The company went on an extended break after the annual banquet with three extra days off. Work only started on the tenth day of the new year.Zoey packed a simple suitcase. She’d already bought plane tickets back to Southgrove earlier on. It was more difficult to buy plane tickets during the new year was more difficult, and it was more expensive as well.Before she left, Zoey went to the hospital. She’d visit her mother in the ward every weekend, hold her hand and talk to her, although she still showed no response.Sometimes, she’d stare at the heart rate monitor and wonder if she should really be keeping her mother here. She kept feeling that her mother would wake up someday. That day could be years away, but she could wait. She really couldn't bring herself to give up, selfishly holding on to a ray of hope.Zoey went to consult the doctor, and he said in the gentlest way possible, “There is hope, but it's not very likely.”Whether her mother would wake up from her coma was up to god
She swiped out of Whatsapp after sending the text as if she was certain she wouldn't get a reply. If at all, she’d get one after a long time. Before leaving the house that day, Zoey had put on her wedding ring as if in a trace. It was a plain silver ring without any diamonds or engravings. It looked like any ordinary ring. People who didn't know would think that it was merely an accessory.Zoey raised her hand and stared at the wedding ring around her finger for a long time. She’d only seen Laurence wear his wedding ring once—the first time he’d brought her back to his parents’ house for a meal.At that time, it hadn't been long since he’d secretly gotten engaged to her without his parents’ knowledge. His fingers were good-looking, slender, and fair. Every joint was defined, making his hands look soft and gentle. His veins showed beneath his skin, and when he wore the wedding ring, it gave off the sexy vibe of the ideal husband.However, Zoey had never seen him wear it again after that
Zoey knew he wouldn’t reply to her message anymore.She put down her phone and sat up from the bed. Since she couldn’t sleep, she went to the balcony to enjoy the breeze. The neighbor who lived opposite her had already put on some festive lights and decorations to welcome the new year. Seeing that, Zoey decided to go out the next day to buy some groceries and decorations in anticipation of New Year’s Day.She didn’t fall asleep until it was almost dawn. However, she rose early despite sleeping late.It was rare for Zoey to have free time, so she went to the nearby farmers’ market to buy some ingredients for cooking. Next, she went to the supermarket to buy some decorative items and her favorite chocolate truffles. Her home looked more cheerful and festive after she put up some New Year’s garlands and balloons. She didn't want to look too miserable even if she was celebrating New Year’s Eve alone.After doing all that, she took a taxi to the cemetery. Her grandparents were buried in a s
Laurence’s father was busy on weekdays. As he held an important position, he was always missing. Even on New Year’s Eve, there was still work to do, and he only arrived home when it was almost eight at night.The Scott family residence was lively on New Year’s Eve. The members of the main branch of the Scott family, especially the younger ones, made it a point to go back every year. They dared not disobey their elders’ wishes and would visit for the new year's holiday no matter what.Decorations had been put up for the festive occasion, and children started lighting firecrackers in the backyard after dinner.Rowan Scott hadn’t seen his son for a long time, so he called Laurence to his study for a private chat.“Your uncle told me you were ruthless and left no room for bargaining.”“What else did he say?”“He asked me to persuade you not to burn all bridges.”Laurence knew his elders had always done things that way—they’d show mercy and leave those who opposed them one last foothold ins
Before that, he’d never thought about the gender of that child. It didn’t matter because he would never accept that child regardless of their gender.The kind of bond men felt toward their children was completely different from how women felt. They didn’t experience carrying the child for nine long months, nor were they physically connected to the child through blood and flesh. Being less sentimental in nature, they could decide not to have the child more easily.Laurence looked into his niece’s eyes, which reminded him of Zoey’s. There was always a look of naivety in Zoey’s eyes.Then, he answered his niece. “No.”He patted her head gently and urged, “Go set off some firecrackers with the others.”…The kids in Laurence’s family weren’t able to play to their heart’s content with him around, as they feared and revered him. Luckily for them, Laurence drove out at night and went to the mansion on Springfell Street.Tristan and the others had been waiting for a long time. Sarah arrived la
Snow covered the entire city. Street lamps were dotted with pure white snow, making the world outside look less empty.As he stepped onto the balcony, Laurence only had a thin cashmere sweater to shelter him from the cold. From where he stood the light outlined his perfect silhouette from where he stood—his narrow waist, broad shoulders, and long legs. He listened to the dial tone ring before the call was answered in the last few seconds.Zoey almost fell asleep on the sofa. She heard her phone ringing in a daze and took it out from under the pillow. Without bothering to check who’d called her, she answered in a nasal voice that was lazy and slurred, “Hello, who is it?”Laurence stood in the cold wind. Strangely, the moment he heard her voice, the irritability in his heart gradually calmed down. “It’s me.”Zoey quickly glanced at her phone screen while Laurence asked, “Why did you call me earlier?”Zoey didn’t know why he suddenly called her back. It wasn’t his usual style of doing thi
Zoey was burning up at home. She’d been sweating profusely, but it brought her little relief. She felt very hot, so she stumbled out of bed and went to take a shower. After changing into a nightgown, she crawled back under the covers, thinking she’d feel better if she stayed cocooned there. She didn’t have any extra energy to get herself to the hospital. She decided that if she still felt terrible after waking up, it wouldn’t be too late to call an ambulance.Over the years, she’d always endured it this way. She would grit her teeth and only seek help when it became unbearable. Being sick was certainly troubling, but for Zoey, this amount of discomfort was nothing. When she’d been in school and had a part-time job, she’d still go to work even if she had a high fever. She could only rest briefly by laying her head on the convenience store counter in the middle of the night.Unlike the north, where heavy snowfalls were common, there was little snow in the south. Most winters there were c
Laurence had originally planned to take her back to the Northwell early the next morning. His heart softened a bit when he saw her sickly appearance. “The day after tomorrow,” he said. Then, he added, “You’ll go back with me.” Zoey never had much of a choice when it came to his decisions. She nodded, assuming that her fever would probably subside by then. She’d fallen ill suddenly this time, so she was completely unprepared for it.Zoey was afraid that Laurence would feel impatient if he had to wait for her. Therefore, she said, “The nurse said I’ll only be done with my IV drip when it’s almost dawn.”Her words politely implied that Laurence should return to the hotel to rest if he was tired or bored of waiting.The fact that he came to see her was already a pleasant surprise for her. She wasn’t greedy and didn’t intend to ask for more. She didn’t even dare to read too much into it, though she was curious whether Laurence had feelings for her beyond those of their ordinary superior-s