The contents of the lunch box produced an aromatic smell that managed to seep out of it while remaining closed. For some reason she could not quite put her finger on it, Sherry could not find the appetite to eat although she would have killed for even a bite of food several days ago. Upon noticing her reluctance, Carl assumed that she was too tired to even open the box. He diligently pried off the lid for her. It was a delicately packed lunch box with a wide assortment of dishes ranging from braised chicken feet, pork belly, chicken wings, and more delicacies. Marbles of fat glistened underneath the light, demanding to be eaten while it was still hot. Sherry glanced at the food with a blank expression and hesitated to make a move. Carl frowned and tried to hide his discontent. “What’s with that look? I waited in line for half an hour to buy this for you. Won’t you have a bite?” Sherry nodded weakly and grunted. Carl remained silent. His expression darkened fo
Only the supporting pillars of the structure remained standing. John was worried about Caprice wandering in there. What if one of these columns collapsed just as the child was passing by? He suddenly came to a stop. Caprice was leading him by his hand and stopped as well. She turned back to her father with a confused expression. John spoke softly, “It’s not safe, we can’t get closer, let’s just stand here and watch from a distance.” Caprice was slightly disappointed to hear this, but she was a very well-mannered child and did as she was told. Still, her childlike curiosity had to be sated somehow. She did not want to stay here and watch. She had John take her for a lap around the burned house where they could continue surveying the structure from different angles. She curiously observed the structure as they walked. John was very patient and followed her on the walk. He wondered what spurred the child’s curiosity. The house was rather large, so it took them s
They all turned to John with congratulatory smiles. John smiled faintly, then he carried off Caprice and walked away. His stride was confident and filled with purpose. Caprice gazed at her father, her eyes were filled with question marks. Either way, she was glad to see her father beaming with joy, even though she could not fully understand just what it was that made her father so happy. She was smiling from ear to ear, revealing a row of milky white teeth underneath. John noticed Caprice staring at him and asked, "Caprice, why are you smiling so happily?” Caprice remarked warmly, “I’m smiling because Daddy is happy." John was moved by this. He gently pinched Caprice’s cheeks. “Thank you, honey.” She deserved most of the credit. If it was not for her wanting to explore the house, they would not have stumbled into the underground tunnel. Chances were they would still be stuck and left to wander where Sherry had ended up. The innocent child was a gift from God.
Sherry was still inside the hospital, but her condition had improved significantly. She was doing much better compared to when she had just been admitted to the hospital. Her headache was gone and her body had largely made her recovery. She could walk around without any assistance now. The burn on the right arm left behind a large and hideous scar, but she could simply cover it up with a long-sleeved shirt. At the present, she had just finished handling some work for Sager Corporation. She shut off the laptop and leaned against the recliner positioned next to the window. She took some time for herself and enjoyed the gentle sea breeze. Ding! Her phone rang suddenly. Her previous phone was confiscated by John and was never returned to her. This was a new phone she bought after arriving at Coastrock. She changed her number as well and registered a new profile on her social media. She had just wrapped her tasks at work, who could this be? She turned the phone
On the other end of the phone, Sherry frowned uneasily as she read the text she had just received from Sylvia. John was looking for her? How did he find out that she survived the fire? The thought unsettled her. She condensed everything that happened to her in Glanchester in recent times, starting from the point where Madam Stockton got into a tragic car accident and was hospitalized for a long time. She told Sylvia everything that happened to her when she was imprisoned by John in his house buried and hidden deep within the forest that was later set on fire. She laid out all her traumatic experiences of how she was starved in the house. She told everything she could. Ding! Sylvia sent a reply immediately after she read Sherry’s long paragraph, “So you’re saying that he was the one who burned the house down? I can’t believe this, he tried to kill you!” Sherry was still unsure at this point and answered, “I think it’s him.” Why would a forest fire start out of nowhe
Upon realizing that Sylvia was not paying attention to him, Flint slid next to Isabel and played video games with her. Liam sat nearby them and was immersed in a book. Caprice sat huddled next to him and propped her head next to his shoulder, her eyes were fixated on the book as well even though she did not understand its contents. The children seemed to be having a good, harmonious time. The messages Sherry had just sent Sylvia were still fresh in her mind. She took another deep breath to compose herself again before she approached the tea table. Odell smiled warmly at her. Sylvia sat down next to the empty chair beside him and turned to John. John was staring right at her and smiled warmly as a way of greeting. He complimented her, "Mrs. Carter, we haven’t met in two months but it seems to me that you’re younger than when I last saw you.” Sylvia was not in the mood for this pointless chatter and went straight to the point. “What are you doing here?” John
John cast a wary glance at Sylvia upon saying this. Sylvia was seething with rage. John stuttered uncharacteristically for a moment, then continued, “I told my men to bring food to her once every two days. That was, until the forest fire. “One day, I just got home from work when I received a call and was told that my mother’s condition had worsened and that she had to be put on a ventilator. Immediately after that call, my men called me as well and told me that Sherry tried to kill herself by slamming her head against the wall. I knew that she was only doing that to lull me to her but despite that, I went away and had a very heated exchange with her before I left. “After that, I went home again. That was when I was informed that my mother’s condition had not worsened but had instead made a turn for the better. She was awake at last.” Sylvia was astounded to hear this. Odell asked, “What was that about her condition worsening? Did someone give you the wrong information?”
John stared at her sharply. The gaze irritated Sylvia. She furrowed her brows and said, “Believe it or not, it’s up to you.” She glared at John one last time before she went upstairs, leaving John alone with Odell. John then turned his attention to Odell. Odell had a sip of his tea. “Don’t look at me. Why would I know anything about that?” …Upstairs in the children’s room, Isabel and Flint were playing happily. Despite being children as well, Liam and Caprice were much quieter as they sat opposite the noisy duo. The boy read a book quietly while the girl looked at him silently. Sylvia had a glance at them from the door before she went back to her room. She wanted to inform Sherry about what John said, but after she turned on her phone, she hesitated. Some thoughts later, she went out of her room and headed to the stairs. She looked down at the man sipping on tea and said, “Odell, come up. I have something to talk to you about.” Upon hearing her voice, Odell, who was
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