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
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