Yvan's voice carried a hint of anger. He even seemed irritated by Yuna's attitude. Yuna argued, "That's just your assumption. Whenever I'm in danger, Spencer would drop whatever he's doing and immediately come to my rescue." Yvan snickered. "Is that so?" Right then, Yuna asked, "When I got into the car crash seven years ago, did you come to my rescue right away?" Yvan fell silent. Recalling what happened back then, he was accompanying Daisy for a medical checkup. When the car crash happened, Michael called him a few times, but he never answered. When he finally got news about the accident, the Feron family had already arranged for Yuna to be cremated. It all happened so fast. Yvan pursed his lips. He could still feel those emotions he had back when he first heard about the accident. Seeing his reaction, Yuna smiled coldly. "So, do you think you have the right to blame others for not doing enough? Spencer has to work and earn money for me and the children. Besides, I ca
There was no change of expression on Yuna's face as she watched Daisy with a slight smile. Daisy thought her words would agitate Yuna, but when it gauged no reaction, she felt as if her words had been in vain. She grew impatient. "Why aren't you saying anything?" Yuna snickered. "It's easy to talk big, Daisy Bailey, but action speaks louder than words. Did you see who Yvan was standing next to the whole time?" Her single sentence defeated Daisy entirely. Gritting her teeth, Daisy glared at Yuna with resentment. When she sensed someone was entering, she could only conceal her emotions and left without a word. Unbothered, Yuna looked away. Lucian walked into the ward right at that moment. "Do you need my help with anything?" he asked. "I don't need to be hospitalized, do I?" After some thinking, Lucian said, "Considering your medical condition, it'd be best for you to stay here for two days for observation. However, if you really wish to be discharged, it'd be fine too. T
With Hesta's help, Yuna made her way to her room. As she lay on the bed, Yuna saw the texts and pictures sent over by Harry. Feeling reassured, she immediately called Abigail. "Ms. Feron, you finally called." "Sorry, I've been busy with some matters. I forgot about things on your part," Yuna said apologetically. "It's alright. Thankfully, nothing much is happening." After a pause, Abigail asked, "By the way, Ms. Feron, do you still want to proceed with the matter regarding Daisy Bailey you mentioned previously?" "Has someone approached you about it?" "Yes, Mrs. Jenkins found me and tried to bribe me. But I turned her down. She even tried to threaten me, but luckily, I had recorded our conversation. That put a stop to her." Hearing what she said, Yuna felt that she had indeed found the right lawyer. "Ms. Jordan, you still have the option to back away now. You know you might suffer some losses by taking over my case too." "Ms. Feron, if I really wanted to back away, I wou
Yuna woke up in pain. When she finally opened her eyes, the sky had turned dark. "You're awake?" In the quiet room, Yvan's voice rang out of nowhere. Yuna was so taken aback that she nearly flipped over. But she was quickly caught by Yvan. "Did you forget about the injuries on the left side of your waist?" His tone carried a mix of reproach and concern. Although the room was dark, light was shining in from outside. When Yuna looked up, she could clearly see Yvan's eyes which were staring right at her. Tension filled the atmosphere.Lying perfectly still on the bed, Yuna said tensely, "Can you let go of me now?" Yvan breathed heavily. Without another word, he got up and turned on the lights. "Why didn't you turn on the lights?" she asked. Yuna wanted to get up. Yvan went up to hold her arm. "Do you want to get up?" "Yeah." As he helped her stand, Yvan said, "Why should I turn on the lights when you're sleeping?" Yuna was too embarrassed to look at him at that moment
Yuna's words greatly affected Yvan's mood. Hesta was too scared to even make a sound when he entered the kitchen. Seeing how he didn't know what to do, she could only ask, "Mr. Jenkins, are you going to pour some water for Ms. Feron? She always enjoys black tea the most. It's right here." Yvan watched as Hesta took out the bottle containing black tea leaves and teacup. He felt even more annoyed. "There's even a teacup and tea leaves just for her?" Hesta sensed danger in his words. She let out a dry chuckle. "Mr. Jenkins, wasn't it you who said that Ms. Feron's lifestyle here should be the same as how it was seven years ago? When Ms. Feron first moved into Birchwood Heights, I prepared these for her." Yvan didn't say anything further. "Go ahead and make the tea then." With that, he turned and left the kitchen. Yuna's attention was focused on her phone as she replied to some text messages. Yvan, on the other hand, sat on an armchair. Looking at the serious look on Yuna's face
Hearing how Gabriel called her, she didn't try to correct him, even if it made her feel a bit awkward. She didn't want to cause any more misunderstanding. "Have you eaten, Mr. Fisher?" Yuna asked simply, but that question made her seem like she was the lady of the house. She was momentarily dumbstruck, but Gabriel's eyes lit up. She let out an awkward cough. "Uh …" Gabriel instantly said, "I haven't. I rushed here to tell Yvan about how you and Kiara got kidnapped." Hearing that, Yuna's excitement grew. She quickly said, "Yvan just went upstairs to take a shower. Why don't you tell me about it first?" As she spoke, she waved him over. "Please, have a seat. Hesta, make some tea for him." A thought had already popped up in Gabriel's mind. He couldn't wait to tell Lucian about what he just saw. After he sat down, Yuna asked, "What did you find out? Did you manage to catch that man?" "I didn't catch the man, but I got hold of certain information about him," Gabriel began. "His
The first thing Yuna did was inform Harry about Jerry so that he could investigate the man's identity. She had been looking at her phone while sitting on the couch until Yvan and Gabriel finally went downstairs. "Yvan, why are you rushing me to leave?" Gabriel argued. "Just now, Yuna invited me to stay for dinner." When Yvan heard that, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Isn't this my house?" "Yuna's still sitting right there, you know." Yuna lifted her arm and turned her head, apologizing to Gabriel, "Sorry, Mr. Fisher. I forgot that this isn't my house for a moment. I'm a guest too, after all." Yvan was instantly displeased by her words. Gabriel let out a cough. He sensed that the atmosphere was turning awkward. "Uh, I don't think I need to stay for dinner. I'll leave now." Yvan suddenly changed his mind. "Since you're invited to stay for dinner, just stay. Don't make Hesta prepare another set of food for nothing." With a demanding tone, he made Gabriel stay. "Huh?" Y
Fixing his eyes on her, Yvan gave her a deep look. When Yuna received no response, she asked, "Mr. Jenkins, were you not planning to tell me the investigation results from the start?" "What can you do even if you know?" "I was also involved in the incident." "You weren't the only one involved." Yuna felt that Yvan was being arrogant and self-centered again. She nodded. "I know you're just seeking justice for Kiara. But I have the right to know about this since I was a victim too." "What do you plan to do after getting the information?" Yvan asked her. "That's a personal matter," Yuna replied firmly. After that, she got up. She tried to head upstairs by herself, using the couch as a support. Watching her action, Yvan heaved a sigh. He knew that he was being too harsh with Yuna again. He stood up, carried Yuna in his arms, and walked upstairs. "You can move all you want. But I'd advise you to be mindful of your waist." As expected, Yuna froze. She could only shoot him