilt were evident in his voice as he spoke. "Hattie, I'm so sorry. I had no idea Jay would kidnap you." "Where's Selena?" Heather's voice was calm. "Why are you looking for her?" Craig was taken aback at her question, a sense of unease creeping in. They had never been close, so why was she suddenly seeking S
The crimson red wine soaked Selena's evening gown. It looked as if her gown was bloodstained. Selena looked extremely embarrassed.Everyone was shocked by the scene. Evelyn looked stunned. Her face flushed with anger as she looked at Heather and chided, "You shameless woman! How dare you humiliate my daughter-in-law! Who gave you the audacity? You have no respect for us at all!"Craig was also shocked. After all, Selena was his wife, and he couldn't just stand by. He took off his suit and wrapped Selena in it, frowning as he looked at Heather."Hattie, whatever happened, let's sit down and talk it through. Please don't act this way," he said."What else is there to say? Craig, if you are still my son, then get someone to kick this woman out! Right now!"Evelyn wished she could slap Heather."Craig..." Selena's body trembled. Her voice sounded pitiful.Heather let go of the wine bottle, and it fell to the ground. The glass shattered everywhere.She didn't look at anyone else.
Heather smiled and said mockingly, "I never said you two met today, so why did you mention that it was today?"Selena was dumbfounded.She was eager to prove that Heather's recording was fake, but she accidentally slipped up."I didn't mean to... I just... spoke too quickly..."Selena desperately tried to find an excuse for herself, but she couldn't come up with a convincing excuse."Selena! You bitch! You actually wanted to harm me!"At that moment, a man's angry roar was suddenly heard.Several bodyguards dragged the man up to the top floor. The man's eyes were filled with resentment, as if he wanted to kill Selena. "You terrible woman! You tricked me into going back and waiting for the money, just to buy yourself time and have me killed! You heartless woman, I won't let you off the hook!"Several policemen appeared and approached Selena. "Ms. Huntington, we now suspect you are involved in a murder case. Here is your arrest warrant. Please cooperate and come with us for furth
"I'm fine," Heather said in a flat tone. "If there's nothing else, I'll get going..."Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly felt a familiar suffocating atmosphere in the air.Heather subconsciously turned around and indeed saw Tyrone walking toward them from a few meters away. His gaze was as cold as ice.Heather was worried. If Tyrone saw her with Craig, he would probably explode in anger again.Craig also noticed Tyrone, and his expression darkened.With only a few meters between them, Tyrone quickly reached her. Heather smiled. "What are you... Ah!"Tyrone suddenly swept her up in his arms. Heather, who was taken aback, instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and asked, "What are you doing?""Who hurt your leg?"Heather was momentarily stunned, looking down at her leg.She saw several bloody wounds on her leg, most likely cut by glass when she dropped the wine bottle.She hadn't noticed it until now. No wonder she felt a slight pain in her leg while wal