As the evening twilight casts its shadowy blanket over the Davis mansion, a restless energy pervades the air. Lily, weary from a long day of navigating the intricate webs of deception that permeate the household, takes a moment to reflect in the solitude of her room. With a determined sigh, Lily rises from her reverie, her mind set on confronting the tangled web of deception. She walks out of her room, her steps deliberate and purposeful, her gaze focused on the route to the kitchen. Stepping into the warmth and hustle of the kitchen, Lily greets the kindly Miss Owen, her face a welcome beacon of familiarity in this uncertain sea.
"Good evening, Miss Owen," Lily says with a weary smile. "How are things tonight?" "As busy as ever," Miss Owen responds with a tired chuckle, wiping her hands on her apron. "The cook's got the dinner all prepared, if you're hungry. Though I do hope you're not working too hard, Miss Lily." Lily shakes her head, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Lily takes a seat at the large wooden table in the center of the kitchen, a group of maids bustling about as they prepare the evening's meals. The scent of roasted meats and freshly baked bread fills the air, a comforting reminder of simpler times. "Thank you for your concern, Miss Owen," Lily replies, her shoulders relaxing as she accepts a bowl of steaming stew from one of the maids."Oh, thank you, Marie," Lily says, nodding her thanks as the maid sets down a glass of juice next to her meal. As Marie slips away, Lily's eyes meet those of Miss Owen. "So," Lily begins, her tone serious and inquisitive. "Have you noticed anything unusual around here lately? Any odd behavior from the other staff, perhaps?" Miss Owen, her voice a soft murmur, offers an explanation to Lily. "The staff is on edge because the young madam will be arriving soon, Miss Lily. She can be quite demanding, and it takes a lot of work to prepare for her visit." Lily, her eyes fixed on Miss Owen, considers this new information. "That makes sense, I suppose," she says, her tone thoughtful and measured. Miss Owen, her tone gentle and reassuring, attempts to ease Lily's concerns. "Oh, Miss Lily, don't worry too much about the young madam. She can be a bit rough around the edges, but she's actually very sweet once she gets comfortable with you." Lily, her expression softening slightly, nods her understanding. "Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to give her a chance, would it? After all, everyone deserves a second chance, even a difficult young madam." Miss Owen smiles, a hint of warmth entering her gaze. As Lily finished her meal, she found herself becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Her skin felt hot to the touch, a light sheen of perspiration breaking out on her forehead. "I'm feeling quite warm," Lily said, fanning herself with her napkin. "And a bit dizzy, too." Miss Owen, concern etched into her features, stepped closer to Lily. "Oh dear, are you alright, Miss Lily?" she asked, her voice a gentle lilt of worry. "Maybe you should sit down for a while, catch your breath." Lily, her head spinning and her heart racing, nods in agreement and carefully sits down on the nearest chair. "Thank you, Miss Owen," she says, her voice a bit breathless. "I'm not quite sure what's come over me. It was so sudden." Miss Owen, her eyes searching Lily's face for signs of illness, gently pats Lily's hand. "Maybe it's just a touch of the heat," she suggested, her voice a soft murmur of reassurance. "Let's get you some water, and you can rest for a bit. Miss Owen, a worried look crossing her face, hands Lily a glass of water, her brow furrowed in concern. "Miss Lily, your face is becoming quite flushed," she says, her voice betraying her anxiety. "Could you be having an allergic reaction to something? Have you eaten anything unusual recently?" Lily, still struggling to catch her breath, shakes her head, a look of confusion and fear dancing across her features. "I don't think so, Miss Owen. I haven't eaten anything out of the ordinary." Miss Owen, her concern mounting, takes Lily's hand in hers, a gesture of comfort and reassurance. "Maybe it's nothing, Miss Lily," she says, her voice gentle but firm. "Let's just take this one step at a time. How are you feeling now? Any better or worse?" Lily, her body racked with shivers, closes her eyes, trying to assess her condition. "I'm still a bit dizzy," she admits, her voice trembling. "But I don't feel like I'm going to pass out or anything. Miss Owen, her mind racing with possibilities, gives Lily some gentle guidance. "Miss Lily, I think it might be best if you retired to your room for the evening," she says, her voice calm and reassuring. "I'll let Mr. Davis know that you're not feeling well. It's better to rest and see how you feel in the morning. Do you think you can make it to your room?" Lily, her head still spinning, nods weakly in agreement. "Yes, I can manage," she says, her voice a whisper. Miss Owen, her arm wrapped around Lily's waist for support, helps Lily make her way to her room. The pair move slowly through the corridors of the mansion, the heavy silence deepening their sense of isolation. As they reach Lily's door, Miss Owen helps her to the bed, carefully removing her shoes and tucking her