Sylvia immediately said, “Odell, I really didn’t push grandmother—” “Don’t make me repeat myself!” He raised his voice to a frightening level. Sylvia’s eyes shifted in fear. She pursed her lips and begrudgingly left the man alone. She did not go far though, she simply turned to the stairs and sat down in a corner of it.It would be easier for her to keep an eye on the ER ward while also keeping out of Odell’s sight. A while later, a series of hurried footsteps came from the lower end of the stairs. It was Sebastian the butler, and he had several other people together with him. They were all Madam Carter’s relatives from her mother’s side. The eldest one among them was Madam Carter’s cousin sister, Ramona, who was also the closest to Madam Carter. She glanced at Sylvia as she passed by but did not say anything. She then went up to Odell and nervously asked, “Odell, how did Ophelia fall off the hill?! Her legs have never been very strong, so why was she up there climbing
Ramona asked, “Are you saying Ophelia is in a coma?” The doctor said with a sigh, “I’m afraid so.” After the doctor left, Madam Carter was discharged from the ER. Ramone had basically grown up together with Madam Carter, so seeing her closest family member laying on the sickbed unconscious, she broke down in tears beside her. “Ophelia, how did you fall down the hill? You’re not young anymore, why did you go climbing? What got into you? Are you going to lay unconscious until the end?” Odell stood beside his grand-aunt with tightly furrowed brows. His usual straight back seemed a little hunched. He seemed to have fallen into a slump and was shrouded with a gloomy presence. The unconscious old lady on the sickbed was his dearest family member. He was even closer to her than to his biological father. His mother had passed away when he was young and his father had left him alone after marrying his stepmother. Thus, it was his grandmother who had basically raised him. Now,
Before Sylvia could ask anything, Cliff hung up. Sylvia frowned but she could not do anything. She put her phone away and continued sitting on the ground for quite some time. When the sky outside turned dark, a series of familiar footsteps finally came from the other end of the corridor. Sylvia looked up and saw Odell. His long legs were making quick strides as he approached her rapidly. The frosty look on his face remained, as if he was an emotionless person. Sylvia’s eyes shifted a little but she managed to get on her feet and asked, “Odell, how’s Grandmother?” Odell cupped her face tightly and bellowed, “You heard the doctor.” “Odell, I know I was being careless, but I really don’t know what happened to Grandmother or how she fell down the hill.” “You and Edmund were at the peak of the hill. How could you not know when Grandmother fell down?” “I was at the peak with Edmund but I only realized what had happened after I heard her scream.” “Is that so?” “I’m tel
The bodyguards went up to Edmund immediately. Edmund resisted for a while before he was pinned to the ground. He shouted, “Odell, what the hell is wrong with you? What did I do?!” “Throw him in the trunk,” Odell said. The bodyguards then tied the man up and tossed him into the trunk as ordered. “Let me go!” “Shut him up,” Odell said. “Yes, sir.” “Odell, you freaking—” Before Edmund could even finish, a piece of cloth was shoved into his mouth and the trunk was shut tight. At the same time, another bodyguard opened the door for Odell. He tossed Sylvia inside the car before getting in as well. “Drive,” he said coldly. The driver immediately drove the car out of the parking lot and joined the traffic on the freeway. Sylvia squirmed and sat herself straight. The loud and heavy thuds from the trunk did not stop. Edmund was trying to break free and he showed no signs of stopping. Odell sat quietly with his eyes glued to the front. There was a sense of irritation
All at once, the loud thumps came from the trunk again. Odell tightened his grip on Sylvia’s face. Sylvia felt as if her jaw was being ripped off. She became anxious and started to push him away. “Odell, let me go… Ugh!” Before she could finish, his thin lips pressed against hers. Sylvia was silenced by a ravaging kiss which started to suck the air out of her mouth. She struggled. The harder she struggled, the stronger he became. Even Edmund noticed something was not right from the trunk. He began to struggle a lot harder and started to make louder noises. Some time later, Sylvia managed to bite Odell’s lips and caused it to bleed, so Odell freed her. He glared at her and shouted to the driver, “Stop the car!” The driver immediately stopped the car by the road. He then said, “Get out! All of you!” The driver and the bodyguard who was in the passenger’s seat went outside right away. Odell then pulled Sylvia into his arms. He constricted her waist with one of
Sylvia took a deep breath and emphasized, “Neither of us pushed Grandmother down the hill. We were just chatting on the hill!” Odell grasped her face tightly. With a scornful look on his face, he said, “After so many years, I really thought you had changed. I didn’t think that you would still be the same disgusting liar.” Sylvia was disheartened. Her hands and legs were cold but her heart had become even colder.She tightened her lips and refused to argue anymore. Seeing that her face had suddenly turned ashen, he tightened the grip on her face and said, “Why the silence? Where’s all the excuses?” Sylvia remained silent but her eyes were looking at him blankly, as if there was no more life in her gaze. Odell suddenly felt irritated. Again, he gripped her face tighter and shouted, “Speak!” Sylvia stayed quiet. He threatened her again. “Speak, or I’ll f*ck you here again!”Sylvia finally spoke but without emotion, like a soulless robot. “I pushed Grandmother down the hill
The simplest outcome would be sending Sylvia into prison and letting the prison do the job of torturing her. Melanie exclaimed happily, “That’s great. As long as that b*tch is behind bars, she won’t be able to snatch Odell from you!” …The black SUV drove through the night for almost 20 minutes before it stopped in front of the mansion, the old Carter Mansion. The familiar view of the entrance caused Sylvia to clench her fists tightly. The driver and the bodyguards got out and opened the door for Odell. “Get out,” he said in a tone of voice that brooked no objection.Sylvia pulled her jacket tighter around her and got out of the car as ordered. The other two cars who had followed them here also stopped and all the bodyguards came out. Odell had a glance at the trunk and said with disgust, “Bring him out.” Two bodyguards then opened the trunk and pulled Edmund out. There was street light by the road and when he was taken out, Sylvia noticed his bruised forehead. Hi
Sylvia wanted to stop the bodyguards but she was unable to break free from Odell’s grasp even though she mustered all of her strength. As the car drove away, she turned around and bit Odell on the shoulder. Odell was only wearing a simple shirt and she managed to bite down hard on his flesh. However, the man’s rigid body did not even budge. After a while, she looked up and shot a furious glare at him. He was also looking at her but his eyes lacked warmth, as if he was a vicious monster who struck fear into people’s hearts. At other times, Sylvia might be scared of him but now, all she had was hate for him. She yelled, “Odell, you stupid idiot! All you know is how to f*ck around—” He suddenly grabbed her face and silenced her. Sylvia’s words were stuck in her throat. Since she was unable to scold him, she aimed a glare at him that was as sharp as knives.Odell looked at her wide eyes and his lips curled into a grin. “That’s right. If I wasn’t stupid, why would I fall
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