Not long after, they reached Birchwood Heights. Seeing where they were, Yuna didn't want to get down the car. She stared at Yvan, not looking away, "Send me back home!" Yvan's eyes bore into hers coldly. There was no warmth in his face. "Do you want me to bring that man here?" "You!" Yuna didn't think he could be so cruel. Eventually, she was carried out of the car by Yvan. She struggled a few times because he still didn't let her go. "I'll just sit in the wheelchair. I don't need you to carry me like this." "I'll give you hell if you move one more time!" He threatened her grimly. Yuna gritted her teeth, not knowing what he wanted to do now. Soon, Yvan carried her to the master bedroom on the second floor. Yuna was still somewhat repulsed seeing the room, but she was placed on the bed. She wanted to get up at once. However, Yvan pressed his hands on either side of her body and closed in threateningly, "Since it's your legs that are injured, I can still do something el
Yvan, who came downstairs with an icy expression, told Hesta, "From today onward, Yuna will be staying here. Just take care of her like how you did last time." Hesta didn't know what happened between the two of them. She was obviously happy that Yuna would stay at Birchwood Heights, but she could sense that something was off about their relationship, whether it came from Yvan or Yuna. She asked carefully, "What if Ms. Feron wants to leave?" "She's not allowed to." Hesta met Yvan's petrifying eyes and instantly lowered her head. "Very well." "Go prepare some food for her." After leaving some instructions to her, Yvan asked Michael to send the documents to the study. Michael gave Hesta a look, signaling her to just follow Yvan's instructions. Since Yuna couldn't leave, she could only send a text to Sherry. She lied that Yvan was worried about her injuries, so he brought her back to the hospital to examine her again. That was why she wouldn't be able to come back for a while
Yuna thought she could try to get some information from those two good friends of Yvan. Maybe they'd know what happened seven years ago. But as to how she could do that, she still had to come up with some ideas.Hesta thought Yuna had listened to what she said, so she was relieved. Even if she had more to say, she should stop there. "Ms. Feron, remember to have some food. I'll head down first. You can call me if anything." "Thank you, Hesta." Yuna had gradually calmed down. At least she now knew where to start. After eating a bit of food, Yuna realized it was already quite late. She thought that Yvan wouldn't come since he locked her up there. She got down from the bed without worry and limped her way to the bathroom to wash up. She didn't know Yvan had entered the room when she was washing up.Yvan didn't see Yuna on the bed. Frowning, he turned to look at the bathroom; the lights were on. Suddenly, the sound of something crashing came from the bathroom. Yvan's face became
Yuna was having trouble sleeping because she couldn't move freely. But her left leg couldn't maintain the same position either. She had been silently counting up the time. When she felt Yvan's breathing steadied behind her, she thought he must have fallen asleep. Carefully, she moved her left leg out of the blanket. However, this slightest movement of hers made Yvan's hand, resting on her waist, shoot up to hug her instead. Instantly, the two became even closer together. Yuna took a sharp breath. Right behind her ears, Yvan's cold and raspy voice could be heard. "Why are you still so restless even when your leg is injured?" Not wanting to anger him, Yuna explained, "I felt pain in my left leg, so I want to stretch it outside the blanket." Her words jolted Yvan awake, prompting him to sit up and turn on the lights. Yuna's left leg was indeed stretched outside the blanket; half of it was dangling over the edge of the bed. In an instant, his anger dissipated. There was even gu
When Yuna met Lucian's gaze, she felt a bit embarrassed. She nodded at him as Hesta helped her to sit on the couch. Hesta said, "Ms. Feron, I'll bring you some breakfast in case you're feeling hungry." Lucian was getting ready to start. "That's right. Yvan will blame us if we let you go hungry." Upon hearing his comment, Yuna suppressed her attempt to refuse them. She looked at Hesta, who was busy in the kitchen, then turned toward Lucian. "May I ask you a few questions, Dr. Storm?" "Of course. Is there anything specific I should be aware of?" Lucian asked. Yuna was taken aback by his response, but she realized the obvious meaning behind his words when she met his eyes. "I hope you won't tell anyone that I'm the one who's asking you this." "Of course. Go ahead." Yuna thought it wouldn't be realistic for Lucian to agree so readily. After all, he was working under Yvan. However, for the time being, she wanted to test the waters so that she could ask more questions the next
Yuna said, "Seven years have passed. Would it even be possible to catch the perpetrator? Most likely not. Since I'm well now, why should I dwell on that matter?" Lucian shook his head. "You can't just say that. All these years, Yvan has never stopped searching for the perpetrator because of you. After all, from the moment the car crash happened to you, something about the incident seemed suspicious. It's clear that someone deliberately planned it." Hearing that, Yuna replied in disbelief, "Are you saying that Yvan has been investigating the incident all along?" "Do you doubt it, Ms. Feron?" Lucian asked. "Ms. Feron, you and Yvan indeed had a bad relationship, which even led to a divorce. However, it cannot be denied that Yvan isn't someone devoid of compassion. Your sudden death deeply affected him." Yuna fell silent. Shortly after, Hesta brought breakfast over and cut their conversation naturally. "Yvan had been searching for the perpetrator. Was he really not the one who
Yuna didn't expect Yvan to keep his word. She wasn't allowed to leave Birchwood Heights, unable to even make a call to Rose. They told her Yvan had notified the research center that she would be working from home from today onward. Meetings are to be conducted through video calls. She had no choice but to accept such an arrangement for the time being because of her leg injury. But it was impossible for her to stay there indefinitely; her two children might start suspecting something. She had to come up with other ways to get out of this. With all those thoughts burdening her mind, Yuna was finally done sorting out her work and arranged the work matters with her team. Just when she was about to ask Hesta to bring her some coffee, Hesta dashed upstairs. "Ms. Feron, this is bad. Mrs. Jenkins is here. You should stay up here and not come down. I'll deal with Mrs. Jenkins." Hearing that, Yuna was astonished. "Mrs. Jenkins is here?" Hesta nodded. "Yes, but it's fine. I've already inf
"Wait!" Mrs. Jenkins suddenly yelled, causing Yuna, who had reached the dining table, to stop. When Yuna turned around, Mrs. Jenkins was already standing in front of her. She said icily, "Are you going to complain to Yvan about this right after I kick you out of here?" Yuna remained expressionless. She merely replied, "Mr. Jenkins only made me stay here so I can recuperate from that car accident. It feels the same for me to recuperate anywhere else. Besides, it's not suitable for me to recover here either." Mrs. Jenkins nodded with satisfaction. "Remember what you just said. If I find out that you spout any nonsense to Yvan to ruin his relationship with Daisy, I won't let you off easily." Hearing that, Yuna seemed to understand why Mrs. Jenkins would come here out of the blue. Not exposing anything, she turned and left Birchwood Heights. She then called Sherry to come over and pick her up. Just as she was wheeling herself to the gate of Birchwood Heights to wait for Sherry