in. "Rest now, Miss Lily," she whispers, brushing a strand of hair from Lily's forehead. "I'll check on you in the morning, first thing. You're going to be okay." Lily, her body sinking into the softness of her bed, murmurs her thanks to Miss Owen. "Thank you, Miss Owen," she says, her eyes fluttering closed. "You're very kind. I'm sure it's nothing." Miss Owen, her hand still resting on Lily's, smiles gently. "You just rest, Miss Lily," she says, her voice soothing. "I'll let you know if anything changes. Good night." With that, Miss Owen quietly slips from the room, leaving Lily to drift off into a fitful sleep. Few hours later that evening, as Greg consumes his dinner, his gaze cold and calculating, Miss Owen approaches him hesitantly, a worried expression on her face. "Mr. Davis," she begins, her voice quivering slightly. "Miss Lily is not feeling well tonight. I wanted to inform you of the situation." Greg, unfazed by the news, looks up from his plate, his expression stoic and detached. "So she's ill?" he asks, his tone emotionless. "Very well. Have the doctor examine her in the morning." Miss Owen, her heart heavy with concern, nods in agreement. "Yes, Mr. Davis. I will see to it that the doctor examines Miss Lily first thing tomorrow," she replies, her voice still tinged with worry. Greg, unimpressed by the emotional display, returns to his dinner, dismissing Miss Owen with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Now, if that's all," he says, his tone matter-of-fact. "I'd like to enjoy my meal in peace." Miss Owen, subdued by Greg's lack of concern, withdraws from the dining room, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. Left alone with his thoughts, Greg turns his attention back to his dinner. Greg, finished with his meal, strides confidently into the mansion's bar, his gait exuding power and authority. With the rest of the household long since retired, he is the undisputed king of this domain, and he carries himself with all the arrogance and swagger that one would expect from such a position. Settling into a plush leather chair, Greg pours himself a generous measure of whisky, the amber liquid catching the light as he swirls it in the glass. The click of his phone screen punctuates the silence as he browses the headlines of the day. As Greg slouches back into the depths of the leather chair, his brow furrowed and his hand pressed against his forehead in frustration, he seems to retreat inward, lost in the labyrinth of his own thoughts. Down the shadowy hallway,Cherry's spy silently approaches Lily's door. Clutched in her hand is a small steel cup. With a deft movement, the spy drops the cup on the floor, the metal hitting the hardwood with a loud clatter. The noise echoes through the quiet mansion, but the spy quickly retreats into the darkness, disappearing down the corridor like a ghost. Inside her room, Lily's eyes flutter open at the sound, confusion and fear gripping her heart. Still groggy from sleep, Lily staggers to her feet, her head spinning as she makes her way toward the door. Each step is a struggle, her vision blurry and unstable as the room seems to tilt and sway around her. But something about the sudden noise has her senses on high alert, her instincts screaming at her to investigate. She reaches the door, her hand shaking slightly as she fumbles with the knob. Slowly, she turns it, the hinges creaking as she pushes it open, her body poised for whatever danger may await her. Lily, her voice quavering, calls out into the hallway. "Who's there?" she asks, her heart pounding in her chest. "Is someone there?" But the corridor remains silent, seemingly swallowing her words. Lily takes a hesitant step forward, her eyes straining to pierce the shadows. "Hello?" she tries again, her voice growing louder, more insistent. Still, there is no response, only the unsettling stillness of the night. With each step, Lily's thirst intensifies, her mouth dry and parched as she makes her way down the corridor. "I need water," she murmurs to herself, her voice raspy and weak. "I have to find some water." As she rounds the corner, however, Lily finds herself not in the kitchen but in the dimly-lit bar. A bottle of whisky stands on the counter, its amber liquid glinting under her blurry gaze. "Water," she whispers, her eyes fixed on the bottle. "I need water." Lily's gaze lingers on the bottle for what feels like an eternity, her mind a whirlpool of confusion and thirst. Her hand, shaking with fatigue, reaches for the bottle, its cool glass a beacon in the darkness. She lifts it to her lips, and as the fiery liquid burns its way down Lily's throat, she begins to cough uncontrollably, her body convulsing as her lungs struggle for air. "Oh god," she gasps, her hands gripping the edge of the bar for support as her vision blurs and her chest tightens. "I can't breathe...I can't breathe!" Panic sets in as she struggles to inhale, As the sound of Lily's hacking cough reverberates through the mansion, Greg reacts with a sudden burst of energy, his feet moving as if propelled by a shot of adrenaline. "Who's there?" he calls out, his voice demanding and sharp, his eyes scanning the shadowy corners of the bar for signs of an intruder. With quick, purposeful steps, he moves towards the direction of