The look on her face reminded him of their past. When he first met her during their younger days, she became his savior. After they knew each other better, she had always been kind and understanding. Even after he married Sylvia, she never threw a tantrum before him and had been enduring the torment in the dark alone just because she did not want to give him any trouble. If Sylvia was half as loyal as Tara or had even a sliver of her obedience, Madam Carter would not have ended up in a comatose state. Odell frowned. He wiped the tears off her face and said softly, “Stop crying.” Tara threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. She continued to weep as she asked, “Odell, how are you lately? You must be devastated now that Grandmother is bedridden.” Odell pursed his lips. “I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.” “I’m sorry for not being able to help you.” “Just take care of yourself for me.” Odell tapped her back and wanted to remove her from his chest but
Sylvia then turned to Odell. “I’ve answered her. Can I go now?” Odell’s expression fell. He pursed his thin lips for a few seconds and then said, “Get out of my face.” Sylvia went upstairs without sparing another glance at either of the two. Tara then said, “Odell, Sylvia doesn’t seem welcoming at all.” She sounded gravelly. Odell looked in the direction Sylvia ran off in and said, “Just ignore her.” He then led Tara to Madam Carter’s room. Tara followed him into the room. For some reason, her fists were tightly clenched. When she saw Sylvia sleeping wretchedly on the couch, she was delighted but the kiss marks around the neck were also obvious. There was a combination of new and old kiss marks. The older ones already turned into bruises. ‘That b*tch!’ Tara cursed in her heart as she followed Odell into Madam Carter’s room. Violet immediately lowered her head and left the room when Odell came in. Odell went closer to the bed.Tara went up and saw Madam Carter u
Sylvia shut her eyes and pretended to sleep. The man’s gravelly voice sounded through the door. “Sylvia, open the door.” Sylvia continued shutting her eyes and turned a deaf ear to the man’s calling. “I’ll count to three,” he warned with a cold voice. Sylvia pursed her lips. Even if he counted to three hundred, she would not open the door. Odell counted to three outside the door and he was still denied entry. He then bellowed, “Knock the door down.” He was saying to the bodyguard outside the door. Sylvia’s eyes shifted but before she could do anything, the bodyguard rammed the door open. Bang! The door finally opened. Sylvia was startled. She popped her head out of the sheets and saw Odell’s grim expression. He glared at Sylvia and said to the bodyguard, “You can leave now.” The bodyguard immediately left the room. His towering figure then approached the woman on the bed. Sylvia sat herself up and wrapped herself with the sheets. She wore a cautious look a
Sylvia knew that she was no match for Odell and had already accepted this fact a few days ago. Still, she could no longer bear to keep silent and burst out with tears in her eyes. “Odell, why are you doing this to me? I’m just another regular person. I’m not some kind of object for you to vent your anger at!” Odell grabbed her by her jaw and looked into her eyes that were soaking with tears. He answered grimly, "Because you betrayed me and you hurt Grandma!" "I didn't!" Sylvia could no longer hold herself back. She cried out in a tearful voice, "I didn't hurt Grandma. And there was never anything going on between me and Edmund. Why do you just refuse to believe me?! Why?!" Odell frowned deeply. After a moment of silence, he answered, "Because you don't deserve my trust at all." She fell silent. She stared at his stoic expression, her vision had long turned blurry due to the tears in her eyes. She stared blankly for a second before she began to chuckle madly, “Heh… hehe…”
Sylvia looked at her with an indifferent look in her eyes. Tara smirked and said in a smug voice, "Sylvia, it was Odell who asked me to visit Grandma. I’m sure you won't mind." Sylvia smiled a crooked smile and replied crossly, "I do mind. Would you mind getting out of here?” The smirk on Tara's face was wiped away instantly. Sylvia continued staring at her with hostility. Before long, Tara formed a smile again. "Sylvia, Odell did ask me to come. He also requested that I visit Grandma more often in the future so if you’re not happy with me being here, why don’t you talk to Odell about it? If he wants me to leave, I’ll leave.” Sylvia scoffed. "Then what’s the point of asking me if I mind?”Tara's eyes gleamed. “It’s just that… we used to be friends. I just wanted to talk to you." “You sure you’re not just intentionally saying that to irritate me so I’d suspect you got together with Odell again?” Tara's face turned visibly pale. She never expected Sylvia to ex
Tara flung herself into Odell’s arm and voiced her sorrows, “Odell, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have come to see Grandma at this time. I should’ve known that Sylvia wouldn’t like seeing me here. I hope I don’t cause you any trouble…” Odell gently patted her on her back and assured her, "It's not your fault." Then, he turned to Sylvia and asked with sharp hostility, “Did you hit her?” “Yes, I hit her…” Sylvia met his gaze boldly and motioned with her hands. “Not just once but twice. My hand is still shaking from how hard I hit her.” Odell, "..." Sylvia crossed her arms and continued, “Are you going to slap me to make things right for her? What’s it gonna be, twenty or two hundred slaps? Hurry up and get on with it if you’re going to do it. I need to rest after.” His face darkened. The cries of Tara who was still clinging onto him had turned into soft whimpers by this point. Tara slowly turned to Sylvia and noticed the bold and arrogant expression she wore. She
Odell looked at her face which was glowing beet red. After a brief silence, he stroked her forehead again. It was burning. Odell immediately reached for his phone and made a call. “Tell Mr. Forger to come here immediately.” Shortly after, the family doctor arrived with a medicine box in tow. Odell stood beside the bed and looked at Sylvia who was still passed out from sleep on the bed. He enquired with a stern frown, "What's wrong with her?" “Master Carter, the madam has a fever and is very weak at the moment. She needs a good rest more than anything else.” After a brief hesitation, he added in a low voice, “I think you two should abstain from making love for the next few days.” Odell answered with a queer look, "Got it." The doctor turned around and left. Sylvia was still curled up like a ball and in a deep sleep. Odell stared at her silently. After a long time, he walked out with a sullen expression. .... It was almost 9 p.m. when Sylvia woke up.
Over time, Sylvia and Violet became more comfortable with each other and eventually, Violet broached the subject. “Miss, I think Master Carter seems kind of distant toward you. Did you two fight?” Sylvia was taken aback by this question and asked Violet, ”Don't you know about what happened?” “What happened?” Violet asked with a blank look. Sylvia seemed surprised by this and proceeded to explain, “He thinks I’m the one responsible for putting Madam Carter in this state.” “Huh?!” Violet asked with widened eyes. Sylvia became curious. "Haven't you heard anyone talk about this?" Violet explained, "Everyone said that Madam Carter became like this because she accidentally fell. Besides, I don't think you’re that kind of bad person who would do something like that.” Sylvia smiled and said nothing. She suddenly remembered what Tara said to her on purpose to provoke her the last time they met. Since even Violet was not informed of the details, how was it that Tara cam
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