Odell returned home shortly after leaving the office. By this hour, the madam and the children must have already had dinner. It was only Aunt Tonya and Sebastian chatting in the living room. Odell went upstairs. He could hear Flint and Isabel’s piercing shrieks and laughter coming from the game room. It did not seem like they were upset with their mother’s sudden absence. There could only be one reason that they would not become upset. Sylvia must have informed them about her departure. He shoved the door open. Inside the room, Isabel and Flint, whose faces were covered with tiny slips of paper, suddenly fell silent. The two kids looked up at their father silently. Liam, who was toying with a robot in his hand nearby, turned to him as well. Odell asked abruptly, "Did Mommy call you kids?” They stared at him without answering, their eyes like shining jewels. It seemed like they were caught off guard by his question and could not form an answer for sev
Upon returning to the room, Sylvia figured that the children were probably still awake. She sent pictures of the painting she drew today as well as some of the scenery she had taken on her phone to the group chat. Ding! Liam's picture popped up on her phone’s notification. She played the audio message, “Wow~ It’s so pretty~” Judging by the soft, enthusiastic cry, it must be Flint on Liam’s phone. It was quickly followed by Isabel’s curious voice, "Mom, why is there so much snow everywhere?" Sylvia grinned and replied, "It's winter here all year round so there’s snow all the time. It hardly has time to melt before a new pile of snow falls on top.” Isabel gasped, “Oh~” She suddenly asked, "Mom, didn’t you take pictures of yourself?” “Mommy, I miss you.” It was Flint on Liam’s phone again. Sylvia smiled and answered, "Mommy forgot to take pictures today. Why don’t I take one for you kids right now?” Flint continued hogging Liam’s phone. “Okay!” Sylvia appr
Several days passed. Over the last few days, Odell had been coming home earlier than usual. Sometimes, he would be home before the sun even went down. Perhaps he did not have much to do at work. It was also partly because Aunt Tonya and Sebastian had their hands full taking care of the three kids. With Sylvia absent and Madam Carter in her usual sickly state, Isabel and Flint demanded more attention than usual which meant Odell had to head home earlier. Fortunately, Liam was disciplined and independent as usual. It was barely evening today and Odell’s car was already parked in the driveway. He had only walked into the yard when he heard sharp shrieks coming from inside the living room. It was Flint running around and screaming. Isabel was chasing after him and screaming for him to stop running. Behind them were Aunt Tonya and Sebastian, imploring them to stop running around. Odell quickly armed into the living room and was greeted by the sight of Flint runnin
Aunt Tonya came this close to going up to Flint but was held back by Sebastian. Isabel scoffed with disdain, “Yeah, keep acting.” She sighed softly and followed it up with, “Forget it. I’ll forgive you since you’re my brother, I’ll let you off the hook this time.” Flint, who had reached the top of the stairway, suddenly turned around with a wide grin on his face. “Thank you Sister, you’re the best~” It looked like he was going to run down the stairs to give Isabel a big hug. Odell stopped him with a dry cough. Flint immediately scratched the idea and stared at Odell with a blank look on his face. Odell furrowed his brows and looked as fierce as always. “Go back to your room right now.” Flint complained sheepishly, “But… Sister already forgave me.” Odell would not be easily persuaded. “That has nothing to do with me, go to your room.” Flint made a big show of sighing exasperatedly before dragging his feet back to his room. Odell’s tense expression sudden
After dinner, Odell spent some time with his grandmother before going upstairs to put the three mischievous children to bed. Around ten o’clock, he finally returned to his and Sylvia’s bedroom. He got home before the clock even struck six today and somehow the time passed by without him noticing. He felt like he had barely done anything at all. He opened the door and stepped into the damning silence of the room, shored in darkness. There were no sounds at all except for the faint whisper of the wind blowing in through the windows left open. He reached for the switch and turned on the light. The bedroom was completely untouched since he had left for work earlier this morning. It was also uncomfortably cold. The bedroom seemed like a foreign space to him. It was nothing like when Sylvia was here with him. Back then, no matter what time he came home, he would step into a cozy room filled with warmth. He would take a deep breath and catch the scent of Sylvia inside
Sylvia was already out of town. Why was he heading home so early? Was it because he had three children at home? Upon realizing this, a look of awe surfaced in Shermaine’s eyes. She was wholly captivated by this man. Not only was he handsome like a prince and more capable than most men, but he was also a man who was loyal and dedicated to his family. She wagered that even if Odell happened to have the slightest bit of interest in her, his inbred sense of loyalty to his family would compel him to suppress his desire. She decided that she could no longer follow Aunt Ruth’s advice. So long as she remained passive, there would be no developments at all between them even if she waited for another year or two. With this in mind, she racked her brain and tried to come up with something. … Odell returned home. Liam and Isabel had come back from school as well. Flint was lying on the couch with Isabel. Both of them screwed their eyes onto their tablets. Isabel was w
Odell took two large gulps of tea and swallowed his bitterness along with the tea. Meanwhile, Madam Carter overheard Sylvia’s voice on the phone and joined in on the conversation. “Sylvia, you won’t believe how well Liam is doing at school. Isabel has been telling me that he always gets first place in every exam and competition he participates in. There have been several other schools in the district trying to get Liam to transfer over to their school. He’s very popular.” Odell felt his hand stiffening around the cup yet again. What? Why was this the first time he had heard about any of this at all? Sylvia smiled and answered jubilantly, "Grandma, I got a call from Liam's teacher two days ago as well. They’re telling me they want Liam to skip a grade." Madam Carter remarked with a proud smile, “That’s our boy Liam.” Sylvia echoed the same sentiment with a bright smile. “Certainly.” Flint chimed in, “Hurray, that’s my brother!” "..." They continued chatting fo
The problem was that he could not find the concentration to do anything at all, nor did he have the capacity to socialize with his peers. He would head to Sylvia’s workshop on the third floor and stay there with no specific purpose in mind. Sometimes he would sit there for hours on end. The only thing that preserved his sanity was thinking about how he would confront Sylvia when she finally returned home from her spontaneous getaway. At last, he had bided his time until the day when Sylvia was appointed to return. He had come up with dozens of approaches to confronting Sylvia by this point. It was only slightly past noon and he was already done with his work for the day and headed home. Aunt Tonya and Sebastian were playing hide-and-seek with Flint. Madam Carter was enjoying herself watching them play. When Odell returned home, he saw all of them hanging around in the living room but there was no sight of Sylvia. They were all rather astonished to see him returning
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