the sound, his body tensed and alert as he prepares to confront whoever—or whatever—is responsible for disturbing his peace. But as he reaches the source of the sound, Greg finds not an intruder but a familiar face, one filled with pain and confusion. swiftly crossing the distance between them he knelt beside her, his hand coming to rest on her back. "Breathe, Lily," he whispers, his voice gentle yet firm as he pats her back, his movements rhythmic and reassuring. "Just breathe. You're going to be okay." As Greg watches over Lily, he can't help but notice the sudden change in her appearance. What was once a flushed and fevered countenance has now become a pale shade of pink, the beads of sweat that had once peppered her brow now glistening across her skin like morning dew on a summer day. "Lily?" he whispers, his voice catching in his throat as he realizes the gravity of the situation. "Lily, can you hear me?" The silence that meets his question is deafening, the tension mounting with each passing second as he anxiously waits for her to respond. His concern mounting with every passing second, Greg cups Lily's face in his hands, his fingers gently brushing against her sweat-soaked skin as he searches for signs of life. "Lily," Greg repeats, his voice filled with both relief and worry as her eyelids flutter open, But as she meets his gaze, her words, repeated like a mantra, send a chill down his spine. "I'm hot," she murmurs, her voice hoarse and breathless. "I'm so hot, Greg." He frowns, confusion clouding his features as he tries to make sense of her symptoms. As the haze of confusion swirls around him, Greg's mind races to find a logical explanation for Lily's condition. He scans her body, his eyes lingering on the pyjamas that cling to her, painting a stark picture of her discomfort. "Lily," he says, his voice now firm as he tries to rouse her from the fog of fever. "I need you to focus. How long have you been feeling like this? Can you tell me what happened?" Lily, her body trembling with chills, struggles to form a coherent response. As Greg tries to soothe her, Lily's body is overcome with the feverish heat, her hands fumbling to free herself from the damp, clinging fabric of her pyjamas. "I'm hot," she repeats, her voice breaking with each labored breath. "I need to get out of these clothes." In a desperate attempt to cool her skin, she begins to tug at the fabric, her body twisting and writhing as she struggles to remove her clothing. As Lily's fevered fingers claw at the fabric of her pyjamas, Greg's gaze is drawn to the tantalizing vision unfolding before him. The thin material peels away from her skin, revealing glimpses of her curves, flushed and glistening in the candlelight. Her movements, though frantic, are sensual in nature, a primal display of need that sets Greg's heart racing. He feels a tension building within him, a struggle between his protective instincts and his desire. "Lily," he whispers, his voice a mixture of concern and longing. "Please, calm down. Heedless of the ache in his arms and the thumping of his heart, Greg sweeps Lily into his embrace, her sweat-slick body pressing against him as he carries her towards the stairs.With an almost supernatural grace, Greg glides up the stairs, Lily's slight form cradled in his arms as if she weighed nothing at all. Her body, damp with perspiration, clings to him, her breath a whispered promise of intimacy as they move towards his room. Each step is a delicate dance, his muscles straining not from the effort of lifting her, but from the restraint it takes to keep his hands from tracing the curves of her body, the heat of her skin searing into him with every second that passes.In the hushed quiet of his private chamber, Greg cradled Lily's feverish body in his arms, the muted glow of the moonlight reflecting off the walls as he carried her inside.Lily, her mind still shrouded in a haze of fever, was barely aware of her surroundings, her body limp and unresponsive as Greg laid her gently on his bed."Lily," Greg murmured, his voice an intimate caress in the stillness of the room. As Greg settled Lily on the bed, her fevered mind continued to tug at her pyjamas, her hands a flurry of frenetic activity."I'm hot," she moaned, her voice a mantra of discomfort. "I'm so hot."With each pull and tug, her body twisted and writhed, the thin fabric of her clothes yielding to her movements, revealing glimpses of her curves and the smooth skin beneath. "Lily," Greg rasped, his voice rough with desire as his gaze lingered on her form. "Please, calm down. Greg's hand, as if with a mind of its own, hovered above Lily's body, poised to offer comfort and restraint in
The rising sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as Greg rose from his bed, the dream still haunting him.He moved through the morning routine in a daze, his mind wrestling with the realization that, in the heat of his fevered imagination, he had allowed himself to cross a line that he had sworn he never would.As he slipped from his room, his movements quiet and stealthy, Greg could feel the weight of his actions bearing down on him. With each step, he felt the distance between himself and the forbidden dream widening, yet the memory of it refused to be forgotten.The early morning air was crisp and cool, a stark contrast to the fevered heat of the night before. Greg pulled his coat tightly around himself as he made his way down the winding driveway, the sounds of the rustling leaves around him drowning out the racing thoughts in his head.The world outside his window was a blur of greens and browns, the towering trees and winding roads a familiar yet u
