"What did you just say?" Mrs. Jenkins thought there was something wrong with her ears. Yvan took a deep breath; his face remained dark. "I will handle my affairs, so you shouldn't interfere. If anything happens after you arrange for Daisy to live here, you'll have to bear the consequences on your own." With those words, he turned and left. Mrs. Jenkins was left dumbfounded. It took a while for her to return to her senses. "What did he mean by that? What does that mean?" But no one could answer her question. … Although Daisy had been slapped by Yuna, the promise made by Mrs. Jenkins to let Daisy move into Birchwood Heights cheered her up. The slap was worth it. She touched up her makeup while gleefully waiting for the good news from Mrs. Jenkins. Unexpectedly, Yvan was the one who came. Daisy became excited, thinking that Yvan had come to welcome her to Birchwood Heights, so she headed out cheerily. But she finally realized that Yvan, who was sitting on the couch in
The next day, Sherry brought Yuna to the hospital to redress her wound. They were chatting happily, not realizing Darren's presence, who had already spotted them. He was playing with an unlit cigarette with his fingers, but his eyes rested upon Yuna sitting in a wheelchair. He squinted briefly and immediately recalled the car crash a few days ago. He called someone. "Guess who I saw in the hospital." Ashton's voice came through on the other end. "Your ex-girlfriend?" That made Darren laugh. "Why would I bother calling you over an ex? I bumped into Yuna. Her leg is injured, so she's in a wheelchair now. I suspect she was involved in Yvan's car crash a few days ago." It was quiet on the other end of the line for a few seconds. Darren chuckled and added, "I'll help you to ask her about it. It might buy you some time too." "Hold your horses, will you?" "Okay." Darren hung up and tossed the object in his hand to his bodyguard behind him. "Wait in the car." With that, he st
Darren didn't let go of his grip on the wheelchair's push handle so that Yuna couldn't move forward. "Don't be in such a hurry to leave. I told Ashton about your injury, and he's really worried. I think he's almost here." Hearing that, Yuna felt that Darren seemed to enjoy doing unexpected things. No wonder he and Yvan were enemies. "Let's go. We'll wait for him outside." Darren pushed the wheelchair outside, and Yuna couldn't do anything about it. When they reached the hospital entrance, Ashton was rushing over as expected. As soon as he saw Yuna sitting in a wheelchair with her left leg bandaged, his face paled. He asked with care, "Yuna, why didn't you tell me you were injured?" "It's just a minor injury." "I promised your seniors that I'd take good care of you. Now that you're injured, I feel so ashamed to even mention it to them." There was nothing but concern in Ashton's eyes. Darren simply pushed the wheelchair to him. "Alright, enjoy your chat. I'll take my leave
Spencer's words made Yuna and the other two shift their gazes toward Natalie and Nathaniel. As her beautiful eyes fluttered, Natalie spoke with understanding, "We're doing fine. As long as we get to see Mommy every day, we're happy. It's okay if we stay at home and not go out. We won't be jealous of other people." Yuna's heart softened the moment she heard Natalie's words. "Yeah," Nathaniel said casually, agreeing with Natalie's stance. Meanwhile, Spencer continued eating his food to hide his facial expressions. Upon hearing that, Harry felt sorry for the twins. "Actually, if we can find a private preschool that is secluded and well-protected, we can consider sending Natalie and Nathaniel there." Sherry frowned. "Would it be safe?" Seizing the opportunity, Spencer put down his fork and spoke, "Actually, I can recommend somewhere good. It's a preschool founded by my friend, and it's both safe and secluded. The children attending that school have special family backgrounds.
Seeing how all three adults had their eyes on him, Spencer gulped. "Don't look at me like that. I just happen to have what you need already. I have a few brand-new vans that I never get to use, really." Yuna shifted her eyes away. "If that's the case, everything's settled for now, then." Hearing that, Spencer quietly heaved a sigh of relief, then said with a smile, "Great. I'll contact my friend later. You can send Natalie and Nathaniel to the school whenever you want." Natalie and Nathaniel exchanged a look in secret. That was a close call. After dinner, while Yuna and the others chatted in the study, Spencer sneaked into the children's room. He whispered, "How was that? Uncle Spencer is incredible, right? I'm a man of promise." Nathaniel threw him a look of disgust. "If it weren't for Mommy's faith in you, she would definitely suspect that you have ulterior motives back at the dining table." Spencer ruffled his hair. "What are you talking about, kiddo? Who else can your M
Nathaniel moved his eyes away, and a hint of arrogance appeared on his serious face. "Unlike us, he's not even a direct family member." Natalie pouted. "But he's still so ugly." Knowing how his sister had always been obsessed with looks, Nathaniel didn't bother to say anything more. After all, he thought that the boy was ugly too. After the lesson ended, Natalie approached the boy as planned. She put on a sweet smile and stuck her arm out. "Hi, let's be friends. I'm Natalie; what's your name?" The little boy had noticed Natalie the moment she entered the classroom. Seeing how she took the initiative to talk to him, he was shy. "He … hello, I'm Jackson." "Wow, you're so gentle, Jackson. So we're good friends now, right?" Natalie said, beaming. Jackson was enchanted by her overwhelming cuteness, so he could only nod profusely. Nathaniel sat at his seat with his arms crossed and his expression tensed. If it weren't for Natalie being the only one who could do the task, he wou
Yuna ate the fruits and asked, "Is there any difference between intentionally and on purpose?" Sherry sat down beside her. "For me, he's doing this on purpose intentionally!" Yuna nodded in agreement. "What now, then? Did you agree with his idea of letting his driver fetch you every day?" "I can't meet him now" She raised her left leg. "I can't talk with him through the phone either. It wouldn't be enough to make things clear to him. He might not even pick up the call." Sherry grew even more confused. "What is Jenkins trying to do here? Back when you were married, he didn't want to see you at all. But now, he shows up in front of you every day." Yuna didn't want to continue that topic, but she said, "When his driver comes to pick me up tomorrow, I'll make things clear to him. Oh, and tell Aunty Lucy not to leave at the same time as I do tomorrow." Sherry nodded. "I'll drive them tomorrow. We can leave earlier and have a nice breakfast together." "Thank you so much." …
"Are you asking for a chance to talk badly about me?" Hearing that, Yuna stared at him with confusion, as if she was asking what he meant by that. Yvan met her eyes. "To let others know that I exploited an injured employee." Yuna let out a dry laugh. "Don't worry, Mr. Jenkins. It's just a leg injury, not an injury to other parts of my body. It wouldn't be considered exploitation. Besides, we're working together because of that contract. I'll lose a lot of money if I don't complete my job on time, and I won't make a fuss when it comes to money." "What? Is the money you earned abroad not enough for you to retire?" Yuna almost mentioned how she needed to raise two children, but she swallowed those words when she calmed herself down. "Who would hate to have more money? Isn't more always better?" Yvan squinted and snickered. "I didn't realize that you were so obsessed with money." "No one isn't obsessed with money. It's true that I didn't care much about money seven years ago.