Next to him, Diego was kneeling on the ground in a strange pose as he was held by Tyrone's subordinate. The blood from his knees was staining the ground.Diego had already suffered a gunshot wound on his shoulder just now. After this shot, the pain made his already pale face drenched in sweat. He was in so much pain that he was shaking, and he could only gasp for air as he glared at Greg.There was the sound of another gunshot.Both Diego's knees had been shot.He gritted his teeth as he was in so much pain that he was on the verge of falling unconscious.Greg gave the gun back to the bodyguard and smiled cruelly. "Now, you're the one that can't leave this forest."The air was thick with the scent of blood.Tyrone looked away indifferently and lowered his head, saying to Heather, "We'll talk after we're back."There was blood from Diego and mud on her. She was extremely filthy.Tyrone picked her up as if he didn't see any of it and was about to leave."My daughter…"Diego'
Heather had a dream. In her dream, she was floating in the water when a voice offered to teach her how to swim. Elated, she agreed. But suddenly, a powerful force pulled her under. She struggled, but the pull was relentless, dragging her deeper and deeper. Soon, the scene shifted. In front of her now was a car submerged in water. She saw a man sitting in the driver's seat through the window and his body was pale from the water. His bloodshot eyes were locked onto hers. "Why didn't you save me?" "Why didn't you save me!" "Ah!" Terror gripped Heather. She wanted to run, but the man reached out to grab her, his eyes burning with hatred. "Let go of me! Let me go!" she screamed. "Hattie, wake up. Hattie!" A familiar voice broke through the haze, attempting to wake her up. Just then, Heather's eyes snapped open. In the dim light, she saw the face of a handsome man leaning over her, his intense gaze fixed on her. Tyrone brushed the damp hair from her forehead with his
Tyrone's gaze was fixed intently on Heather. She hesitated, recalling the day she had gone to his office. Uncertainty flickered in her eyes. "Right, I went to see you that day because I had something to tell you," she blurted. Tyrone hummed in acknowledgment, his voice even. "What do you need my help with?" After everything that had happened, the frustration he once felt toward Heather had dissipated. It no longer mattered whether she genuinely cared for him or was merely using him. As long as she stayed by his side, that was enough. Stunned, Heather blinked in confusion. "I didn't want you to help me with anything. You misunderstood." The moment the words left her lips, Tyrone's expression turned cold. His gaze sharpened, and his posture stiffened. His voice, now cold, cut through the air. "Are you trying to break up again?" Heather was caught off guard. "Break up? Where did that even come from?" she thought, bewildered.Seeing her silence, Tyrone assumed his sus
Heather gazed at him, her shimmering eyes reflecting only his image, as though nothing else in the world could fit. Tyrone's stare met hers, deep and unwavering. Realizing that there was no trace of deceit or flattery in her gaze, his heart trembled. Heather, the heartless yet pretty little thing, just told him she liked him. A torrent of emotion surged through Tyrone, filling his chest so completely it felt as if it might burst. "Heather." His voice was hoarse, his eyes piercing as he spoke slowly and deliberately, "Whether you're serious or not, I'm taking it seriously." With that, he lowered his head and kissed her. This kiss was different from any he had given before—gone was the usual dominance and intensity. Instead, it was tender, a stark contrast to his usual nature. There was warmth, affection, joy, and devotion in it, all flowing into her. Heather's heart raced. Her thick lashes fluttered before she slowly closed her eyes, responding to him gently. But that
Heather was scheduled to stay in the hospital for a few days of observation. Once their earlier tensions had eased, everything between them seemed sweet and light. That morning, Tyrone held Heather on the bed while scrolling through his phone to choose a sports car. Heather, meanwhile, was watching TV and messaging Ivy. "You scared me half to death! I just found out today that the car you were in fell into the river. How did you escape if you can't swim?" Ivy asked through text.Ivy, who had been busy with a show, had only seen the news about the crash that day. The report mentioned that Tyrone had organized a large-scale search and rescue operation on the river. Curious, Ivy checked with Seth and realized that Heather and Greg were involved. Heather explained to her that Tyrone had taught her to swim and recounted the events. Ivy replied, "You really need to thank Mr. Elkin. He's truly your lifesaver." This wasn't the first time Tyrone had saved her. He had come to her ai
Tyrone remained silent as he furrowed his brow. He stared at the roses, looking clearly unwell. "I'm sorry, Ms. Seel. Tyrone is allergic to pollen. I'll take the flowers outside. Please don't be upset," Heather said as she carried the bouquet toward the door. Janine stood speechless, her frustration palpable. Watching Heather fall for Tyrone's tricks again was infuriating. Shooting a cold glare at him, Janine blurted, "You're taking advantage of her trust. How can you live with yourself?" Tyrone's gaze turned cold. "And you? Haven't you been using her trust just the same?" Janine knew Heather saw her as a friend, without any romantic interest. Yet she had taken advantage of that trust to get closer. "I warned you to keep your distance," Tyrone said, his tone frigid. "Don't make me shut down your exhibition." Janine shot back, "Is threatening people the only thing you're capable of, Tyrone?" "If power can control people, why would I need anything else?" Tyrone's expres
Heather turned to face him. Greg's gaze was sharp with scrutiny. "Tyrone really likes you." After everything that had unfolded, he finally saw it clearly. Tyrone didn't treat Heather like a mere plaything, as he had once assumed. If that were true, Tyrone wouldn't have gone to such lengths to find her. Heather's eyes flickered before she offered a faint smile. "Yes, he likes me." Greg found her smile infuriating. "So what? He still chose Janine. You fool. What are you so proud of?" he sneered. Heather hadn't planned on engaging with him, but his words made her scoff. "He chose Janine to save me. He knew you'd throw whoever he picked off that balcony." Greg's expression darkened instantly at her statement. "Tyrone outplayed you, Greg. You're no match for him," Heather commented. Greg's lips thinned into a tight line, his face growing darker with each passing second. It was clear that he realized it too. Narrowing his eyes, he stared at Heather. "Even if Tyrone cares
Greg's hatred for Tyrone ran deep, etched into his very bones. Without evidence from that fateful year, nothing would change his mind. As Heather exited the room, she encountered Janine, who had just emerged from her ward. "Ms. Seel, are you done with your conversation?" she asked. Janine's expression shifted as she took Heather's arm. "Hattie, have you considered what I told you?"Heather hesitated, then shook her head gently. "Ms. Seel, I appreciate your concern, but I'm not leaving." Janine's face grew serious. "Hattie, being with Tyrone is dangerous. You need to think about yourself—" "I understand," Heather interrupted, her smile both gentle and resolute. "But I won't leave him." She couldn't abandon Tyrone. Besides, Winnie and Selena had yet to face justice. There was no way she could walk away now. Seeing that Heather had made up her mind, Janine frowned. With a sigh, she remarked, "Alright, I respect your decision. I'll be leaving tomorrow. Can I have a hug?"