Sylvia's eyes lit up. The fact that he would agree to her meeting the children had already exceeded her expectations. She answered in an agreeable tone, "Okay." Odell peered at the two children who were still hanging on to her. He told her quite sourly, "Now get out." Sylvia smiled. “One more thing before I leave.” “What is it this time?” “Liam and Isabel are still going to the kindergarten which is near my workplace, so from now on, I will be the one picking them up from kindergarten and I will bring them back here.” Odell frowned. "Didn't you already quit?” Shortly after the incident at the Elysian House last time, he had sent men to wait by the elementary kindergarten she worked at the time to ambush her. In the end, his men had informed him that she had resigned and slipped away. Sylvia stated, "I found another job in a woodcarving studio." Wood carving? Odell looked at her quizzically. "You know how to carve wood?" Sylvia smiled. “More or less.” Odell gav
After wrapping up some expedited paperwork at home, Odell went to the bathroom to take a hot shower. It was past midnight by the time he emerged again. He sat on the bed and picked up the fully charged mobile phone. That was when he saw the message Sylvia sent him. The corners of his lips twitched, and his slender fingers began to tap rapidly against the display. “I haven't read it yet. I'll let you know after I read it tomorrow.” There was no response for a long time after the message was sent. Odell seemed unimpressed. He texted her again, “Have you fallen asleep?” There was still no response. Needless to say, she was asleep. This woman had the audacity to fall asleep without waiting for his reply! He immediately tapped the dial button. It took a while for the other party to pick up the call. Sylvia gnashed her teeth and grumbled into the phone, "Odell, what’s your problem? Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?!" So, she was already in the land of
Sylvia did not receive his reply even though it was past afternoon. She thought about what happened last night with him calling her out of nowhere, then hanging up without explanation. This led her to think that she must have upset him again in some way somehow. It seemed as if she often found herself getting on his bad side despite having done nothing wrong. She figured that it was no use fixing her mind on this. With this in mind, she proceeded to text him again, “Odell, if you still don’t want to reply to me, I’ll just assume that you’ve given me permission to pick them up.” Meanwhile, on the top floor of the Carter Corporation. Odell glanced at the message that popped up on the top of his screen, then he turned to Cliff. “Keep going.” Cliff continued his report. After he was done presenting his report, he followed up, “Master Carter, here is the information about the woodcarving studio that you asked me to obtain.” Cliff handed Odell a stack of sorted documents that
Tara snapped at her, "Sylvia, you'd better spit it out. What’s going on here?” Sylvia said with a wry smile, "If you want to know what's going on, why don’t you just go inside and ask Odell?” Tara felt a lump in her throat. Madam Carter had adamantly stated that so long as she breathed, she would never allow Tara to step into the house. Sylvia was intentionally riling her up. She was about to slander Sylvia as being Odell's unwanted toy when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the person in question appearing at the door. Her expression transformed immediately as she ran to Odell. “Odell!” She threw herself into Odell's arms with an aggrieved look as if Sylvia had done something terrible to her. Nevertheless, Odell looked at Sylvia with an indifferent look. Sylvia raised an eyebrow and began to leave. She would not stay behind and watch these two play out their drama. She had only taken a step when Tara said to Odell, “I was just asking her why she was here when she beca
Odell squinted and hugged her tightly in his arms. Tara sobbed. “Odell, can we have another baby?” Odell furrowed his brows. “Your body is not ready now. Let's talk about it when you get better.” She simply sobbed in silence as a reply. He tapped her back and said, “Tara, once Grandmother gives me the green light, I’ll marry you right away.” “Mm-hmm.” Tara hummed a reply. She lay in his arms and stared in the direction where Sylvia walked off. There was a hint of anxiety and anger in her eyes. Sylvia must be using her children to get close to Odell. ‘That bitch! I should have made sure that she stayed dead back then!” …After Sylvia reached home, she received a call from Isabel. She blurted out everything she heard from Tara after Sylvia left. It seemed like Tara was badmouthing Sylvia in front of Odell. Sylvia simply scoffed. She expected all this. She said to Isabel, “Isabel, you don’t need to care about all that.” Annoyed, Isabel pouted and said, “She’s talkin
Sylvia listened to Betty’s blabbering for quite a while. The other colleagues also came with their two cents, telling her to be careful with her words and actions and not make the boss unhappy. As everyone expected, a limited edition white supercar stopped in front of the studio entrance. Two elderly butlers went over to welcome the guest while Sylvia and her colleagues lined up in an organized manner at the entrance. The door opened and a tall figure emerged.The young man had a loose white shirt coupled with black pants. His bangs draped fashionably over his forehead while his skin was fair and his facial features were pronounced and welcoming. There was a noble presence to his demeanor. Betty and the other girls fawned over the man. Even Sylvia widened her eyes in surprise, not because of how handsome the man was, but because she knew him. Tristan also noticed Sylvia when he came in. “Sylvia?” Tristan was surprised. He went up to her for a closer look. Sylvia smil
Tristan’s face froze for a while. “Are they yours and Odell’s kids?” “Yes.” Then, Sylvia passed him the sunflower that she finished carving. “I’m done, Mr. Ledger.” Tristan stared at the carved sunflower. It was minimalistic yet blooming with life, and his eyes glimmered with interest when he saw it. He took it and smiled at her. “Nicely done.” Sylvia got up. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll go back to work.” Tristan’s smile remained. “Okay.” While she exited the room, Tristan’s eyes never left her. He even clutched the carved sunflower in his hands tightly. “Sylvia, I'll never let you go again.” …Right after Sylvia came out from the office, Betty sashayed up to her. As though she was a paparazzi, she sniffed for any kinds of gossip revolving the boss and Sylvia. “Our grandfathers were friends, so I knew him since we were young,” Sylvia said.Indeed, they knew each other when they were young. Even though he lived with his parents in the wealthy district, he would vis
Sylvia then strapped the brother and sister to the rear seat of the car, which was equipped with children's car seats. She then drove the car towards the Old District. Little did she know, there was a white supercar parked beside the kindergarten. It was Tristan, and he watched as Sylvia drove off towards the Old District. He saw the children as well. Their meticulous facial features made it seem like they had been carved by masterful hands, and they were a lot cuter and more beautiful than the other kids. They really resembled Sylvia and…Odell. He did not mind though. As long as she was back, he was okay with it. After Sylvia’s car left his sight, he smiled and turned the car away. … Similar to yesterday, Sylvia brought the kids back to her place. She spent some quality time with them before sending them back to the Carters’. The Carters' mansion was within walking distance, so she held their hands and walked them back instead. It was then that Odell came home. He
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