"My dad..." Melanie staggered, her vision darkening for a moment. "Are you saying that my father's death was not accidental, but a murder instead?" Nathan neither confirmed nor denied it. "In Harbor City, who can compare to Jeffrey when it comes to manipulating the situation and covering up crimes?" After calming down, Melanie asked, "Why are you telling me all this?" "Perhaps I haven't mustered the courage to move on from the pain of losing Emma. That's why I value you so much. I don't want you to be deceived by Jeffrey," Nathan said solemnly. "But I heard that you and Jeffrey were as close as brothers back then..." Melanie trailed off. Nathan's eyes flickered for a moment before he replied, "In the past year, we've had too many disagreements. Our goals and paths have diverged. Things are not as they used to be." "I suppose the disagreements between you two are because of me?" Melanie said calmly, poker-faced. "The relationship between the three of us is intricate an
"At first, I did have the intention of seeking revenge. I planned to recover my health as quickly as possible abroad, and return to seek revenge once I was healed. However, before I returned, your father had an accident. "I did send people to investigate at that time, but all evidence indicated that it was a genuine accident. The driver responsible for the accident was drunk, and is still in prison. I didn't pay much attention to that incident afterward, until you mentioned that the Snows found out and caused others to look into it." Jeffrey began explaining, trying to share everything he knew with Melanie. He trusted her sharp mind to make the right judgments. "Regarding the surgeon who performed your surgery back then, Nathan lied to you about one thing," Jeffrey continued. "After completing your surgery, Clement continued working in the hospital for more than a year. He disappeared suddenly only after your father's accident. Several other medical staff who knew about the surge
"Pfft." Stephen couldn't hold back a laugh that announced his presence. In the next second, he was coldly stared at by Jeffrey, causing him to quickly lean back into the sofa. "No need to be embarrassed. Judging by your appearance, you're deficient in vitality. No wonder it's so hard for me to hope for a great-grandson," Madam Morgan declared, picking up her phone and sending a message to someone. "Grandma, isn't your eldest great-grandson here?" Jeffrey asked helplessly. "Him?" Madam Morgan glanced at Stephen, who was holding a pillow and not sitting properly, and shook her head. "This child is a waste! I want a great-grandson who I can teach properly. If it's a great-granddaughter, that’s even better. If she’s as beautiful and clever as Melanie, I'll pass on my lifelong knowledge of fashion to her!" "Granny, daughters usually look like their dad," Jeffrey said, a smile playing on his lips. He really wanted a daughter. "What do you know? As daughters grow older, they become
The traditional medicine practitioner prescribed a fifteen-day course of traditional medicine tailored for Jeffrey. After bidding farewell to the doctor, Madam Morgan immediately instructed the kitchen to prepare the medicine and insisted he start taking it today. Smelling the bitter aroma wafting from the kitchen, Stephen looked at his uncle’s miserable face and asked, "Grandma, why didn’t you ask for a prescription for Aunt too? Giving birth is a joint effort, isn't it?" "During conception, men play a more important role.” Madam Morgan glanced at Stephen with dissatisfaction. "And just by looking, it’s obvious the problem lies with your second uncle! With such kidney deficiency, I can't bear to watch! Your aunt has back problems, and the current priority is to care for her back. Otherwise, when she gets pregnant in the future, back pain will be a hardship." "Grandma, you're truly wise," Melanie genuinely laughed. An hour later, under the intense gaze of three pairs of eyes,
The next day, Melanie took Jeffrey's private plane to Medonia. Throughout the journey, she enjoyed the full-service treatment from the entire staff on the plane. She had even better treatment than the injured Jeffrey. Cyrus also arrived at the venue for the fragrance competition. Knowing that Melanie was back, he specifically asked her to take him to the fragrance blending room to smell the fragrance she had created. "Is this fragrance a mystery, or a solution?” Cyrus asked. "Mystery," Melanie replied. "The fragrance base is deep, melancholic, with middle notes of mimosa and musk. When you smell it, it immediately accumulates in your heart, bitter and lingering. What mystery are you creating?" "Emotion," Melanie said. "Emotion?" "Yes, the most unpredictable thing in the world is emotion. The word emotion is like flowers and dew, or clouds and moon. They appear to be intertwined, but are forever separated. What’s love supposed to be? It makes one hold no fear in the face
Sylvia knew Harlow's weaknesses, and targeted what he cared about. "It's not important whether that bastard lives or dies. The important thing is, someone isn’t taking your orders seriously! Someone’s disobeying you behind your back. If we don't find out who it is and make an example out of this person, how can you maintain your authority here in the future?" Someone dared not to listen to him? This point indeed hit Harlow where it hurt the most, and his temper flared. “Investigate! Investigate right away!" he ordered his subordinates harshly. "You don't need to worry. I've already had someone investigate these past few days." Sylvia flipped her hair, showing off her accomplishments. "None of the servants bought any anti-inflammatory medicine. In these few days, the only person who used similar medication in the York family is just one person. Can you guess who?" Harlow glared at her impatiently, and Sylvia hurriedly continued, "It's Leo! A few days ago, he got injured whil
Joseph only received Cyrus and Melanie this time. Leo was also present, accompanying them for the meal. In the York family, such a simple dinner only served to highlight the guests' nobility. After the meal, Melanie took the opportunity to ask Leo, "How's your injury?" "Just a minor injury. All healed now,” Leo smiled. "The medications the doctor prescribed for me were very effective. In less than three days, the wound has already healed." As he said the last sentence, Leo looked at Melanie meaningfully. There was a change in his tone, as if implying something. Melanie blinked. Leo was perceptive, probably noticing that she had taken medicine from his room without permission. Yet, since he didn't make it explicit, it indicated that he tacitly agreed to keep it a secret. Melanie smiled and nodded. "That's good, or I would feel even more guilty." The two chatted for a while, and Leo left to answer a phone call. Cyrus’s assistant approached Melanie and said, "Today is th
"Who are you?" Melanie shouted. However, she immediately breathed in more thick smoke, causing her to choke on the smoke and not be able to speak. Instinctive calls for help were often the least effective. Melanie forced herself to calm down quickly and took out her phone, only to find that there was no signal at all. It seemed that those people outside were well-prepared; they had set up signal interference in the vicinity, leaving her with no way to call for help. She instinctively thought that the people outside must be here to deal with her, and she had inadvertently involved the child. She had saved Gabriel from a burning room before, so she had some experience this time. Melanie quickly surveyed the room. She remembered that the woman taking care of the boy had fetched water from the room last time. Sure enough, she quickly found the wash basin. She wet two towels with soapy water, and tightly covered the boy's mouth and nose with one. "I-I’m scared!” The boy tre