The mother cried louder and harder, even begging to stop the delivery process. However, her husband and mother continued to soothe her with sweet and calming words. The man and the elderly lady were comforting another woman, yet Sherry felt like those words were for her. It soothed her anxiety and pain, but it did not stop her tears from pouring out. Matthew and Janine’s faces flashed in her mind for some reason. She believed that her parents were more worried about Shannon being in prison than her giving birth. Even if they knew she was pregnant, they would only call her a shameless woman. The contractions continued to torment her. She took a deep breath and placed her hand on her belly. She could feel the baby coming out, but the contractions seemed to be a little more violent than what other pregnant women went through. Could the baby know the father was not around, hence it was throwing a tantrum during delivery? Tears continued to stream out of her eyes. Sherry start
Odell lifted the cup and took a sip of tea without a word. John frowned intently and asked, “Has something happened to Sherry?” “I don’t know," Odell said without any change in his expression John's eyes gleamed with iciness for a brief instant. He remarked with a soft chuckle, “Master Carter, I believe there are many more opportunities for us to work together in the future. You, of all people, should know that since you are a successful businessman just like me.” Odell remained silent. John adjusted his approach and stated, "I'm not going to force you to tell me where Sherry is. All I want to know is how she’s doing currently, and if something bad has happened to her. Could you tell me that at least?” Odell peered into his eyes, "She's fine. Nothing’s going to happen to her.” “Is that so?” John asked with a marked squint, “Then, why did Mrs. Carter look so frantic when she rushed out back then?” “This is all I can tell you.” Odell set down the cup of tea with the
"Sure." Sylvia handed the baby to her with a smile, then she took Isabel with her and left. After they left, Sherry lifted her shirt and put the baby to her body. The baby stopped crying after that. Sherry beheld the baby’s pink and rosy cheeks and how satisfied she looked. Instantly, she smiled tenderly at the beautiful sight. … Sylvia and Isabel stayed there until past noon. She was going to stay here for two more days, but Sherry insisted on her hiding again. She said that the obstetric nurses could take care of her well enough. With that, Sylvia left with Isabel, deciding that she would come to visit Sherry again the next morning. After half an hour’s drive, the car swerved into a familiar district and parked in front of the house. Sylvia and Isabel stepped out of the car and walked into the house hand in hand. To her surprise, John was still there. The pair of father and son, Odell and Liam, were both reading in the living room. John was sitting on the othe
It was obvious that John had not given up on Sherry. From that day onward, Sylvia always made sure to instruct Jacob to take another route every time she went to Sherry. She took special care to avoid heading down the route where she saw John’s men last time. The days passed by without trouble. Eventually, Sherry was discharged from the hospital and went to a confinement center near the hospital. One particular morning, Sylvia took a car to the confinement center as usual. However, the traffic was significantly worse today since there was a newly opened shopping mall in the area. There were a lot of cars on the road and traffic was heavy. They were only two hundred meters away from the confinement center, and traffic was at a standstill. After waiting more than ten minutes without moving even an inch, she lost her patience and decided that it would be easier to get out of the car and walk to the confinement center. She stepped out of the car with a set of new clothes
"Understood.” … Several days later, in the confinement center at Westchester, it was slightly past noon, the perfect time for a nap. Sherry had just fed Caprice and then taken a quick nap with her. For some reason, she suddenly woke with fright after a very brief nap, and she found herself drenched in sweat when she woke. She sat up and anxiously looked at her daughter, Caprice. The adorable girl was sleeping soundly, her eyes zipped into two lines, and she seemed perfectly at peace. Sherry breathed a sigh of relief and gently took Caprice into her arms. The postpartum nurse, who was tasked by Sylvia to look after Sherry, noticed this and quickly approached Sherry and asked in concern, "Miss Sherry, is everything okay? Did you have a nightmare?” "No, I don't know what that was about either. Maybe I just had too much to eat today," Sherry remarked with a smile and told the nurse, “Why don’t you go get some rest as well? I’ll take care of Caprice myself.” “Alri
"Probably not. Look after the kids and make sure they sleep early. You should sleep early as well.” Odell pulled a face and stayed silent. Sylvia bent over and planted a kiss on his lips, then she asked, “Did you hear me?” He smiled softly. “I got it. Don't worry." She then exchanged a few words with the children before heading out. She had only just left the house when Odell turned to the children and commanded sternly, "Go back to your room." Isabel pouted and complained, "It's only eight o'clock!” It was nowhere near bedtime yet. Odell approached her and effortlessly picked her up in one hand, then he carried Flint, who was rolling around on the floor. At last, he turned to Liam and asked in an authoritative voice, "Liam?" Liam closed the book he was reading. “Yeah.” With that, all three children were escorted into their room. After shutting the door, he instructed Aunt Tonya, "Aunt Tonya, I have something I need to deal with, so I’ll leave the child
