Once the door closed, Tracey buried her face in her palms and cried out loud. ‘Arthur, I really, really like you… ‘Why can’t you try to like me back? What does your crush have that I don’t?’ Tracey sank to her knees. Her arms wrapped around her body as sadness washed over her. … Back at Royal View Villa, Blair yielded to Mable’s repeated demands and took a nap at home. Blair woke up, feeling recharged after catching up on some sleep. That night, Blair intended to take a trip back to the Fowler Residence. Mable knew that the trip would entail Blair asking about his birth. She wanted to go with him, but Blair would not let her. Blair said, “I won’t be long. Just wait for me at home.” Mable clearly had something on her mind. Blair understood she was worried about him, so he held her and offered words of comfort. “Now, now. I will be fine. Even if something happens to me, my girlfriend is amazing. She will come to my rescue.” That reminded Mable. She fished out Blai
Tracey had a first-aid kit at home. Mable took her temperature. It was at 101.3 degrees Fahrenheit. Mable made Tracey chicken soup before giving her something for the fever. “Have you been crying, Tracey?” Sitting by the bed, Mable observed Tracey’s puffy eyes and asked. Mable could tell Tracey was feeling down. Tracey was a cheerful girl, barely showing her low-spirited side. Tracey rubbed her eyes. Her voice was hoarse. “No. My eyes feel irritated from the cold, so I teared up.” Mable sighed and shuffled her hair. “Your eyes are puffy and swollen. Did you think I couldn’t tell?” Tracey pressed her lips tightly together, fighting back the sadness. Mable held her hand. “Did something happen?” Knowing that she could not hide her emotions from Mable, Tracey replied in a muffled voice, “It’s nothing, really. I told Arthur how I felt about him under the influence, and he turned me down. I just feel a little sad.” Mable was taken aback. She sighed to herself. No wonder T
Anthony stressed that he was the rightful son. Blair revealed no emotions. He paused and asked, “Does Grandpa know about you?” Anthony chuckled. “Of course, he does. Mom and Dad wouldn’t have come up with the plan to let me take the back seat if he hadn’t accepted me in the first place.” Blair frowned. His guess was right. Grandpa was aware of everything. It dawned on Blair why Grandpa held his hand at his deathbed, saying he had wronged him.At the time, Blair had thought his grandfather’s dying words were nothing more than delirious ramblings. Looking back, everything became clearer for Blair. Anthony studied Blair’s face, making sure not to miss his thoughts. He scoffed. “Blair, either way, you’re still Dad’s son. While he won’t leave you out of the will, know your place. He will not pass over Fowler Enterprise to you.” Blair crossed his legs and stared at him callously. “So you drugged me to make me lose control at Dad’s birthday celebration. You wanted to make h
As Blair looked at the couple he had called his parents for over two decades, his eyes grew distant. It seemed they had no intention of telling him about his birth. While Luke and Martha tried to keep the truth from Blair, Anthony took great pains to let him know. It was interesting. Blair was not hung up on the matter. Since they refused to come clean, he would not burst the bubble.Now was not the time. “I’m curious about one thing, Dad.” Blair paused before asking, “Did you bring Anthony back because I have a hereditary mental illness? Is he supposed to replace me because you don’t think I’m up for the job?”Luke glared at his son, looking ashen. He was furious because Blair was right on the money. “Now that you know, I’ll tell you straight that you’re not fit to run the company. With Anthony here now, I will show him the ropes. Once the time is right, he will take your place.” Blair smirked. “Dad, do you think you can sway my position in the company with your few
Anthony nodded in contemplation. “Any leads on the woman named Liv?” Robert recalled his subordinate’s report at the mention of Liv. “We have information on Liv, but—” …Blair got a message from Mable when he left the Fowler Residence. She asked if he was home. [I’m on my way back. Aren’t you home?]Blair texted back. Mable wrote, [I’m at Tracey’s place. She has a fever, so I’m staying the night with her.]Blair furrowed his brows at Mable’s reply. [Is it bad?][I gave her paracetamol. The fever should subside soon. Don’t worry.][I’ll be there in a bit.]Blair texted Mable and then dialed Kyle’s number. Kyle was in Yenea. Since it was daytime there, the call connected in no time. “Hello?” “Head to headquarters tomorrow and call for a meeting with high management. I also need you to bring some files back.” “What’s the meeting about? What files do you need?” Blair laughed. “The plan we talked about the last time.” “Huh?” Kyle hesitated for a moment and as
Tracey had… Mable stared at Tracey in disbelief while clutching the towel in hand. She shook with rage. The maid said Arthur dropped Tracey home yesterday afternoon. That meant the hickeys all over her body were… Tracey and Arthur had… The sound of a door opening echoed through the living room. Blair had probably arrived. Mable buttoned Tracey’s pajamas up immediately and tucked her under the covers. Then, she took a deep breath to calm herself before walking out of the bedroom. Blair was taking off his shoes in the hallway. “You’re here.” Mable walked over with a smile. Blair extended both arms to pull her into his embrace. “How is Trace?” “She has a cold. She’s asleep after taking some medicine.” Blair nodded and went to the bedroom with Mable to check on Tracey. Tracey was restless. She was mumbling in her sleep like she was having night terrors. Mable leaned closer to listen, and she heard Arthur’s name. She nudged Blair. “Come on out. We should let her
Although Mable and Blair were divorced, the household help knew that the couple would eventually get back together because Blair loved her so. Hence, the bodyguards and maids watched on the sideline as Mable beat Arthur up like a punching bag. No one dared come forth and stop her. It did not take long before Arthur was beaten black and blue. Tired of swinging punches, Mable yanked Arthur’s collar up against the tree and warned him. “Stay away from Tracey if you don’t like her, Arthur!” Mable then tossed him aside. With his head down, Arthur wiped away the blood stain near his lips in silence. Mable went upstairs to pack Blair’s and her pajamas before driving away from Royal View Villa. On the way back to Orchid Heights, Mable stopped at a pharmacy to get some cold medicine. She returned to Orchid Heights and opened the door to find Blair sitting on the living room sofa. He held a tablet in front of him, probably going through some documents. “You’re back.” “Yeah.”
Tracey jolted up anxiously. “You beat Arthur up? Why? How is he?” Mable looked sternly at Tracey. “You should know why I hit him.” Tracey pouted unhappily. “You beat him up because he rejected my love. It’s—” Mable cut her off, her tone harsh. “I saw the marks on your body when I wiped you down last night.” Tracey froze and clutched her collar. “Mabes, I—” Mable held Tracey by the shoulders and asked earnestly, “Tell me, Tracey. Did one thing lead to another after drinking, or did he force you?” Tracey lowered her head. She sounded husky and lost. “Don’t get the wrong idea, Mabes. Arthur didn’t force me. We were drunk, and I don’t know how we…” Mable sighed to herself and asked, “Did he say anything about owning up to his actions?” Tracey abruptly picked her head up. Her eyes reflected solemnness. “Mabes, Arthur doesn’t like me. If I make him date me, he will hate me. That’s not the love I’m looking for. “Besides, I’m partly to be blamed for what happened. I know he