"I never expected Ms. Kerrigan to be so ruthless.""Look at Valerie's cheek, it's all swollen from the slap. How can she continue filming?"Witnessing the scene and hearing Valerie's words, the journalists couldn't help but start commenting, while Vivienne's expression grew increasingly menacing. Having all witnessed the slap just moments ago, they knew explanations might not make much difference.Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down. 'I've defeated Sophie, there's no way I'll lose to someone like Valerie.'"Ms. Kerrigan, did you come to the set today because you were upset about the scandal between Mr. Carlson and Ms. Brynd? Is that why you came to cause a scene?"Valerie's pitiful appearance easily evoked a protective instinct in the straight male journalists, who aimed their microphones at Vivienne, directly pinning the villain's label on her."There might be a misunderstanding—""Guys, Ms. Kerrigan didn't come here to cause a scene. Please don't misunderstan
"Mr. Carlson, between Ms. Brynd and Ms. Kerrigan, whom would you choose?"As soon as the journalists spotted him, a barrage of questions ensued.Evander extended his arms to halt the crowd. While he could physically block them, silencing them proved impossible."Mr. Carlson, you and Ms. Kerrigan have been engaged for five years without marrying. Has the relationship deteriorated?" Another question emerged.Cedric's patience wore thin, and his eyebrows creased in displeasure, radiating an icy aura."No comment," he uttered.After the short and direct response, he followed the ambulance to the nearest hospital.The journalists also followed them to the hospital and waited for more than two hours. Finally, they received the diagnosis that Valerie had suffered a miscarriage!-Valerie lay on the hospital bed, her complexion healthy. "I've inadvertently become the quickest miscarriage victim in the entertainment industry.".Just a few hours ago, she had announced her pregnancy wit
Sophie was taken aback by Valerie's unexpected topic, her smile fading into a frown. "I'm not interested in that.""Is it a lack of interest or do you just want to avoid knowing? Let me tell you this. When women get too capable, men generally group into two categories: those with inferiority complexes and those with conqueror mentalities. Which do you think Cedric is?"Valerie was determined to tease Sophie for a bit.At the mention of Cedric's name, Sophie's expression turned cold, and she stood up from her seat. "Just focus on recovering from the miscarriage. Talking too much affects your recovery. I'll be leaving already."Watching her leave, Valerie smiled self-mockingly. 'Being that capable is better than not.'As Sophie exited the ward, the question Valerie had asked earlier lingered in her mind. Not wanting to be further disturbed by her emotions, she quickened her pace."I'll kill you, I'll kill all of you! You all deserve to die!"A strange voice abruptly echoed from ar
The elevator stopped on the ground floor. While others disembarked, Sophie's thoughts lingered on the earlier incident. She hurriedly stepped out just as the doors almost closed.Before she could take more than a few steps, journalists who had just returned from their break intercepted her. "Ms. Luxford, are you visiting Ms. Brynd?""We heard that Ms. Brynd has signed a contract with Paramount Inc. Won't your relationship be slightly awkward?" asked one of the journalists.Sophie replied with a smile, "I did come to visit Valerie. She's an artist working under my company. As the CEO, why do I need to feel awkward?""What about the rumors concerning Ms. Brynd and Mr. Carlson?" pressed the journalist with a follow-up question.Everyone knew that Sophie was once Cedric's legal wife, so it was only natural for them to add drama to this topic."I wish them well, just like everyone else," Sophie answered with a smile, before turning away from the gossip-hungry journalists and briskly e
Vivienne's eyes were slightly bloodshot. Just as she prepared to tighten her embrace, she heard him whisper, "Mommy, let's leave this place."Her hold on him stiffened instantly. After confirming that she hadn't misheard, Vivienne pulled him away, her previously gentle face turning gloomy and menacing. "What did you just say?""I want to leave here with you, Mommy. You're not happy, I'm not happy, and Daddy isn't happy either. Mommy, can we go?"Although Tristan did not understand the adult world, he could feel it. He did not want his parents to be so unhappy together anymore, nor did he want to see his mother become more and more unfamiliar.All he craved was the simplicity of his childhood, when his mother's love was enough, even without a father. Now, fear gripped him constantly."How could I have given birth to such a pathetic son like you!?" Vivienne rose from her seat, her gaze fixed on Tristan with a mix of disdain and disappointment, her anger palpable.Grasping his shoul
Tristan's hoarse voice was tinged with a hint of panic.Wendy helped him up from the bed and said, "Don't be afraid. You're having a fever. I'll go call your mom right now."As the door closed, Tristan reached up and touched his forehead. 'Do I have a fever? But I've had a fever before. My eyes shouldn't be affected.'Shortly after, Vivienne followed Wendy upstairs. The rage from last night had long subsided, and she reached out to feel Tristan's forehead, only to be shocked. "Why is it so hot?!""Mommy, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I won't make you angry again." Tristan felt extremely uncomfortable all over, but he still remembered to apologize to his mother.Feeling a surge of concern for her son, Vivienne instinctively pulled him into her arms. "I'm not angry with you. Sweetie, tell me, what's wrong with your eyes?""I can't see things clearly, and it hurts here." Tristan pointed to the back of his head.Vivienne's fingers reached for the spot he pointed at, and her expressi
Vivienne dressed similarly—only then did she feel reassured enough to lead him into the hospital.-"Doctor, what's wrong with my son?" Vivienne asked.The doctor looked up and adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Ms. Laurens, your son's fever isn't caused by a cold, but by an accumulation of blood in the back of his head. How long has this been there?"Seeing that Vivienne was still wearing a cap and mask in his office, he was irked. 'It's not like she's some celebrity. What's her reason to dress up like this?'"It's been about half a month. He only told me that he had hit his head before this after developing a fever earlier today," Vivienne answered truthfully.The doctor's dissatisfaction intensified upon hearing that. "How can you young people be parents if you don't even know when your child has injured themselves?"The head was the most important and delicate part of the body. Getting injured in this area was not like injuring an arm or leg, where the pain wou
On the way to the school cafeteria, Reyna tugged on Cherry's arm, shaking it back and forth. "Cherry, you haven't told me a riddle today.""Let's talk after we eat. Hurry up or the chicken drumsticks will be gone." Cherry had woken up late that morning and hadn't had time for breakfast. She was so hungry that she could eat a horse. As such, it was no time for riddles.The two were in a hurry, and Reyna accidentally bumped into a student coming out of the cafeteria."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Tristan apologized nervously, holding the lunch box in his hand.His mother claimed that his eyes would improve after he recovered from the fever. However, even after taking the medicine and the fever subsided, his vision still seemed cloudy, as if something murky was blocking his sight. He couldn't even see clearly who he had just bumped into.Reyna realized it was Tristan she had bumped into, and her chubby cheeks blushed slightly. "It's not your fault, I was walking too fast.""As lo