Julie was beside her when the call ended. She asked, “Mother, what’s wrong? What did Queenie say? Are they staying outside?” “Yeah. They are already resting.” Julie carefully sized up Madam Stockton’s expression. She furrowed her brows and said, “Why didn’t John say anything about it?” “Hmph! John is bedazzled by that woman again. Of course, she’s badmouthing me in front of my son!” “I’m sure she won’t, Mother. Even if Sherry did say something, John is still your son, your own blood. He won’t abandon you.” “He won’t abandon me, alright, but look at how many days has it been? Ever since I brought Sherry’s parents here, I didn’t even get the chance to see Caprice, let alone hold her!” The more Madam Stockton thought about it, the angrier she was. “It’s the weekend! They are off work, and they could've stayed home with Caprice. I thought I could spend some time with my granddaughter, but they just had to go out and spend the night outside! UGH!” Madam Stockton exhaled strongly
Isabel and Flint also went back to their parents whereas Queenie went over to Sherry. Only Caprice remained clinging to Liam’s sleeve. The parents of both children looked at them. The girl was having a hard time leaving the boy. John furrowed his brows momentarily and then curved his lips into a smile. He said softly, “Caprice, Liam has to go back to Westchester with his family. We should go home as well.” Caprice pouted. Her expression turned sour, and she hugged Liam tightly, burying her face into his chest. John was left speechless. Sherry lips twitched helplessly. She said, “Caprice, Liam has to go back with his family. It’s getting late, so it’s time to let him go. I’ll bring you to Westchester to visit him when we have the time, okay?” Caprice looked up at her mother, but her hands remained around Liam’s waist. Sherry looked at her gently. Caprice pursed her lips for a while before her eyes turned wet. Sherry got nervous, and so was John. Even Sylvia, Odell, a
John pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the tears and snot off the girl’s face. Then, he stared at Sherry’s chest. Sherry flushed. “What are you looking at?” John wickedly grinned and narrowed his eyes. “Do you want me to wipe it off for you?” Caprice’s weeping had left tears and snot on Sherry’s chest. Sherry glared at him. “No thanks!” She then carried Caprice into the car. John chuckled and followed them inside. Queenie captured the little interaction from the side and pursed her lips. She was the last one to get into the car. …During the quiet journey back, Caprice fell asleep due to exhaustion from all the weeping. Her adorable face leaned onto Sherry’s chest quietly as she was soundly asleep. Sherry smiled gently while she stared at the girl. John looked at her with a smile. His gaze switched from her to Caprice, and then from Caprice to her. The car finally arrived at the Stocktons' residence. Queenie was the first one to get out of the car when they reach
Sherry then went inside the house, and Jason followed. Madam Stockton noticed there was no one else in the front yard, so she came out and walked back to her own place. A few steps later, she saw Julie waiting for her at the corner. Julie smiled and said, “Mother, I heard John came back with Ms. Fowler and Caprice. Are you here to see them?” Madam Stockton’s expression turned frosty and said with annoyance, “Indeed, I saw them.” Julie went up to her and said out of concern, “Then, why are you walking back?” Madam Stockton did not want to tell Julie that she was almost exposed for watching from afar, so she simply said, “Caprice was sleeping, so I came back.” Julie’s eyes flickered. “What about John? What did he and Ms. Fowler say to you?” Madam Stockton did not even meet him. If Sherry had not badmouthed her in front of John, the mother-and-son relationship would not be this tense, and she would not need to peek from afar just to have a glance at Caprice. The thought
Sherry furrowed her brows. “What are you trying to do?” John took off his jacket and shoes. He sat down on the other side of the bed and picked up a book to read. Sherry blushed. Her eyes flickered. John’s silence clearly stated that she was overthinking. A while later, Sherry’s eyes closed and she dozed off. When she woke up, the sky was still dark, but she was alone in the room. John and Caprice were gone. She got up and went outside. Then, she saw John and Caprice sitting on the couch in the living room. John was sipping on tea while Caprice’s chubby body leaned on him. The girl was holding his phone while having a video call with Liam, who had just gotten home, with a wide grin. Caprice hummed a reply at the screen and then said, “Liam, bye-bye.” Liam pursed his lips. “Bye.” The video call ended. Caprice’s smile remained widened as she returned the phone to John. While he pocketed his phone, Sherry came over and carried the little girl into her arms. “Ca
Caprice answered in her adorable voice, “Grandma.” Sherry smiled. “It’s been days since you last see her. Do you miss her?” Caprice honestly shook her head. Sherry’s lips twitched helplessly momentarily. “But Grandma misses you. Why don’t you go in and visit her?” Caprice hesitated for a moment before he said, “Okay.” Sherry put her down and added, “Caprice, go have dinner with Grandma. When you’re done, Mommy will come to pick you up.” Caprice furrowed her brows. “Mommy is not going in together with me?” “I have something else to do, so I can’t go in with you. Go on, Grandma is going to be really happy when she sees you,” Sherry said as she stroked the girl’s head. Caprice pursed her lips. “Mm-hmm…” She moved her tiny legs and slowly waddled inside. Sherry hid behind the gate and watched the girl go in. A few steps later, one of the older servants who served Madam Stockton came running out. A closer look later, the servant screamed excitedly into the house, “Madam,
Her concerned expression was immediately replaced by a delightful smile. She hugged Caprice and pointed at the table with toys and snacks. “Caprice, which snack do you want? Or which toy do you want to play with?” Caprice shook her head. “You don’t want to play or eat?” Caprice nodded and hummed a reply. “Then, tell me what you want. Even if you want the stars from the sky, I’ll get you one right away!” Caprice opened her mouth. “I’m hungry. I want to eat.” Madam Stockton choked for a moment before she burst out in laughter. This would be the first in many days since she felt this happy. The servant also smiled when she saw Madam Stockton laugh. “I’ll tell the kitchen to serve dinner right away.” “Tell them to prepare Caprice’s favorite.” “I understand.” …Sherry pocketed both her hands as she returned to her own place. John was still on the couch when she came in, and when he noticed Caprice was not with her, he asked, “Where’s Caprice?” “At your mother’s.”
Madam Stockton held Caprice in her arms by the table and fed the girl herself. The girl was not picky but was a slow eater. Though the slower she ate, the more time Madam Stockton could spend with her. Caprice’s adorable look when she chewed melted the old lady’s heart and made her grin widen. It was then that Julie came in. She wanted to have dinner with Madam Stockton and checked on her condition. Given her understanding of Madam Stockton, the old lady must be sulking and refusing to have dinner. Maybe with a little more push, she could urge the old lady to think of a way to chase Sherry out of the house tonight. She came in with a grin, but when she heard Madam Stockton speaking happily and gently, she was stunned. “Good girl, Caprice. Here, have more.” Julie’s expression froze when she saw Caprice in Madam Stockton’s arms. ‘Why is the girl here alone?! Why did John leave her here!?’ Before she could connect her questions to answers, Madam Stockton noticed her. Mad
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