The bright morning sun streamed through the windows of Greg's office, reflecting off the sleek, metallic surfaces of the state-of-the-art technology that filled the room. His company, Tech-Odyssey, was renowned for its superior privacy security, which had been labeled as "unhackable" by experts in the field.Greg prided himself on the reputation of his company, knowing that the tech world depended on the confidentiality of information in this digital age. Greg's mind drifted as he reflected on the success of his company. Tech-Odyssey had become the leading technology company in the country, thanks to his relentless determination and a drive to excel that surpassed all others.He thought of the countless hours spent coding and debugging, the sleepless nights spent hunched over his desk, and the countless rejections he'd faced along the way. But all those hardships had been worth it in the end. Tech-Odyssey was a symbol of his hard work and dedication, a legacy that woul
Weeks passed, and Lily's condition improved enough for her to be discharged from the hospital. During her stay, Cherry had made a concerted effort to spend time with Lily, often visiting her in the hospital with gifts and well wishes. That particular Saturday morning, the mansion was buzzing with activity as the staff went about their usual duties. Amidst the hustle and bustle, Greg appeared, descending the stairs in a vision of perfection.Clad in a white polo shirt that hugged his muscular frame and dark jeans that accentuated his tall, lean figure, Greg moved with the grace of a Greek god. His hair was slicked back, impeccably styled to complement the chiseled lines of his face, and his expression exuded an air of confidence that seemed almost superhuman. As Greg strode across the foyer, heads turned to watch him, his presence commanding and magnetic. With a regal bearing and a swagger that hinted at his power, he crossed the room with an effortless stride, each step punctuated b
In the shadows of the hallway, Cherry stood, her body still as a statue as she listened to the conversation between Greg and Lily, rage simmering just beneath the surface of her calm exterior. As she listened to Greg's parting words to Lily, her hands balled into fists, her nails digging into the flesh of her palms as she fought to contain her anger. She stepped back further into the shadows, disappearing from view as Greg walks out. "That little rat," Cherry hissed, her voice low and venomous as she seethed with fury. Cherry's thoughts swirled with plans for retribution, her mind churning with ideas for revenge. She would make Lily regret the day she ever crossed her, of that much she was sure. Her jaw clenched tight, her lips pressed into a thin line as she plotted her next move, her eyes dark with malice as she walked towards Lily's room. Cherry stood outside Lily's door, her breath coming in rapid bursts as she steadied herself. With a sharp rap of her knuckles, she kno
A few days had passed since Cherry's conversation with Lily, and the younger woman had done her best to follow Cherry's advice. She kept her distance from Greg, treating him politely but professionally whenever they crossed paths. However, Lily couldn't help but feel a growing uneasiness in the pit of her stomach. Something about Cherry's story didn't sit right with her, and she found herself questioning whether everything the older woman had told her was true. As Greg observed Lily's increasing reluctance to interact with him, he furrowed his brows. Her once-warm smile and easy conversation had become distant and guarded. Yet, his feelings for her were persistent, no longer quelled by her evasiveness. Determined to form a connection with her, he resolved to uncover the root of her behavior and rectify it. Greg’s voice rang out, echoing in the corridor. "Butler James!" he called out. A figure materialized from the shadows, stepping into the light with the grace and poise of a
A new week begins, bringing with it a fresh wave of challenges and opportunities for Lily. As she starts her preparations for the business trip with Greg, the veil of mystery thickens around her, deepening the cracks in her trust. Yet, the allure of the unknown draws her forward, like a siren's song that cannot be ignored. But even as she packs her bags and readies herself for the journey, her mind is plagued with doubts, like shadows lurking in the corners of her thoughts. Will this trip bring her closer to her dreams, or will it lead her deeper into the heart of deception? Lily sat on the edge of her bed, lost in her thoughts. "How will this trip be for me?" she whispered to herself, a hint of anxiety creeping into her voice. "After all I've been through, can I really trust Greg or Cherry?" She closed her eyes, picturing her parents, the ones she had lost so tragically. "They always wanted me to have a successful life," she mused, a single tear tracing its way down her cheek.
