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
Sherry rolled her sleeves up and went out of the house. A while later, she arrived at Madam Stockton’s front yard. The gate remained open, but there was no one in sight, so she took the liberty to go up to the front door. She saw Madam Stockton happily feeding Caprice fruits. The girl basically ate everything her grandmother put in her mouth, and she looked adorable. Julie was also sitting opposite them. When the maid noticed Sherry’s arrival, she told Madam Stockton, “Madam, Ms. Fowler is here.” Both Madam Stockton and Julie turned to Sherry together. Caprice also saw her mother. Her eyes gleamed. She stopped eating and said, “Mommy…” Her tiny chubby hands reached out to Sherry, seemingly asking for a hug. Madam Stockton’s expression turned grim, and her brows furrowed. Julie caught her change in expression and her eyes flickered. She then smiled at Sherry and said, “Ms. Fowler, Caprice isn’t done eating. Why don’t you let her finish the fruits?” “I’m done,” Caprice
The old maid nodded. “She does seem a little strange to me.” Madam Stockton enquired further, “Can you tell me what you saw?” “If I do, please don’t get angry at me.” "Oh, don’t worry about inconsequential things like that. Just get it over with," Madam Stockton pressed her on. The old maid uttered discreetly, “What Ms. Weiss said to Ms. Sherry just now sounded like a threat no matter how you put it. If Ms. Sherry doesn’t do as Ms. Weiss says, would it be seen as a sign of disrespect? In the same vein, would it be seen as opposing your authority as well?” Madam Stockton seemed very intrigued by this. “You make a good point. Julie said something very interesting back there, and it took me a moment to fully understand what she was trying to imply.” “It was a good thing you stepped in back there. Judging by Mrs. Sherry’s temper, it wouldn’t surprise me if she made the situation worse.” Madam Stockton almost seemed offended by this remark. "I only did that so my grandd
They bumped into Queenie on the way out. Upon being told that they were going shopping, Queenie immediately volunteered to join them. Since it would be rude to not take her along, Sherry obliged. They arrived at a famous shopping district in Glanchester. Sherry brought her card with her and braced herself for a wild shopping spree with Caprice. They bought clothes, jewelry, and all sorts of toys that Caprice liked. Queenie was a shopaholic herself as well. They were not done with shopping even when it was past noon, but the car was already loaded to the brim with their hauls for the day. Finally, they decided they had enough and went home. On the way home, Caprice sat between Sherry and Queenie and was jovially fiddling with a new doll that Sherry had bought for her while munching on a pack of snacks. She seemed like the most satisfied out of the trio. Even when the car stopped at their residence, she was still nibbling on the same pack of snacks. The car
She approached Queenie and Madam Stockton. Madam Stockton was focused solely on Caprice and did not acknowledge her. Julie turned to Queenie with a smile, “Queenie, didn't you just come back from shopping with Sherry? Why is it just you and Caprice? Where is Sherry?” Queenie informed her, "Sherry said she has some work to do.” Julie had a strange reaction and commented, "What's the matter with her? How could she just leave Caprice behind?” Queenie frowned. She felt that Julie was being unfair and immediately spoke up for Sherry, “What do you mean by that? She entrusted Caprice to me and Mother, didn’t she?” Madam Stockton seemed to have overheard what Julie said as well, which was evident by her darkening expression. Julie hurriedly explained, “No, I'm not saying that you two cannot take good care of Caprice. I just can’t help but notice the difference between Sherry and John. John always keeps Caprice by his side at all times while Sherry seems like she doesn’t mind
Julie greeted him warmly, “Welcome home, John.” John flashed a quick smile at her, then he walked past her and marched straight for Caprice. "Daddy…" Caprice chirped and put her arms out toward him. John obliged and took her into his arms. He looked around and asked, "Where's your Mommy?” Julie informed, “Sherry said she has work to do." Madam Stockton glanced at her. Queenie spoke up, "Brother, we just got back from a shopping trip with Caprice. Sherry wanted to let Caprice spend more time with Mother, so she entrusted Caprice to us.” John turned to Madam Stockton. Madam Stockton did not know what to say. She was reluctant to show any form of goodwill toward Sherry, but she was not going to refute what Queenie had said since it was the truth. John smiled and let it be, "Caprice misses me, so I'll be taking her for now.” With that, he walked away. Queenie followed him into the house. Madam Stockton remained planted in the same spot. She wore a linger
The old maid shifted with suspicion and asked in a low voice, “Has she been whispering many things in your ears since you were upset two days ago?” Madam Stockton seemed to have made the connection and was stunned. The maid knew that Madam Stockton finally recognized what was happening at last. She sighed and expressed, "Madam, if my suspicions are correct, she is trying to drive a wedge between you and Ms. Sherry. She wants you two to claw at each other's throats.” Madam Stockton was puzzled by this. “Why is she doing that? I already dislike Sherry enough as is. I don’t need her help to dislike her more.” Although it was true that things were becoming more amiable between her and Sherry over the last two days, she never said anything about completely opening herself up to Sherry either. The old maid considered for a while then suggested, "Could she be doing this so you would be angered enough to try to drive Ms. Sherry out of the house?” Madam Stockton was baffled by
John stated bluntly, “I’m in a bad mood.” “And what kind of reason is that for tripping me?” John smiled and explained as if it was the most natural thing in the world, "Because you’re the reason for my bad mood.” Sherry was at a loss for words. She barely knew what to say as anger rushed to her head and remained there. After a while, she took a deep breath, then without any warning, charged straight at him. She was going to murder him! Just when it seemed like she would tackle him with all her weight, John suddenly dodged to the side and vanished behind the door. Sherry tackled nothing but the air, her body continued to swing forward due to the momentum. She was going to crash hard against the floor. Moments before she crashed against the floor, she felt someone pulling her back and saving her from a fall. She was yanked backward by this opposing force and swung into John’s chest with a loud ‘thump’. Her head felt dizzy. She raised her head just in time t
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