Isabel filmed her last scenes for the movie that evening. As soon as she was done, Sylvia quickly brought her and Liam into the car. The weather report predicted that it would snow soon, and that meant Sylvia could not take her time to go back to the Carters’ residence. The car began its steady return journey. Sylvia sat in the back, in between Isabel and Liam. The two children had fallen asleep against her sides. Around the time the car drove into the Old District, snow began falling from the sky. Soon, the car pulled to a stop outside the Carters’ residence. “Isabel, Liam, we’re home,” Sylvia called softly. Liam furrowed his eyebrows whereas Isabel snuggled closer to her mother. It was obvious that the children did not want to get out of the car. With a smile on her face, Sylvia placated, “Be good now. It’s already snowing outside, so you should both go in and have dinner.” At this, Liam sat upright to stare out the car window. Isabel grew excited at the mention o
As Sylvia’s legs weren’t in the best condition, she took a while to reach the living room. As soon as Sylvia’s silhouette disappeared, Odell furrowed his eyebrows and threw the binoculars to the ground angrily. ‘Did this woman not follow the children into the house because she knew it would make me angry?’ he thought. Odell tsked. ‘Then, it’s best if she keeps out of my sight for good. She'd better not appear before me with the reason of wanting to see our children in the future. Otherwise, I’ll have her kicked out of Westchester City!’ Odell kicked a chair to the side before walking out of the balcony. … As Isabel’s filming went extremely well with barely any NGs, her original half-month filming schedule was cut down to ten days. That afternoon, Isabel wrapped up her scenes for good. Director Capshaw personally gifted her a bouquet of red flowers. Everybody else in the production team was extremely fond of Isabel, and they all rushed to take photos with her. Sylv
Glanchester City and Westchester City were next to each other, and while they were not far from each other, traveling between them would take about two to three hours. From the way Christopher Dendro put it, it seemed that he wanted Sylvia to stay in Glanchester City for a couple of days. Sylvia pondered it for a moment before replying, “President Dendro, may I let you know my answer by tomorrow morning?” Christopher replied immediately, “Of course.” They continued their conversation for a minute or so before ending the call. Sylvia then quickly called Isabel. However, it seemed that the child did not have her phone with her as she did not answer, soSylvia decided to have dinner first. As soon as she finished her food, Isabel called back. The young girl’s sweet voice sounded through the phone, “Mommy, why did you call me?” Sylvia laughed lightly before saying, “Isabel, is your brother with you?” “Yeap, he’s nearby.” “Get him to listen in on the call too.” “Okay
After the female student left, more students rushed forward to have Tara look at their work. That was until Christopher cleared his throat. Once the students saw him, they politely stepped aside. When Tara immediately noticed Sylvia standing beside Christopher, shock dawned on her face. Sylvia crossed her arms, a smirk pulling at her lips. Tara could not help but think back to when Sylvia had called her trash in front of everyone at the art exhibition, and her expression turned cold. However, in the blink of an eye, her expression shifted into a smile and she asked, “Sylvia, what are you doing here?” Christopher explained, “I invited Sylvia to provide guidance to the participants. We have many participants this time, not just students but also artists from other places. I was worried that you, Nesta, and everyone else might have your plates too full.” The implication was obvious; Christopher needed somebody really skilled to keep watch over them. Tara’s face stiffened
At this point, not only were the students that were surrounding Tara now surrounding Sylvia, but even the people who were busy painting before had gathered around her. Their enthusiasm was at an all-time high as they eagerly huddled around Sylvia. As for Tara, there was nobody else next to her besides Nesta. Tara balled her hands into tight fists, a look of pure jealousy on her face. Nesta was a member of the Westchester Art Association too, and she was around the same grade as Tara. She was also the one Tara was closest to in the Westchester Art Association. Nesta had been present at the art exhibition where Sylvia called Tara’s work trash in front of everyone, so she knew that Tara and Sylvia were not on good terms at all. When she saw the present situation as well as the look on Tara’s face, Nesta quickly grumbled, “Tara, why do I feel like she’s doing this on purpose? She could have shown up at some other time, so why did she have to show up while you were guiding the s
The living room was empty with Madam Carter and the two kids nowhere to be seen. He walked further into the house, all the way to the door of the children’s bedroom. It was completely quiet inside. After a moment of hesitation, he pressed down on the door handle and pushed the door open. Liam was reading a comic book while seated at the head of the bed whereas Isabel was dressed in a panda onesie, sleeping soundly in Liam’s arms. Besides them, there was nobody else in the room. At this time, Liam looked at Odell. He asked, “Daddy, is something wrong?” Odell pursed his lips before replying with a question of his own, “What did you both do after coming home from school today?” Liam replied, “We ate, got on a phone call with Mommy, and now we’re reading and sleeping.” A phone call? Odell then said, “Why didn’t your mother come and keep you both company today?” “Mommy went to participate in an event.” Odell’s eyes shifted inexplicably. No wonder she did not show up to
The more Tara thought about it, the more annoyed she became. She even regretted not making a complete fool of Sylvia before kicking her out of Westchester City that year. Fortunately, Odell only loved her now. As long as he did not know the truth, Sylvia could not snatch him away from her. However, she definitely could not lose to Sylvia! She thought about it for a moment before calling Nesta. The moment Nesta answered the phone, Tara said, “Nesta, are you busy right now? I don’t want to be alone, so I'd like to stay with you.” …The next morning, after waking up, Sylvia headed out for breakfast. While walking there, she met a few familiar faces and greeted them with smiles and waves. Some returned her smiles with their own, but many half-heartedly greeted her before rushing off, as if they were actively trying to distance themselves from her like she was infected with a contagious disease. Many of these people had chatted happily with her yesterday, so she furrowed he
Harley thought that Sylvia was not an immoral person like what they said as she taught students like them patiently despite her enormous fame in the art field. Sylvia smiled and curiously asked, “Can you tell me what Tara said about me?”Harley pursed her lips and replied, “Ms. Avery didn’t say anything. It was Ms. Reiss. She came over to us and told us many things about your past.”Sylvia frowned. “She talked about my past?”She was not close with Nesta Reiss. How could Nesta possibly know about her past?“Yeah. She said you were close friends with Ms. Avery, but you also had a crush on Master Carter. You fell out with Ms. Avery because Master Carter likes her, and you started picking on her. She also said you wanted to come between them and be Master Carter’s mistress.”Sylvia was speechless. Indeed, she had loved Odell, but that was before they were divorced. She picked on Tara only because Tara framed and harmed her first. As for being a mistress, that was pure b*llshit.Sy