As the days ticked by, Cherry's anger only intensified, her scheme taking root in the shadows. Sleepless nights were spent consumed by her thirst for revenge.The day of the flight arrived, and Cherry put on a convincing performance, bidding a seemingly innocent farewell to Lily. With her clandestine flight booked, she made her way to the airport, a sinister grin plastered on her face.Boarding the plane, Cherry couldn't help but bask in her own cleverness. "Lily won't see this one coming," she thought, her lips curling into a menacing smile. "This trip will be anything but peaceful."As the plane ascended, Cherry leaned back in her seat, her eyes narrowing with wicked delight. The wheels were in motion, and her plan was unfolding as intended. Little did Lily know that the coming days would be marred by chaos and destruction, all orchestrated by Cherry's bitter thirst for vengeance.Seated in a corner of the plane, Cherry wore a disguise to avoid being recognized as she observed Lily
Desperation filled the air as Greg and Lily racked their brains for a way to diffuse the volatile situation. They knew that every second counted and that Megan's rage was a ticking time bomb.Greg, summoning every ounce of courage he possessed, decided to appeal to Megan's humanity. "Megan," he began, his voice steady despite the fear coursing through his veins, "I can't begin to imagine the pain you've experienced. Losing a child is a tragedy no parent should ever face."Lily, taking Greg's lead, added, "Your son's life was taken too soon, but taking Sophia's life won't bring him back. It will only cause more suffering, more pain."Lily, her eyes locked on Sophia's terrified face, continued, "Please, Megan, think about what you're doing. This isn't the way to honor your son's memory."A sudden, chilling laughter broke through the silence as Megan regained her composure. "You almost had me there," she said with a smirk. "I almost fell for your tricks, Greg. But you knew how much it hu
The next day, Mason and Greg remained at Lily's side in the hospital, the tension between them thick and bitter. Mason had been furious upon learning of the accident, blaming Greg for putting Lily in harm's way. Despite their differences, both men shared a profound concern for Lily's well-being.As Lily stirred from her slumber, her memories, once lost and scattered, began to flood her mind. She winced in pain, clutching her head as the fragmented pieces of her past began to fall into place. In a panic, Greg and Mason rushed to her side, their concern mounting as Lily's condition seemed to worsen.Mason quickly left the room to alert the doctor, and as he did so, Lily passed out, her head coming to rest on Greg's shoulder. The doctor, upon arrival, carefully examined Lily and advised that further tests be conducted as soon as she regained consciousness.With Mason temporarily away on a client briefing, Greg remained at Lily's side, steadfast in his dedication to her recovery. As the h
The drive to Theresa's apartment was heavy with silence, the weight of their shared purpose hanging between them. As they pulled up outside the building, Greg and Lily exchanged a brief glance before stepping out of the car, their faces set with determination.They made their way to Theresa's door, and Greg reached out, knocking firmly. Moments later, Theresa opened the door, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the sight of Greg and Lily standing together."Greg, Lily," she said, forcing a smile and attempting to maintain her facade of kindness. "It seems you two have patched things up. I'm happy for you both."Greg stared at Theresa, his eyes cold and unflinching. "To think someone would have actually fallen for your pretense," he said, his voice heavy with disgust.Lily remained silent, her gaze fixed on Theresa as she awaited the woman's response."Do what?" Theresa asked, her eyes darting nervously between Greg and Lily as she attempted to maintain her innocence."Why did
Few days later, Lily and Mason made their way to the hypnotherapist's office for their scheduled appointment. However, as they approached the building, they couldn't help but notice that something seemed amiss. The windows were shuttered, and a "Closed" sign hung prominently on the door.Exchanging a worried glance, they ventured inside, only to find the waiting room empty and the office in disarray. Files were scattered across the floor, and the furniture was in disarray, as if someone had left in a hurry.Apprehension growing, Lily and Mason sought out the building manager, who informed them that the hypnotherapist had abruptly packed her belongings and fled the country. The cryptic nature of her departure left Lily and Mason with more questions than answers, and a gnawing suspicion that something was seriously wrong."This can't be a coincidence," Lily murmured, her eyes scanning the chaotic scene before them. "Someone didn't want us to continue these sessions."Mason nodded in agr
