Alessia dangerously narrowed her eyes.
Sisca seemed to have had enough of the drama and glanced at the time, "Alright, Mr. Marcus, I have other matters to attend to. You can discuss it slowly, and when you're done, feel free to call me."
With that, she looked at Dylan provocatively, "Dylan, it seems like your judgment of people isn't good. A problem that could be solved with just one action, she insists on pushing you onto a dead-end road."
"Shut up." Dylan was infuriated, his veins bulging, ready to strike, but was stopped by Marcus in the end.
Sisca breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Dylan being restrained, covering her chest, and said softly, "Dylan, you’re still so impulsive, it seems you haven't suffered enough yet. Mr. Marcus, your job as a manager is truly difficult."
Having taken enough advantage with her words, Sisca turned and left.
Dominic's face was etched with sharpness, looking down on Alessia with disdain. A momentary daze flashed across Alessia's cool and beautiful face. "Isn't Sisca your wife?" "Who told you that, or are you just pretending to care?" Dominic took a step forward with his long legs, his disdain deepening in his black eyes. Huh... He used the wrong words. This woman wasn't jealous; she was playing a game of cat and mouse with him. He mentioned Dylan, and she latched onto Sisca. Alessia took a step back, her brows furrowing. Sisca wasn't Mrs. Carter! That man wasn't secretly married to Sisca! He was scum, but not so much that he wouldn't give the mother of his child a status. That child wasn't Sisca's. Alessia's mind flashed with the image of
Hospital, in a single room. Sisca lay on the hospital bed, wearing a patient gown, layers of white bandages wrapped around her wrists, looking like a doll about to break at any moment. It was unclear what she was thinking, her gaze scattered, and her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest. At this moment, the door of the ward was pushed open. Sisca turned her head and saw Dominic coming in. "Dom!" A hint of surprise flashed in Sisca's eyes. She tried to sit up, but just as she lifted herself slightly, she weakly fell back down. Dominic furrowed his brow, his tone difficult to discern whether it was anger or not. "Just lie down." "Dom, I knew you cared about me. I knew you wouldn't ignore me." Sisca felt ecstatic, tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed affectionately at Dominic.
The little girl wore a pink princess dress, had fair skin, delicate and cute features. The only drawback was her small stature, but it didn't diminish her beauty in the slightest. The action of closing the door as soon as she appeared was somewhat impolite. Uncle Tom furrowed his brows, but when he saw the little girl's appearance clearly, his brows relaxed again. Such a beautiful little girl, no wonder their young master took the initiative to visit. Uncle Tom was thinking this when he saw the little girl's bright eyes fixed on their master, seeming very interested in him. It seemed that their master wasn't just liked by women; even little girls liked him. A hint of pride flashed across Uncle Tom's square face. He heard the little girl's childish voice, "Uncle, who are you looking for? My mommy isn't home. If you need anything, you can tell me."
"Son?" The man knew about Chris?! Alessia's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously glanced at her daughter behind her, furrowing her brows. The man only mentioned Chris, not Elle. He must have seen Chris's face, after all, Chris was a replica of him. Her worst fear had come true. Even though the man wielded immense power in Toronto, she wouldn't hand Chris over to him. Alessia's eyes darkened, preparing herself to confront Dominic head-on. Standing straight at the doorway, Alessia spoke firmly, "He's not just your son, he's my son too. I won't hand him over to you." "Are you trying to compete with me?" "Mr. Carter, you're mistaken. I'm not competing with you, you're competing with me," Alessia corrected firmly. As soon as she spoke, she saw Dominic sn
Bianca cleared her throat again, squinting her eyes, and proudly asked, "Can I pick a few?" "As you wish," Alessia said, curling her lips. Bianca's personality hadn't changed a bit. She was still a paper tiger who liked to put on airs, not really scary, but rather cute. After hearing Alessia's words, Bianca couldn't pretend to be calm anymore. She happily clenched her fists. "Just as I please? Then I'll pick a few!" Indeed, this Al was as generous as she liked. Bianca, excited, obviously forgot about the need to discount her fondness for Al. Eleanor stood obediently aside, and with a few words from Alessia, she almost completely won over the hypocritical Bianca. She blinked and cleverly stepped forward, grabbing Bianca's hand and leading her into the house. "Auntie, I know where Mommy's dresses are. Let me take you to pick t
At that moment, David walked in. Dominic spoke, "How is Christopher?" David replied, "Young Master is still locked in his room." Dominic sat up straight, pinching the bridge of his nose again, rare traces of self-doubt appearing. "Do you think I've done something wrong?" David paused, having just delivered the information about the former CEO's wife living across the street. After some thought, David spoke, "Mr. Carter, actually, you've been giving Miss La Rosa chances all along. When Young Master's attitude improved, you gave up on asking Miss La Rosa to leave Toronto. You've been waiting for Miss La Rosa to speak up. Unexpectedly, Miss La Rosa, thinking herself clever, moved to the opposite side and secretly contacted Young Master." Different faces in public and private settings. Encountering the CEO's bottom line,
Bianca pouted, "So, you want to use and discard me? Too bad, I've changed my mind, I don't want to leave now." This fits Miss Bianca's character very well, Alessia raised an eyebrow and glanced at Riley. Riley's gentle expression froze for a moment, the lake-like eyes also showed some changes in expression, but he quickly returned to normal, his voice still gentle, "As long as it doesn't delay your time." Some people are gentle on the surface, some are gentle at heart. Alessia felt that Riley belonged to the latter category; perhaps gentleness was just his protective color. Such people, few could penetrate their hearts, but once someone did, they would be completely open. Some people may seem willful and capricious, perhaps this is also their protective color. "You’re indeed very boring. Who wants to stay here anyway?"
"Miss La Rosa, this is a hospital. If there's a problem, find a doctor. You must not interfere!" Sisca pretended to advise, her hand reaching out to disturb Alessia. Unfortunately, before she could touch Alessia, Alessia had already seen through everything. She lifted her eyes, glaring sharply. That sharp gaze was like invisible ice blades, piercing Sisca's heart with a chill. Caught off guard, Sisca was frightened and stumbled, sitting on the ground. Finally, someone noticed the commotion, and people began to gather around. "What happened to this lady?" a nurse approached to inquire. Alessia knelt on the ground, not raising her head, continuing her actions methodically, giving instructions. "After a preliminary examination, the patient seems to have experienced cardiac arrest due to a psychological condition. Go get someone