Chris orchestrated the collision with a person using a food trolley!"Look out! The trolley is malfunctioning!" The attendant rushed toward Delilah with the trolley, appearing to be out of control.The onlookers gasped.Delilah was stunned, her mind going blank. Just then, Lena grabbed her and swiftly pushed her aside.Fortunately, no one was harmed.Lena held onto her while the runaway trolley was halted by a security guard who arrived just in time.After they managed to come to a stop, Lena asked with concern, "Are you alright, Mrs. Newhouse?"Panting, Delilah managed to force a smile after a long moment. If Lena hadn't acted swiftly to pull her out of harm's way, the trolley would have struck her!Lena assisted her with her shawl and hair. They only parted ways after a brief chat.Lena smiled when her back was turned. She deftly tucked the hair sample she had acquired into a small plastic bag.-The following day, Chris and Lena met with Daniel."This is Delilah's, and t
The four individuals in the painting were captured during a recent cultural banquet, all dressed up for the occasion."Look!" Toph frowned. "Do you think they look like a family? They weren't smiling, and it seemed like they had something up their sleeves. You can't even tell they're related!"Chris pointed out, "Well, didn't Jodie stand close to Wilfred?""Hmm, they're the only ones who were smiling. Just a little bit, not much." Toph looked at him. "Chris, think about our family dinner. Even though we have irritating relatives, everyone just pretends when we take group pictures, right?"Look at this family. They didn't even bother to pretend! Did you know that Delilah and Wilfred stood far away from each other at first? As if they didn't want to be together!""They've been married for a long time. Perhaps there's no longer love between them."Toph pouted. "My parents aren't like that!" Chris felt helpless. "Your family is something else. Don't always compare your parents with
Maisie glanced at her phone upon leaving the office. A message from Wilfred awaited her. Despite his friendly tone, she sensed his respect. He proposed a meeting in the message, leaving the time and place to her discretion.Contemplating for a prolonged moment, Maisie eventually decided to share this with Daniel."Can I meet with him?" she asked.Daniel was taken aback. He had been assisting her in organizing book and comic drafts, and the request caught him off guard.He raised his gaze, meeting her clear eyes that revealed a certain dependence on him.Initially surprised and pained by this shift, Daniel recalled a time when Maisie relied on him entirely. She used to seek his guidance on every decision, from what to wear to what to eat, and even if she could go out. Careful not to offend, she was meticulous in her dealings with him.Daniel was puzzled by her current demeanor as she approached. "What's wrong, Maisie?"Only then did he snap back to reality."Can I meet with him?
Delilah received a message from Wilfred asking to meet. The reason behind this rendezvous was a scheduled interview with a journalist.To create a facade of trust, they disabled the passcodes on their phones, projecting an image of a devoted couple with no secrets. Even going as far as exchanging glances at each other's phones.However, when Wilfred handed his phone to Delilah, he never anticipated Maisie sending a message, instructing him on where and when to meet. This left Delilah looking distraught.After the journalist departed, Wilfred coldly snatched his phone back, glaring at Delilah."You…" Delilah's voice trembled. "You're meeting with her?""That's none of your business. Don't interfere with my life!" Wilfred snapped.This exchange had been repeated for 20 years, marking a marriage devoid of love and filled with resentment."I'm your wife!" Delilah stared at him intensely. "Of course, I want to know why my husband is meeting with another woman!"She smirked, the sarc
"D-Did you guys fight?" Jodie asked.Wilfred's facial expression changed instantly. His eyes brimmed with love for his daughter, and his voice softened. "Ah, no! I'm discussing work with your mother, and we have a disagreement. She accidentally broke the vase. I-I'm looking for a band-aid for her!"Jodie nodded obediently."Alright, Jojo," Wilfred said with a smile. "I'm going to the office. Can you take care of her?""Sure."As he left, he turned his head to give Delilah a warning glance.The smirk on her face bordered on a scoff.What a touching father-daughter moment!If he discovered that Jojo, whom he had pampered since childhood, was not his biological daughter with that woman, would he lose his mind?Jodie's heart raced as she approached Delilah, concerned about the situation. She asked carefully, "Mom, what did—""Who are you calling mom?!" Delilah slapped her immediately.Jodie hadn't seen it coming, and her head spun from the force of the slap. She staggered, almos
The moment Delilah settled on the couch, Jodie's gaze toward her underwent a transformation. A cold stare replaced the previous warmth.Jodie had been subjected to her cruelty since childhood.Before discovering her true identity, Jodie naively believed her mother harbored no love for her. In pursuit of that elusive affection, she went to great lengths.It wasn't until she crossed paths with Cindy, Owen, and Nicole that the revelation about her true parentage unfolded. Delilah was not her mother.From that point on, Jodie's character took a dark turn. She became willing to do anything to secure Wilfred's love and the coveted status of being the cherished Newhouse heiress.Jodie would go so far as to take a life if Delilah commanded it. She was ready to obey every whim.Her existence felt like a precarious balancing act on a knife's edge. Each step brought agony.To cope, she redirected her frustrations onto Harvey whenever she felt upset. A model child in her parents' presence,