"You're back?" Louis finally broke the silence, his voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and concern.Riona nodded in response, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes, I brought Sophia for a short stay with her dad."As Louis studied Riona, he couldn't help but notice a change in her demeanor. The once vibrant and outgoing woman now seemed troubled and distant, as if something heavy weighed upon her heart."It's been a while," Louis said softly, trying to bridge the gap between them. He hesitated before asking, "How have you been?"Before he could finish his question, Riona cut him off abruptly. "I should rest up; I'm a bit tired from the long flight." Her words were clipped, and her tone seemed to suggest that she was eager to end the conversation.Without another word, Riona turned and walked away, her steps echoing in the now silent room. Louis watched her retreat, a sense of unease settling in his chest as he pondered the growing distance between them. It was clear that Riona was avo
In Theresa's apartment, her assistant entered and informed her that Lily had returned to town. The assistant happened to be a spy that Theresa had planted in Greg's team to keep tabs on his daily activities and report back to her.Upon hearing the news, Theresa was taken aback. She stood up, shock evident on her face. "She's back? Where? Did you see them together?"The assistant replied, "No, ma'am. They didn't meet, but Lily is in charge of the new mall construction in town."Theresa's expression grew calculating as she processed the information. She then asked, "Did they make contact? Did they talk?""No, ma'am," the assistant said, maintaining an obedient stance.With a dismissive wave of her hand, Theresa said, "You're dismissed for today. Make sure not to miss out on any details from now on."As the assistant left the room, Theresa's expression darkened, a hint of malice in her eyes. "Now, what is that bitch after?" she muttered to herself. "I guess I have to escort Greg everywhe
As Lily and Mason made their way out of the cozy café, Lily's foot caught on an uneven tile, causing her to stumble forward. Before she could hit the ground, a pair of strong hands grabbed her by the shoulders, steadying her. She looked up to thank her rescuer and found herself staring into a familiar pair of eyes – it was Greg, her ex-boyfriend.Lily's heart skipped a beat as she took in his appearance. Time had been kind to Greg, and he looked as handsome as ever. Her mind raced with a thousand thoughts and emotions, but she managed to compose herself enough to utter a meek, "Thank you."Greg smiled, his eyes filled with concern and a hint of nostalgia. "You're welcome, Lily. Are you alright?"Lily nodded, her gaze shifting to Mason, who stood beside her with a look of surprise on his face. She quickly regained her composure, remembering that Greg was a part of her past, not her present. "I'm fine, thanks. Mason stepped forward, placing a supportive hand on Lily's shoulder. "We sho
A year had passed since Lily left Oakside, returning with her mother to rebuild her life. The time away had given her a chance to heal, reflect, and grow. Although the scars from her past remained, she found solace in focusing on her career and spending time with her family.Lily took charge of the family business with the help of her elder sister Elisa, who Lily had once believed to be her cousin. They reconnected and worked together, while their parents retired and stayed home. Lily had become a changed person – no longer as cheerful as she used to be. She now entered the company wearing luxurious attire from head to toe, reminiscent of her past life. She was back to a life of luxury, as her mother Carla had visited the foster family who had taken her in after the incident and generously compensated them for their care. Lily was now her own boss, determined not to let anyone bring her down again.On the other hand, Greg had returned to his usual cold demeanor. Theresa decided to sta
Greg arrived at Carla's apartment, his heart pounding in his chest. He knocked on the door, and Carla opened it, her face cold and unwelcoming. "What do you want?" she asked.Greg pleaded, "Please, is Lily with you? I need to talk to her."Carla, protective of her daughter, replied, "She doesn't want to talk to you."Greg begged, "Please, just a minute."Lily emerged from inside the apartment, her arms crossed. She asked, "What do you want, Greg?"Greg replied, desperation in his voice, "Let's talk things out. Please don't leave like this."Lily scoffed, "What's there to talk about? The damage has been done."Greg cut in, "Lily, I love you, and I'd never hurt you. Please let me explain."Lily's annoyance was evident as she said, "I don't need your explanations. Just leave me alone. You don't deserve my love, Greg."Before turning to go back inside, Lily warned him, "I don't ever want to see you again, or I'll call the police and report you for stalking." With that, she stormed back in