Letters sent from prison were required to go through a review process. In his letter, Robert only mentioned the items of utmost importance, urging Laurence to visit him in jail for a face-to-face chat.Laurence scanned the entirety of the letter to check the handwriting. It didn't seem forged. What could Robert have to tell him so desperately? He placed the letter aside lazily and instructed his assistant to book him a flight to Southgrove in three days. He was curious about what Robert had to say.Although it was a weekend, Laurence had already made an appointment with a psychiatrist. He knew he wasn't himself. Even though he felt perfectly normal, he knew his uncontrollable, irrational actions time and time again were trying to tell him otherwise. He was not acting normally—or at least not as much as he thought. Mental ill health often manifests in the form of physical actions.Laurence wasn't resistant to seeing a psychiatrist. It was just that he didn't feel that psychological t
Robert was so overwhelmed with emotion that he couldn't control himself. His facial expression hadn't changed much, but there were hints of an untamed animal within him starting to break free. He inhaled deeply to calm himself down. He had to speak normally, at least. Otherwise, Laurence might not believe a word he had to say.Laurence looked at the man before him, who looked like he had aged a decade during his time in prison. It appeared he wasn't doing quite well. Laurence's patience was running low, and he looked at Robert, "If you have something to tell me, spit it out. You're free to say anything you wish."A cunning glint flashed in Robert's eyes. After a short silence, he changed his mind and laid out his conditions, "I have a son who is now homeless. If you promise to care for my son and his mother, I will give you the information you need." Confidence filled his core as he waited for Laurence to accept such terms.Unexpectedly, the man before him pulled a nonchalant smile.
As soon as Robert was done, he stared intently at Laurence's face, only for disappointment to wash over him. Laurence did not look as tormented as Robert imagined he would be. The man sat before him, listening calmly. His face was initially pale and didn't appear to have gotten paler. Besides his ashen face, there wasn't much agony evident in his features.At first, Robert assumed Laurence’s composure stemmed from disbelief in his words; even the smallest pebble can create a ripple. However, with Laurence, the surface of his lake remained peaceful despite the passing storm.Robert clenched his fists tightly, reluctant to let this matter slide."Don’t you believe a word I’ve said?" Had it not been for the correctional officer pushing him down by his shoulders behind him, he would have sprung to his feet from the agitation. His face was tense and his features fierce as he suddenly raised his voice at Laurence, "I'm not lying to you! I may not remember every little thing down to the
Laurence coughed uncontrollably, his back arching slightly. He looked thin and frail.Matthew was stunned when he noticed the trace of blood at the corner of Laurence's lips. He didn't dare comment on it, but he asked carefully, "Mr. Scott, do you need to go to the hospital?"Gradually, Laurence stopped coughing. He used a handkerchief to clean his face. When he looked at his hand, there was blood. Even though he'd coughed up blood, his chest still felt suffocated. He closed his eyes. He grimaced before regaining an expressionless composure. "There's no need. Let's go back to the hotel."Matthew wanted to try and talk him into it, but Laurence seemed reluctant to speak of the matter. Thus, he didn't dare say more. Laurence had been fine before the inspection. Who knew what Robert had said that was provocative enough to incite such a reaction from him?Back at the hotel, Laurence stayed silent. He really didn't want to talk about it. His mind furiously replayed Robert’s words. Memor
Laurence woke up with a splitting headache. He couldn't remember what he had said last night. However, he went to the company in a suit and tie the next day, looking meticulous. He didn't look hungover at all. He continued entertaining his clients at night but wasn't out of control and hadn’t gotten drunk like he had before. Laurence was the only one who thought he was doing fine. He looked like his usual self, but inside, his heart was empty. Tonight, there were many acquaintances at the bar. While socializing, Laurence suddenly felt annoyed. He pulled at his tie to loosen it and felt relieved from the inexplicable irritation. With an indifferent expression, he walked to the window. From the high building, he looked out at the city's night view. The city lights were bright, and the streets were bustling. In contrast, his eyes were filled with loneliness. Tristan held a wine glass as he walked up and quietly stood beside him. He tilted his head, revealing the veins on his back, a
Never once had Laurence and Jason’s conversation ended happily, as they could never have a peaceful chat. In the end, Jason still arranged the funeral. However, he never expected Laurence to bring his men to clear out the venue. Zoey didn't have many friends, but her classmates rushed over from around the world to attend her funeral after learning about the incident. Arielle was dressed in black and wore sunglasses to hide her swollen, red eyes. Zoey's university roommate had cried before attending the funeral, and her eyes were also puffy and glistening with tears. She staggered when she saw the black and white photo. Her eyes stung as if they were almost empty of tears. Rose couldn't stand up and slowly sat back down as she gripped the chair. Although it had been a while since the accident, she still felt like it was a dream. As long as she woke up from another sleep, she would return to the day Zoey was still alive, holding her newborn baby as she sat in the sun. She looked so g
Five years later, at the airport. "Uncle Jeremy, our flight was delayed. We just got off the plane." The woman's voice was gentle as ever. She was still soft-spoken as before, and her voice was soothing to the ears. The man on the other end of the line answered, and she replied slowly, "No need. I'll call a cab to take us back to the hotel. We're only staying for a couple of days. Yep, I'll be going abroad once the competition is over." She glanced at the child beside her as she talked, afraid he would wander off. After ending the call, Zoey crouched and looked at him at eye level. His skin was soft and smooth, and something in his eyes shone like the stars in the night sky. She asked, "Teddy, are you hungry?" The little boy ran into his mother's arms, hooked his arms around her neck, and said, "Mom, I'm not hungry." He tried to sound cool when he spoke, but his voice was cute, just like a young child's."Are you sure? You didn't eat anything on the plane." The boy shook hi
"Mr. Scott, the chauffeur's downstairs," Chris said carefully to steer them back on topic. In the last two years, he realized that Mr. Scott's temper had improved for the better. He no longer noticed trivial things and would let things slide. Still, nobody was dumb enough to do anything that might piss him off. He would have refused to attend the date tonight, but that lady from the Cullen family had called incessantly, begging Chris to tell Mr. Scott to go to dinner with her. Otherwise, her parents would not stop urging her to marry and might even marry her off to a random hedonistic playboy. All she asked was for Laurence to put up an act with her to fool her parents. Besides, she promised she would not talk about him behind her back after this. Chris could not stand her calls. She cried and wept all the time on the phone, which was the opposite of the calm and composed image she usually portrayed. Apparently, all the young ladies from affluent families were merely putting on an