Jodie reminisced about the two decades she had spent living. Each step felt like a precarious tightrope walk, where any misstep could plunge her into a bottomless abyss.Cindy had informed her that her biological father served as the driver for the Ropers. -Back then.Delilah caused a fatal car accident, resulting in Anya's death. Surprisingly, Jodie's biological father took the blame for Delilah.During that time, Jodie was just a baby.Cindy, fueled by a quest for justice, confronted Delilah, who callously remarked, "I've already transferred money to your husband's account. Don't be too greedy!"However, Cindy wasn't easily deceived. She possessed evidence, a recorded conversation with her husband, showcasing Delilah's manipulation and his complicity in covering for her.To pacify Cindy, Delilah suggested adopting Jodie, yet as a sinister act of revenge against Wilfred and Anya, she covertly swapped two children..."This is that woman's daughter!" Delilah handed a girl rou
"W-What did you say?" Cindy's expression stiffened for a moment.Jodie stabbed at the steak on her plate. Her fork froze mid-air, the desire to bring it to her mouth evaporating. Her appetite had vanished. What she craved wasn't the taste of the steak but the satisfaction of sinking her fork into Maisie's flesh, tearing it into pieces, and spitting it onto the ground.Cindy's conscience lingered. "Jojo, taking someone's life... That's not right, is it? Besides, your brother already hurt her once. It's miraculous that she survived. You should...""Are you my mom or hers?" Jodie seethed with anger.Cindy trembled, attempting to placate. "Of course, I'm your mom. You're my dear daughter!""Then help me with this!"Cindy shrugged, hesitant to say more.From their dining spot, they observed the hotel entrance across the street.At that moment, Maisie, Daniel, and Wilfred emerged from the hotel.The trio stood outside, conversing, each adorned with a radiant smile.Maisie was close
"Only Morpheus and Sephy aren't like that. They respect and understand me. Sephy told me once, 'One's appearance doesn't indicate anything. A clean heart is what truly matters!'"Rebecca chuckled dismissively."You're a psychologist, yet you fail to grasp this," Wynn said coldly. "Actually, I pity you. You could have stepped out, yet you insist on dwelling on the trivialities."Morpheus has psychological barriers, a consequence of returning from the battlefield. No one has cured his PTSD except Sephy... It shows that a true psychologist is never just a title."What truly heals everything is love!"-One particular morning a year later, sunlight streamed through sheer cream curtains onto the floor.Persephone was sound asleep when she suddenly felt something pressing down on her... Then, Morpheus' strong arms wrapped around her slender waist. She drowsily opened her eyes to find him sealing her lips with heated kisses.Over the year, his kissing skills had improved, and Persepho
With Morpheus' involvement, the police didn't slack off and quickly found Rebecca.That day, Rebecca was preparing to escape from a small port. The boat she had found was an illegally operating one.As she was about to board, piercing sirens sounded nearby.The boat owner, enraged upon hearing the sirens, grabbed Rebecca by her hair and pushed her into the water.Rebecca screamed for help, but he roared, "I didn't expect you to be sent by the cops!""I'm not..." Rebecca choked on water. "Sir, let's leave now. Your boat is fast. As long as we reach the open sea, no one will catch you!""Dream on!" The boat owner wanted to strangle her. "Do you not understand? These sirens are from the royal guards! Who did you bitch provoke?"Rebecca was dumbfounded. Being a foreigner, she naturally didn't understand the local affairs in the Southeast Aciatic region.The police and royal guards quickly caught up, armed, and surrounded them.Rebecca turned pale and trembled all over, her gaze gr
"You had no choice on the battlefield."Persephone looked at him with her crystal eyes. There was a magical power in them. Even if a devil was tearing him apart, her eyes would always bring him back to light.She smiled and caressed his cheek. "Though you killed your father, you saved the country.""Do you really… think so?"She nodded. "You're not at fault. He was the one who made a mistake. You were just fulfilling your job as a general to protect the country."But I also understand that he's your father who brought you up, after all. You guys must have had happy days before that happened, right?"Morpheus held his head low in silence."You did well as the protector of the country," she said softly. "But as a son, you can secretly pay homage to him."Persephone held his hand. "Reconcile with your father, Morpheus. You'll also reconcile with yourself by doing that, okay?"He was stunned for a long time and felt a lump in his throat.-Morpheus stayed with Persephone in the
