It was a quiet night, but Sylvia’s mind uncontrollably replayed the scene she saw at Odell’s office where Shermaine had leaned against his body. She did not want to dwell on the thought, but she could not help herself, even more so when he barely came home recently due to work, and it was his secretary that accompanied him day and night. Ding! She suddenly received a text on her phone. She picked it up, anticipating it to be the man, but it was actually a text from the teachers' group from the academy. She had been home for more than an hour now, and the man did not even bother to text her. Did he not bother to even explain himself anymore? Her eyes became watery again, but she rubbed them dry before she tossed her phone to the side and buried herself under the sheets. …At Carter Tower, the man had rested his eyes for quite some time after Sylvia left. After he got enough rest, he returned to his desk and continued his work. Shermaine was outside the door, peeking int
Shermaine scoffed. “Hmph. You say it as though you know him really well. If you really know him that well, why would he have fired you from the company back then, and why are you still staying abroad even now?” If she had not taken the initiative to approach him, Sylvia would not have bumped into them having intimate contact. It would not have aroused his urge to protect her and scold Sylvia either. Despite Ruth’s constant reminders, which started to get annoying, Shermaine obtained her funding and aid to escape poverty and acquire her current position. Therefore, she was in no position to talk back. With pursed lips, she replied, “I understand, Aunt Ruth. I’ll be careful.” …It was a sleepless night for Sylvia. When the sky started to turn bright, she got up. She washed up, changed into some fresh new clothes, and went to the kids’ room. The three of them were still in dreamland. They looked extra adorable when they were sleeping. She kissed each of them on the cheeks bef
The teachers who had signed up for the sketching trip arrived with their respective luggage. Sylvia joined the group and waited with them for Christopher and the bus to arrive. It was a quarter past noon, which was lunchtime for Liam and Isabel. She picked up her phone and called Liam. The call got through instantly. The little guy’s youthful but mature voice asked, “Yes, Mommy? What is it?” Sylvia smiled. “Liam, is Issy with you?” “Mommy, I’m here!” Isabel’s loud voice rang out through the phone. Sylvia smiled. “Liam, Issy, Mommy has an urgent job from the academy, and I have to be away for two weeks.” Liam simply hummed a reply. Isabel asked, “Mommy, where are you going?” “I’m going somewhere far away but the scenery is gorgeous. I'm going with the teachers from the academy, so don’t worry about me.” “Okay.” Sylvia continued, “You two must listen to Aunt Tonya while I’m away. Remember to go to school on time and sleep early. Got it?” “Got it.” “Don’t worry,
Odell’s expression shifted. He looked at Aunt Tonya and asked, “Aunt Tonya, where’s Sylvia?” Irritated, Aunt Tonya answered, “She’s not at home.” “Where is she?” “Go ask her yourself.” Aunt Tonya’s tone remained annoyed and irritated. Odell looked at Sebastian. “Uncle Sebastian?” Sebastian sighed. “Madam went on a trip with the teachers from the academy.” “What trip?” “I am not clear, but it seems like a sketching trip to somewhere far away. She’s away for two weeks.” Two weeks? Odell frowned. “When did she leave?” “Earlier today. An hour ago, she called Tonya and was probably on her way to her destination already.” Odell picked up his phone and called Sylvia. “The number you have dialed is currently busy…” It seemed like Sylvia's line was engaged.He then texted her on her social media. “Where are you now?” He tapped ‘Send’ but received a notification that the user had blocked him and that he could not send her messages.He felt disheartened. The woman ha
Ms. Johnson sighed and said helplessly, “You know about my husband cheating on me two years ago, don't you? I forgave him back then because of the kids, and I thought he would be better. Now, he's cheated on me again, so I confronted him. “He scolded me and shifted the blame on me. I’m so tired and exhausted, so I thought of coming out to take a fresh breath of air.” The person Ms. Johnson was confiding in was Ms. Kang, and she got upset as well. “What a prick! Men never change! He cheated, yet he thinks he did the right thing?” After venting her emotions, Ms. Kang continued, “What are you going to do next? Get a divorce?” “The kids are still young. He treats me poorly, but he’s quite good to the kids. I don’t know. My mind is in a mess now, and I need an escape. I’ll see what I can do after I get my head straight.” “Sounds like a plan. Don’t pressure yourself too much.” “I will.” Overhearing their conversation, a frown appeared on Sylvia's face. Odell had cheated on he
‘Fine. I’ll look for her when she’s calmed down.’ As he regained his cool composure, he got up and said, “Inform the departments that we are bringing next week’s weekly meeting ahead, and it will be in an hour at the main meeting room. Tell them to be prepared.” “Yes, sir.” Cliff nodded and went out. As soon as he stepped out of the office, he ran into Shermaine. Shermaine went up to Cliff and asked in a small voice, “Assistant Bogard, what’s wrong with Master Carter? I noticed the sour look on his face when he came up.” Cliff said, “Something happened to his family.” “His family? Is it because of Mrs. Carter?” Shermaine asked. Cliff was surprised by the insight. “How did you know?” Shermaine frowned and wore an apologetic look. “Yesterday night, I went in with a thermal flask and accidentally spilled water on him. I tried helping, but he suddenly stood up, and I accidentally fell onto him. Mrs. Carter came in and saw us…” Cliff furrowed his brows. “How can you be thi
Sylvia turned on her phone and realized that Isabel had created a chat group with herself, Liam, and Flint. Although Flint was still young and did not know how to use the chat function yet, he was probably dragged in by his sister to fill in the numbers. There were a ton of voice messages in the chat group already. Liam asked, “Mommy, have you landed?” Isabel reported, “Mommy, we went back to our room after dinner. We’re good kids.” Isabel then posted a picture of Flint eating dinner obediently. A while later, Isabel asked, “Mommy, did you and Daddy argue again? Flint said Daddy came home in the afternoon, and when he found out that you went on the trip, he got so angry.” Isabel then sent another voice message. “Yeah, yeah. He’s so angry. He stared at me too!” The adorable voice was obviously Flint's. Sylvia was amused by her kids. She replied with a voice message, “Mommy just landed a while ago, and we’re heading to the hotel.” She then took a picture of the night sc
The call was hung up within seconds. A dark look wiped across Odell’s face. He clicked “call” again and this time, it was an automated electronic voice that answered him, "The number you called is unavailable.” She must have blocked Cliff’s number as well. Was she completely done with him? Clack. He threw the phone on the table, picked up his jacket, and stepped out. Cliff grimaced feebly and retrieved his phone. Outside the door, Shermaine was at her station attending to her tasks. When she saw Odell marching out with a sullen look on his face, she hurriedly got up and asked with concern, “Master Carter, the dinner you ordered is on the way. Where are you going?" Odell ignored her and went straight into the elevator. Shermaine frowned. After a while, Cliff emerged from the office. She quickly turned to Cliff and asked, “Cliff, why did Master Carter leave so suddenly? Is he in a bad mood?” "Family problems.” Cliff glanced at the time and turned to her.
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