Sherry carefully balanced Caprice in one arm and dug her phone out with her free hand. It was a message from Sylvia that read: “Sherry, Grandma is missing and nobody knows where she is. I don’t think I’ll be able to pick you up tomorrow morning. Could you go back with Aunt Wanda and Ben? Call me if you have anything.” Sherry frowned upon reading this and sent a reply: “Hey Syl, don't worry about me. Grandma is more important. I’ll take care of myself.” There was no reply from Sylvia after that. She must be wholly occupied with trying to find Madam Carter. Sherry set her phone aside with a worried look on her face. Madam Carter was in her twilight years and on top of her frail legs, she was also suffering from dementia. She prayed that nothing bad would befall upon the old lady. She sat on the bed and looked at the night sky outside. She could not fall asleep. Caprice would wake up every two or three hours and ask to be fed so Sherry barely got any rest all night. S
"Thank you." John stepped toward the elevator after briskly thanking the receptionist. Peter and a crew of bodyguards immediately followed after him. The elevator door opened and John went inside. It took him to the sixth floor. Meanwhile, inside a medical ward located on the second floor of the building where Sherry was having her postpartum checkup. The doctors had just finished up and she was preparing to leave when a young nurse ran into the ward. She was here to gossip. “I heard them mentioning that there was this man that looked like a supermodel who had just come here. He had a whole group of men with him and mentioned something about coming here to pick up his wife who had a bit of a fallout with him. He’s super handsome and charismatic. They said that he threw a ten million dollar check on the receptionist's table!’ “Oh my god, you’re kidding!” "..." A group of young nurses flocked together to gossip about the mysterious man. Even the medical staff a
She was her usual self in every aspect. She put her heart into her job and never started trouble so long as nobody tried to start trouble with her. The crew cycled through their locations during their shoot. The constant travel made her skin break out slightly, but there were no other concerns otherwise. The shoot progressed very smoothly and within three months, they managed to wrap up everything at the mountainous region previously mentioned. It was nearly evening when they wrapped up the shoot. Holding a bouquet in hand, she took a group picture with the crew and celebrated with everyone. After that, she planned to hitch a ride with another crew member and leave for home. To their demise, some men in uniform who claimed to be the road maintenance technicians showed up to break the bad news to them. They mentioned that they had to repair some of the roads urgently and so the way home was temporarily obstructed. The director took his phone and called the city hotline fo
He remembered his first meeting with Isabel. She was sitting all by herself on the floor, in the middle of nowhere. Her vulnerable expression only made her more endearing. So, he managed to get her to go to his place and installed her in his home. He fell for her and paid careful attention to all her needs. It did not take long before Isabel caught feelings for him as well. The two of them got together in no time. Their days were plain and ordinary, but also very fulfilling, that was until he met Clarice. With the help of his father, his power struggle with Roland had reached a tipping point. It was at that opportune moment when Clarice’s father saw something in Roland and planned to wed his daughter Clarice to him to join up their families, which was a cause for alarm for Decker. He stressed over it for an entire night before approaching Clarice himself the very next day. Clarice quickly caught feelings for him as well. Furthermore, Roland had been foolish enough to reject
Decker was smiling quite earnestly at Isabel. Isabel threw a deeply suspicious look at him, then she glanced at the stack of documents laid out on top of the table in front of her. “Transferal of Shares.” She was dumbfounded. "I've gone through the contract, it’s safe to sign so go ahead.” Roland picked up a pen and handed it to her. "Roland, I..." "Sign it first, I’ll explain when we get home.” Isabel frowned and tried to protest. "I—" "Don't make me have to beg." Isabel did not know how to respond. Fine. She briefly scanned through the contract. The contract stated Decker’s agreement to transfer the remaining forty percent of his shares in Rockwell Corporation to her. Roland must have talked to the shareholders of Rockwell Corporation about this as well. They all regarded Isabel with polite smiles. Isabel had flipped through the final page of the document. She signed her name on one of the marked-out sections. She proceeded to sign all thr