"No way!" Christopher smirked, glancing at Morpheus. "To him, you're his only princess! I just got lucky for the princess carry, thanks to you!""Yeah, at least you're self-aware!" Persephone nodded, rubbing her chin."We've known each other for so long! What kind of person do you think I am?" Christopher laughed. "I can be a bit shameless at times, but..."But upon learning that the one she loved was the unbeatable god of war, he willingly stepped back, offering his blessings with a smile."Okay, okay. You two stop crowding around me!" Christopher waved his hand. "Sephy needs more rest, and I'd like to get some more sleep, too! Once we heal, let's go out and have some fun together!""You're still thinking about fun?" Morpheus' deep voice intervened with a wry smile. "With the factory explosion incident, the royal family is furious and will thoroughly investigate it. Many people will probably be coming to talk to you both in the next few days. After all, you two are the most direc
"Let's get out first!""Hey, wait..." Persephone pointed to the other side.In moments of life and death, it wasn't appropriate to laugh, but Morpheus still chuckled. The young Prince Christopher was sprawled on the floor in a very ridiculous pose, and they almost forgot about him!"Don't worry," Morpheus whispered. "I won't let anything happen to him."He had Persephone cling to his back and then carried Christopher.Christopher was a tall fellow, so it took some effort to carry them both to a safe place.Fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars rushed in. Their sirens pierced the sky, startling a flock of birds.The fire was soon extinguished, and Persephone and Christopher received timely treatment. Luckily, their burns weren't too severe, and even more fortunately, their faces were unharmed.When Christopher woke up, he felt bandages wrapped around his head, and his skin had a burning sensation. His heart sank, and he was almost on the verge of tears."Tell me the truth! A
There was fire everywhere. Flames rushed toward Persephone like menacing dragons. Her consciousness grew increasingly blurred, but the searing pain coursing through her body became clearer. She struggled to get up, the agony almost unbearable.Despite several attempts, it was futile...Something was pinning her feet down, and stones kept falling on her. She couldn't even muster a shout.Many images flashed through her mind in that fleeting moment, each frame featuring Morpheus' face…She remembered the times they had spent together in Flinge, how he had initially distanced himself from her, then later had exerted every effort to protect her. She recalled how he would gently ruffle her hair and call her "silly goose"..."Morpheus, I'm afraid I might have to go first..."The fire grew fiercer, explosions resonated continuously, and she could no longer hold on.Christopher, who was nearby, wasn't any better.Amidst the roaring flames, he couldn't see anything clearly, only pulling
"No need, you can go back first." Morpheus glanced at him. "I'll wait here for her a little longer.""Prince Christopher wouldn't do anything to Ms. Hamerton...""Alfred, what are you thinking?" Morpheus couldn't help but chuckle. "I know exactly what Christopher is like, but I just want to wait here for Sephy. Christopher mentioned that she'd specifically designed these fireworks for me. Hah! I'm the useless one. I don't even dare to go inside and take a look.""Sir, don't say that.""If I wait here, will it count as accompanying her in her efforts?"Alfred nodded.Morpheus smiled and sent Alfred back. He continued waiting under the tree.The air in Southeast Aciatic was hot and humid. The shade of the banyan tree offered some relief, but it couldn't completely dispel the oppressive heat.Morpheus took a deep breath, about to move elsewhere, when he glimpsed a suspicious figure swiftly darting through the factory's side gate.The security at the side gate was lax, making it e
Christopher struggled to swallow the bite of the sandwich in his mouth for what seemed like ages. He gazed at Persephone, his mind wandering back…He didn't just know Morpheus. He had been close since childhood to the children of the two prominent military families in Southeast Aciatic.Compared to the Harrises, he preferred visiting the Ortons, especially when he got to spend time with Morpheus. He considered Morpheus a friend, a brother even, having engaged in countless mischief together, much to their parents' dismay.In his memory, Morpheus was someone who smiled a lot, radiating warmth and brightness like the Southeast Aciatic sun when he did.However, from the moment Kaiden betrayed the country, Morpheus never smiled again, gradually growing distant from Christopher as well.It wasn't until that evening at the gates of the palace that Christopher felt like it had been a lifetime."I... I don't know him." Christopher forced a smile. "Where would I have met your boyfriend!"
Morpheus wasn't just an ordinary person!Christopher wholeheartedly accepted his defeat to Morpheus."Then... I'd like to invite you to come over to my place for a while as a friend. That's fine, right?"-A few days later, Persephone finally ran into Christopher, who had been missing in action for days, in the classroom."Hey, you finally showed up!" She dashed over, plopping down in the seat beside him and handing him breakfast. "You haven't eaten, right? Let's eat together!"Usually, Christopher would readily accept, but he waved his hands now. "No, no, no!""What's wrong?" Persephone widened her eyes. "This breakfast isn't poisoned!"Christopher awkwardly smiled. "You have a boyfriend, so maybe... we should keep some distance."Persephone burst into laughter. Then she remarked, "Strange... Morpheus was right!""Uh, what?""My boyfriend!" She chuckled. "He made this breakfast. I asked if he could also make a portion for you, and he said sure, just worried you wouldn't tak