It was the midst of summer, a season notorious for its unexpected thunderstorms.The sudden clap of thunder sent shivers down the spines of everyone in the Quinns' household, especially given Priscilla's recent demise.Many felt that this thunderstorm was more than just a coincidence—it held an eerie significance.Outside, the wind howled, and rain poured down heavily. Seizing the opportunity to emphasize her point, Joyce declared, "You see, even the heavens can't bear to watch anymore.""Indeed, sometimes you must acknowledge the influence of supernatural forces," added another voice in agreement.Another person chimed in, "If that young lady had been out on the street just now, she might have been struck by lightning. Fortunately, the Quinns provided her shelter from the storm."Reluctantly, Lana had to admit that superstitions, at times, held a peculiar power.Amidst the thunderstorm, Joyce's words seemed to echo, convincing the ignorant bystanders that divine retribution was
"Old hag, I wasn't afraid of you when you were alive, and I'm certainly not afraid of you now that you're dead," Rosa sneered.Her face contorted with rage as she lunged at Priscilla once more, raising her hand to strangle her."You haven't seen the last of this. I'll make sure you suffer."If I could bring you down once, I can certainly do it again," Rosa hissed, her grip tightening around Priscilla's throat, causing the older woman to struggle desperately. She was on the brink of losing consciousness.At that critical moment, two tall figures suddenly descended from upstairs.Devon quickly kicked Rosa away, while the other person supported Priscilla, who was on the verge of collapsing."Grandma, are you okay?" Devon asked, his eyes filled with genuine concern.Struggling to rise from the floor, Rosa stared in shock at the person who had kicked her. "Dad, is it really you?"Romelius, who had always treated Rosa with utmost care, had unexpectedly lashed out.However, Romelius
Seeing Devon's unwavering stance, Joyce felt compelled to play the part of a sorrowful woman."Romelius, you can't just treat me like this," Joyce implored, her voice quivering as she knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face."Remember that major accident of yours? I was the one who tirelessly cared for you, day and night."Even if you no longer see us as a married couple, please have some compassion for Rosa this time. After all, I saved your life."While Joyce poured her heart out, the others in the room seemed unfazed. However, Priscilla suddenly erupted in disbelief."What? Romelius had a major accident before? Why wasn't I ever told?" she exclaimed.Romelius shot her a cold stare. "If you hadn't sent me overseas, I probably wouldn't have gotten into this mess."Somehow, I managed to come back alive. Maybe it's thanks to my parents who've long been gone. Without their protection, I doubt I'd ever have made it back to Zanteles."Priscilla was left speechless.From
In an instant, Rosa seized a paring knife from the coffee table and swiftly advanced toward Bentley, the blade poised dangerously close to his throat.The room erupted into panicked screams as people instinctively shielded their eyes from the impending horror.Just when it seemed a tragedy was inevitable, Lana, her long legs moving with swift precision, kicked Rosa, sending her sprawling to the floor.Watching Rosa sobbing uncontrollably, Lana's tone turned stern. "Even if you refuse to accept him as your biological father, he was willing to go to extreme lengths for you."If you can't appreciate his kindness, that's your choice. But how could you hurt him like this?""Why bother talking to her? She's capable of anything, even hurting Madam Priscilla. There's nothing she wouldn't do," someone else chimed in."Lana, just finish her off. Don't leave any room for escape," another urged.Lana's expression remained stoic, akin to a commuter engrossed in their phone on a subway ride.
"Why am I not allowed to speak my mind? Have you ever raised me, even for a day?" Lana questioned."If Rosa hadn't disappointed you, you probably wouldn't even acknowledge my existence, would you? I was merely born, and my mother never even got to see me before you sent me away for adoption."Can there be any semblance of a family bond between us? If there is, it must be a figment of my imagination."Let me tell you, I will never return to the Quinn family in this lifetime. There's only enmity between us and no affection whatsoever."After Lana's assertive remarks, Mandy and Romelius couldn't help but admire her audacity.However, Priscilla's face turned pale with anger. They dared not utter a word, fearing they might further enrage her."How ... how can you speak to your great-grandmother like this?" Priscilla stammered, attempting to regain control of the situation.Reasoning with Lana proved futile, so Priscilla resorted to feigning weakness, a tactic that had worked wonders
After helping Merida with her check-up, Lana was ready to head home.To her surprise, Chris shamelessly tagged along, hoping to indulge in Lana's delicious pasta.Lana, feeling generous thanks to Chris' recent good behavior, agreed to cook for him.So, Lana hopped into Chris' car, and they began their journey toward her place.Unbeknownst to her, she had forgotten about Liam, or rather, his plane waiting to take her back home.During the ride, a sudden downpour started. Lana, rarely finding moments of peace, took this opportunity to enjoy the rainy scenery.Upon reaching Lana's apartment, Chris was about to step out of the car when Lana halted him."Wait a minute ..." Lana muttered, her gaze fixed on something outside the car window.Curious, Chris followed her gaze and saw a man and a woman at the entrance of the hallway, engaged in a passionate argument.Chris recognized both of them. The man was Howard, a fallen aristocrat from Dawsbury, and the woman was someone Lana knew
A heavy silence hung in the air, extending so long that Nadia started to wonder if Howard might depart without uttering a word. Eventually, he shattered the quiet with an unexpected statement."It's true, she's not my girlfriend," he declared. "However, I am her doctor, and it's my duty to safeguard her health."His explanation held a hint of nobility, and Jeff chose to accept it, finding some comfort in Howard's concern for Nadia.Sensing Howard's genuine worry for Nadia's well-being, Jeff swiftly apologized, hoping to make amends."Howard, my bad. I messed up and left Nadia here alone in the rain. I promise I won't make the same mistake again."Howard regarded him coldly. "Are you sure?"Jeff nodded vigorously. "I swear I won't let this happen again."With an unflinching demeanor, Howard calmly opened the passenger door for Nadia and ushered her into his car.As Jeff watched the car drive away, an overwhelming sense of helplessness washed over him.Every time they ventured o
The next day, Lana attended the Watson Club's gathering as planned.When Chris heard she was going, he volunteered to pick her up.Lana didn't refuse, considering the remote venue. After getting ready, she joined Chris."Wow, Ms. Clark, you look stunning today," Chris exclaimed, his tone filled with admiration. He even whistled in awe.Lana was dressed in a vibrant crimson Bohemian-style maxi dress, adorned with feathers of the same hue along the hem.The square neckline complemented her flawless skin, making her look incredibly unique and eye-catching.With minimal makeup and her long hair flowing naturally, the only adornment on her face was a red spider lily placed between her brows.Despite her subtle appearance, she radiated a fiery aura that was captivating.Playfully, Lana knocked on Chris' head and teased, "Feeling quite daring today, aren't you? Flirting with someone like me, the esteemed Ms. Clark?"Chris quickly raised his hands in defense, saying, "No, no, I was ju