They ended the call shortly after that. Isabel glanced at Martha and was hesitating if she should break the news right away. Martha seemed to have sensed her staring and suddenly turned to her with a flash of concern. "Isabel, what's wrong?" Isabel took a deep breath and broke the news. "Auntie, Master Rockwell just passed away." Martha's eyes widened. After a lengthy silence that lasted more than ten seconds, she started to break out in tears. She covered her face with her hands and expressed amid bouts of tears mixed with laughter, “Wonderful! About time! I hope he enjoys life in the underworld. God knows that someone like him will never deserve a spot in heaven!” Isabel did not know whether she should celebrate with Martha or console her. Soon, Martha began to collect herself. She briefly wiped away her tears and joyfully took Isabel's hand. "Isabel, let’s go shopping! I’m in such a good mood today, I’m going to go on a shopping spree!” "Okay. But Roland w
Isabel held onto Roland's hand firmly during the entire drive home after leaving the hospital. It was because Roland’s hands were cold and rigid. Isabel sat with him and tirelessly rubbed his hand to keep them warm. After one hand was warm, she would shift her attention to the other. By the time she managed to warm the other hand, the original hand would turn cold again. She decided it was easier to take both of his hands and caress them with the warmth of her palms. Roland looked at her with a gentle glow deep within his eyes. “Thank you, Isabel,” he said softly. Thank you for loving him, and for sticking by his side all this time despite circumstances. Isabel smiled. “I’m just warming your hands, it's no big deal. Still, you’re welcome." Roland smiled faintly and left it at that. Soon, his hands began to warm up off of the heat of Isabel’s palms. When Isabel felt that his hands were no longer freezing, she prepared to pull her hand away. That was when
Decker looked nothing like his usual self. The pompous, arrogant man who held himself far above others and who expected everyone around him to kiss up to him because he was superior to them all. It was as if he had been plunged not only to Earth but a pile of swamp. He had completely lost his usual grace. Isabel said crossly, "Decker, have you gone mental? Is everything going on too much for you?” “Yeah, could you help me?” he said with a coy smile, “Just one hug should be enough to take care of it all.” Isabel rolled her eyes. Without warning, he suddenly braced himself and lunged right at Isabel, stepping past Brandon who was caught off guard by this sudden attack. Isabel barely had time to react. Just when it seemed like his hand was about to graze Isabel, a long pair of arms seized Isabel from behind and jerked her backward. It was swiftly followed by a long, muscular leg shooting outward right next to Isabel. Thump! Decker was kicked to the ground.
"How did you and Roland meet?" Decker suddenly asked. Isabel turned away, fully intent on ignoring him. "Did you meet each other at Carter Corporation? Or did you meet him outside of work and gradually fell in love with him, then you decided to set him up with a position at Carter Corporation?” What did he mean by that? Was he insinuating that Roland was relying on her to snake his way into Carter Corporation? She threw a sideways, belittling look at him. "Do you think Roland is anything like you? He wouldn’t latch on another woman to further his goals.” Decker was not upset by this as he continued with a smug smile. "Oh? Then how did he get into Carter Corporation?" “He proved his worth.” Isabel realized that she had been roped in by Decker again. Nevertheless, she continued, “He passed the interviews himself. I was one of the interviewers and initially planned to dismiss him, but he managed to leave a very good impression on my father and the rest was history.” "
"I never meant to kill him! Roland, you have to believe me. Why would I still try to deceive you when I’m in this state?” “In that case, you can go ahead and explain things to him in the afterlife.” Master Rockwell was taken aback by this, his demeanor tightened. "You...you..." Roland looked at him calmly. "Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. It was Grandma and my parents who raised me. They instilled morals and virtue into me and made sure I’d grow into a decent man.” Master Rockwell was briefly relieved to hear this, but before he could rid himself of his trepidation, Roland continued in a dark voice, "But I won’t forget about you and Decker bribing all those media outlets to defame Isabel. I know you manipulated the stock prices to try to kick me out of the corporation. I’ll make sure to settle our score through the legal system.” If convicted guilty, they would have to rot in prison. “Roland… listen to me, Roland. Decker is your uncle. If you want revenge, you can come
Master Rockwell must have heard their shifting movements and opened his eyes. When he recognized the faces of Roland and Isabel, there was a brief glow in his murky eyes. He motioned to the nurse to have her help him sit up from the bed. After he managed to position himself seated up against the head of the bed, he asked the nurse to leave. Then he cast a loving, tender smile on Roland and Isabel. “Roland, Isabel, please have a seat.” Roland said disinterestedly, "We have things to get to, just hurry up and tell us what you have to say." Isabel stayed silent. A look flashed in Master Rockwell's eyes. Then, he turned to Isabel and expressed regretfully, "Isabel, I’m a foolish old man, it was me who told Decker to leak pictures of you two. He had no choice because I forced him to do so. If you have to blame someone, blame me!” Isabel frowned. She was somewhat impressed by how smoothly the old man switched his mask from one to another. From a forlorn and sad state t