Tara had split her skull as lines of crescent-red blood spilled out of the cut. She had already long since fainted. Odell grabbed her before she collapsed on the ground and cast a leery look at Sylvia. Then, he instructed the bodyguards, “Take her back and watch over her closely.” "Yes, sir.” The bodyguards stepped up to the task. Odell did not waste another second and went into the car with Tara in his arms. Sylvia was also carried off by the bodyguards toward the direction of the house. A chilly gust of wind beat on her worn-out body. She frowned and looked up at the sky above, still reeling back from the shock of what transpired. She was not expecting Tara to resort to such drastic measures. ... Westchester Hospital. Tara was carted out of the emergency room. She was already awake by this point, but her face was sickly pale. There were layers upon layers of bandages wrapped around her forehead. She still looked very weak. Odell was waiting outside
The bodyguards surrounded her in all directions. Violet entered the living room at one point and was frightened by this display. She quickly fled back to Madam Carter’s room. Every second that passed was full of torment. Sylvia was pressed against the cold hard tiles of the floor, and her limbs had grown stiff and cold over time. She was pinned on the ground on her side and stared vacantly at the threshold leading into the living room. After a long time, a tall and stout figure appeared in sight. He was still wearing the black suit he wore when he carried Tara away the same morning and he wore a pair of trousers that complemented his long and slender legs. Handsome as always, he fixed a menacing look on her. He entered the living room. The look in Sylvia's eyes wavered. She wanted to call his name but found her voice caught in her throat. Odell sat down on the sofa and looked at her accusingly. "Is there anything you want to say to me?" Sylvia pursed her l
At that moment, she opened her mouth and spat on his face.Sylvia’s body trembled, and she screamed at Odell in a hoarse voice, “Odell, you will regret it! I will pay you back for what you did to me!”Odell was silent for a few seconds before his lips curled. “It’s up to you. Anyway, don’t ever think of escaping again.”As he spoke, his warm thumb rubbed her face.Sylvia felt so much pain that all she wanted to do was kill this man!“B*stard!”Odell merely smiled lightly.Sylvia gnashed her teeth in hatred. She suddenly felt a surge of strength, so she raised her head until her face reached his chest. She opened her mouth and bit him fiercely through the shirt without letting go.The force of how hard Sylvia bit him was equivalent to the pain that she felt in her leg. She did not let go even though her mouth was full of the metallic taste of blood.Having used up the last of her strength, she suddenly fainted and her world went black.“Master Carter, are you alright?” A bodyg
His lips curled up. “Are you planning on going to Edmund after divorcing me?”Sylvia did not want to argue with him about Edmund. Instead, she said, “I want to kill you when I look at you now. Do you think we can still go on together?”Odell’s gaze darkened, and he smirked again. “We’ll talk again when you actually have the ability to kill me.”Sylvia’s grip tightened. She wanted to slap him, but there was no strength left in her body. She was thirsty, hungry and weak, and her leg throbbed with pain. It would be hard for her to lift her hand, let alone slap Odell.She panted and said, “Why not just send me to jail?”The man grabbed her chin and snarled, “So, you want to join Edmund in jail?”Sylvia said weakly, “It’s because I don’t want to see you again. I feel disgusted whenever I look at you.”She emphasized the word “disgusted.”Odell’s face darkened, and he lowered his head to her. He placed his face right in front of Sylvia, almost touching her. “Say it again?”Sylvia
He carried Sylvia to the bedside table, where several snacks and a fragrant bowl of porridge had been laid out.Sylvia glanced at the food without any expression on her face and said, “I have no appetite.”Her throat was hoarse.Odell grabbed her shoulder and coldly enunciated each word, “Eat the porridge immediately.”The look in Sylvia’s eyes was bland and spiritless. She did not seem to have any intention of eating.Odell cupped her face. “Sylvia, I’m talking to you. Do you hear me?”Sylvia pursed her lips and ignored him.In a low voice, Odell growled, “Do you think that by going on a hunger strike, I will divorce you and send you to be reunited with Edmund in jail? If you don’t eat today, you can give up on walking through this door!”As the words fell from his mouth, he let go of her.Like a broken puppet, Sylvia lost her support and she fell to the bed.She lay on the bed without moving, staring at the ceiling in a trance.Seeing her act like that, Odell felt an anger
Sylvia’s lips quivered. “Thanks for the reminder. I won’t do it again.”Liam and Isabel were waiting for her. She could not go on like this. No matter how much she hated Odell, she had to endure it.Violet heaved a sigh of relief when she heard this.She helped Sylvia to come out and let her sit her down on the couch. Then, she changed the bedsheets swiftly and replaced the carpet with a new one.She also opened the door and windows to let in the fresh breeze in.Sylvia wanted to close her eyes and rest for a while, but her stomach suddenly churned.She immediately got up and limped to the bathroom, ignoring the stinging pain in her leg. She held the toilet and puked out all the food that she had eaten.When Violet saw this, she hurriedly said, “Mrs. Carter, hold on! I’ll get the doctor right now!” After that, she ran out of the room.As she ran out, she saw the man leaning against the wall outside the door.Violet did not know how long he had stood there. His brows were tight
Sylvia’s face fell, and she immediately turned her wheelchair around to head back to her room.“Stop.” The man’s deep voice sounded.Sylvia acted as if she did not hear him and continued moving forward, but soon, his looming figure appeared behind her and grabbed her wheelchair.No matter how hard she pushed, the wheelchair did not budge.Sylvia withdrew her hand and decided to stop pushing.Odell grunted and turned the wheelchair around so that she would face him.Sylvia’s pale, cold face looked back at him.He frowned as he felt a little irritated. “Didn’t you hear me?”Sylvia looked at the ground and ignored him.Odell took her face in his hand. “Look at me.”Sylvia continued to look at the ground. Her face was cold and pale. Her eyes were soulless, as if she had lost the desire for everything in life.Odell tightened his hold on her face and said coldly, “I want you to look at me.”He seemed to be threatening to dislocate her jaw if she did not listen to him.Sylvia di
Sylvia’s pale lips stayed tightly closed, her eyes utterly devoid of feelings. It was clear that she planned to ignore Odell entirely. He shouted, “Answer me!” Sylvia’s mouth remained closed. Odell lowered his head so that their gazes met and he was so close that the tips of their noses were touching. With a low voice, he spat, “So you plan to never talk to me again?” Sylvia kept silent. Odell was so infuriated that his veins were about to pop. However, Sylvia seemed calm and completely unbothered. It was as if whatever Odell had said just went in one ear and out the other. Odell was at his wit’s end but his hands were tied. He let go of Sylvia and walked toward Madam Carter’s room. The same as what he had been doing the past few days. Sylvia did not stay either. She turned her wheelchair around and returned to the bedroom. … In the afternoon, on the same day. Sylvia was making a wood carving in the yard when Tara walked in through the gate. As soon as T
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