Sophie placed the empty can on the table and bowed her head, her eyelashes concealing her emotions as her voice trembled softly.Cedric's outstretched hand remained suspended in the air before clenching into a fist. The pain radiating from his eyes seemed darker than the depths of the sea, yet he could only withdraw his hand in silence."I've been haunted by so much hatred these past five years." Sophie seemed to be truly sleep-talking. In the dream, she was talking to herself, needing no response. She lifted her head, her eyes fixed on the constantly churning waves.She had chosen to return to take revenge on those who had hurt her, but why did the feeling of revenge not bring her the joy she had expected?She suddenly chuckled out loud and stood up unsteadily. "I must be drunk."She was intoxicated to the point where she unwittingly deluded herself and allowed long-suppressed emotions to resurface after five years. So intoxicated that she couldn't differentiate between love and
Sophie was aware of the dangers of drunk driving, but she still chose to drive back to her apartment.Mrs. Carrie opened the door for her and immediately smelled the alcohol on her. She was wearing a thick coat, which added to Mrs. Carrie's confusion."Ma'am, shall I prepare some hangover soup for you?" Mrs. Carrie asked."No need. I'm not drunk." Sophie shook her head. What intoxicated her was not the alcohol, but her inner demon. No matter how much she drank, it would not help."What about this coat?" Mrs. Carrie looked at the coat she was taking off, feeling a sense of familiarity but unable to recall who had worn it before.Sophie turned her head, and her gaze landed on the dark brown coat. Something seemed to flicker in her eyes. 'This coat… I bought this for him back then.'"Throw it away," Sophie instructed."Okay," Mrs. Carrie replied but could not help but steal a few more glances at the garment.Suddenly, the confusion in her eyes seemed to be cleared. 'Isn’t this Mr.
Sophie, watching Cherry hurry away, shook her head with an affectionate smile. But the smile soon faded as she pressed a finger to her lips, recalling the kiss from the previous night. 'Cedric, the once longed-for dream of splendor has already been shattered beyond repair.'She glanced at her watch, deciding it was time to pick up Cherry from school.-"Mommy, why are you here to pick me up?" Cherry’s face lit up with joy when she saw Sophie waiting for her outside the school."I missed you, sweetheart," Sophie said, wrapping Cherry in her arms. She felt a pang of guilt as she continued. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you better."She understood all too well that children's words, more direct and brutal than those of adults, could leave deeper scars."Apologizing for such a small thing? Remember, we can handle as much praise as criticism. And nothing that can't be fixed with a slice of cherry cake," Cherry said cheerfully, hugging Sophie and planting a firm kiss on her cheek.Sop
"Mommy, a bug just flew into my eye," Cherry explained, presenting the most innocent of lies.Sophie's eyes reddened. She entered the room and wrapped Cherry in a warm embrace. "Well, let's cry a bit then. The tears will wash the little bug away.""I guess it worked. Look, the bug must be gone now," Cherry opened her eyes wide to show her reddened eyes. Sophie hid her own heartache and played along.Curled up in her mother's arms, Cherry tried not to cry, aware that her mother was likely feeling worse than her."It’s okay to cry when you're hurt, Cherry," Sophie reassured her, kissing her forehead. Sophie understood the weight of public scorn, especially for a child as young as Cherry."It’s not that, Mommy. I wasn’t crying because I was hurt," Cherry quickly explained."Why then?" Sophie asked, concern evident in her voice."It's because of… Tristan. He pretended not to see me before, and I was really mad, but now I feel so bad for him. Mommy, will he become a vegetative person
Sophie pointed at Tristan in the surveillance footage, moving unusually slowly. "Children usually rush to the restroom. His cautious movement is strange. He seems very tense, like someone who can't see clearly."Jeanna, absorbed in the video, gasped suddenly. "That explains why he entered the women's restroom!""Or perhaps someone intentionally led him there," the observant Linda added, her gaze fixed on the last housekeeper to interact with Tristan, hinting at a deeper intrigue.Sophie and Linda exchanged knowing looks as they contemplated the same theory. If Tristan's accidental entry into the wrong restroom was because of poor vision, then the timing of the incident seemed too coincidental. Evidently, someone had intentionally directed him there."We need to investigate that housekeeper," Jeanna proposed enthusiastically, sensing they were close to unraveling the truth."Certainly. We should also look into Tristan's vision problems. Jeanna, Linda, could you check the hospital f
"Now that you'll take over the company, you'll certainly be no idle man," she began, her tone carrying a hint of mischief. "Think about it, X Corp. belongs to Cedric. If you take charge of Carlson Group, then..." Melissa left the implication hanging, her playful expression belying the strategic push.Matthew was about to assure her of his commitment when the conference room door opened. Austin entered with his secretary, both displaying subdued smiles. "Apologies for keeping the shareholders waiting. Today is Carlson Group's routine shareholders' meeting. Jamie here will present this year's financial report and outline next year's budget."Jamie Aurum, the secretary, prepared to present the report. However, before he could begin, Melissa interjected, saying, "Hold on.""Do you need something?" Austin asked with a smile, noticing her stand up."We can skip the report on this year's operations. Our business has been stagnant for years, and profits are dwindling annually. Austin, I
"Austin, Grandfather no longer holds any shares, so you don't need to use him to intimidate me," Melissa said with a challenging tone.Austin looked at her with a smile. "Are you saying that I must relinquish my position as CEO of Carlson Group?""It's not about stepping down, but the company is declining under your leadership. The CEO position isn't right for you," Melissa declared confidently, her stance causing murmurs among the onlookers.The Carlson family had just begun to squabble over shares Jeff had given to a child.Matthew's expression darkened upon hearing that. He took hold of Melissa's arm, his voice louder than usual, "Isn't this enough trouble?""Who's causing trouble?" Melissa retorted."Let's go home." He dragged her into the elevator without waiting for a response.Inside, Melissa wrenched away from him, her voice tinged with frustration. "Matthew, why are you angry with me? I'm doing this for you.""For me? Five years ago, everything you did was for Cedric,
"Father, I also want Carlson Group to prosper," Melissa protested."Prosper? It's under your so-called hopes that this family has ended up like this!" Jeff's anger escalated with her words.The family was fractured, and now Sophie was unfairly shouldering a huge burden. Melissa's role in this was undeniable."Dad, please take your medicine. Don't let your health suffer because of anger."Jeff clutched his chest, gasping for breath, then swallowed the pills handed to him. His breathing eased after the medication took effect, but his appetite vanished. Leaning on his cane, he glared at Melissa, whose face bore grievance and resentment, before retreating to his room."Austin, I never knew you had it in you!" With Jeff gone, Melissa finally vented her bitterness. Austin must have spoken ill of her behind her back to Jeff.Matthew's expression grew darker as she showed no signs of remorse. "Aren't you done yet?""You're asking me? Fine, I see it now. All of you Carlsons are ganging u