Sylvia immediately turned her face away to avoid his touch and his stare. Odell patted her on the cheek again before he growled, “If you ignore me again when I’m talking to you, I’ll sew your mouth shut.” Sylvia pursed her lips. Odell’s voice was cold as he asked, “Did you hear me?” Sylvia resisted the urge to bite him and replied, “Loud and clear.” Only then did Odell push himself off the bed. Suddenly, as if a thought had just occurred to him, he said, “I’ll turn a blind eye to you hurting Tara today, but you won’t get off so easily if it happens again.” With that said, Odell strode away. Sylvia slowly got up from the bed. Using crutches to support her, she made her way to the bathroom and started to wash her face. Sylvia washed her face several times and brushed her teeth twice before returning to the bedroom. A moment later, Violet walked in with her wheelchair. Noticing that Sylvia was sitting alone by the window in a daze, Violet asked softly, “Mrs. Carter
Looking at Tara’s sour expression, Sylvia added, “Tara Avery, you’ve done so many things yet Odell still refuses to divorce me. Even if you’re not upset, I’m upset for you.” The fake smile on Tara’s face disappeared instantly. She glared venomously at Sylvia and spat, “Odell’s just thinks of you as entertainment. Once he grows bored of you, he’ll definitely divorce you and make your life a living hell!” “You’re right.” Sylvia laughed lightly. “But he’s unwilling to divorce me now, so he won’t be with you officially.” “You… You b*tch!” Tara was trembling with rage. She wanted nothing more than to beat Sylvia up, but there were bodyguards everywhere so she could only resist her violent urges. Sylvia chuckled. “Tara, if you’re really that capable, you’d better convince Odell to divorce me soon. Otherwise,” Sylvia paused, a cold smile on her face, before continuing, “as long as I’m alive, as long as I can breathe, I’ll repay what you did to me tenfold.” Sylvia’s tone was gentle
Sylvia followed Odell into the dining room. The dining table had already been laid out with a sumptuous meal.Odell did not sit down immediately. Instead, he walked over to Sylvia as if to help her sit on the dining chair.At this, Sylvia quickly pulled herself up by her right leg. She did not want his help, much less have him touch her. However, in the next moment, a strong arm wrapped itself around her waist. Odell immediately carried her onto the chair at the table. Sylvia furrowed her eyebrows before lowering her head to eat. Odell sat directly opposite her. As usual, he picked up his utensils and started eating slowly and gracefully. Before he was even half done with his food, Sylvia had already set down her utensils. She then pulled her wheelchair to her side. Using her right leg as support, she shifted herself back onto the wheelchair. Sylvia then pushed herself back to the bedroom. She did everything without saying a word or sparing so much as a glance a
Odell glanced at her before picking up his cutlery to eat. Sylvia started eating as well, taking big bites as she went along. While she was not exactly crude, she was not exactly eating elegantly either. Sylvia quickly finished her food. She then set down her spoon and turned around to begin moving back into her wheelchair. Odell furrowed his eyebrows at her. “You’re done eating?” “Yes.” He pursed his lips at her short reply. Sylvia then wheeled herself back into her bedroom. Odell instantly lost all his appetite so he stood up and went to Madam Carter’s room. He sat down on the chair by her bed and looked at Madam Carter. Then, he asked Violet, “What has she been doing recently?” Odell was obviously referring to Sylvia. Violet replied, “Mrs. Carter has been making wood carvings recently.” “Nothing else?” Violet answered, “Besides making wood carvings, Mrs. Carter only eats and sleeps.” Odell’s eyebrows knit tightly together. After spending a bit more time
At Sylvia’s emotionless reaction, Odell grew even angrier. He tried his best to suppress his rage and asked coldly, “Did you hear me?” Sylvia replied, “Loud and clear.” Her answer was instantaneous but there was still no emotion on her face. Odell's expression grew dark and he felt as if the raging fire in his body could burn the whole house down. He asked, “Sylvia Ross, have I not been kind to you?” Sylvia did not answer nor did she show any emotion. Odell released her chin and turned around to flip her desk to the floor. Crash! Everything on the desk, from her wood blocks and carving tools to the finished carvings, fell to the floor. The two new carvings she had made for Isabel and Liam were also completely crushed by the table. Sylvia was shocked and began bending forward to pick up her things. Just as she did so, Odell’s hand gripped her shoulder. His hand pressed down into her shoulder, not at all wanting to give her the chance to pick up her things. She
Odell ended the call and put his phone back into his pocket. Then, he looked at Sylvia. At this moment, Sylvia was on the floor picking up her wood carvings. The desk was still flipped over so Sylvia tried to lift it up with one hand while she tried to grab the wooden crown with the other. However, as the desk was heavy, she could not hold it up for long. It crashed back down and landed on her hand with a thud. Sylvia flinched in pain and quickly pulled her hand away. Odell rushed to kneel by her side and moved to take her injured hand so that he could have a look. As soon as he touched Sylvia, she withdrew her hand away from him. Odell furrowed his eyebrows. “Let me see your hand.” “I don’t need you to care,” Sylvia spat before continuing to pick her things up from the floor. There was a red mark running across the back of her hand from the impact. However, it seemed normal so it was probably nothing to worry about. Odell took one last look at Sylvia before stand
Sylvia suddenly noticed that the light in her bedroom had been turned on and her curtains were closed. She quickly turned the light off before opening the curtains. Bright sunlight poured into the room, illuminating Sylvia and her desk. She looked out the window to see the view and felt herself relax greatly. Then, she lowered her head and continued with her carving. Her desk had been placed directly in front of a window so she could see into the courtyard downstairs merely by lifting her head. Soon, a slender figure that had entered the courtyard through the living room caught her attention through the corner of her eye. She quickly lifted her head to look. The man was wearing a loose gray shirt and long pants. His figure was slender and lean, and he walked with a graceful air about him. His appearance was like a prince of a romance novel, only that he seemed to emanate a melancholic aura.Perhaps because he felt Sylvia’s eyes on him, he suddenly stopped and lifte
A while later, Violet came in. She picked up the wood block and looked at Sylvia with a concerned look. “Madam, what happened with Master Carter?” Sylvia did not want to vent her anger on the poor girl. She took a deep breath and said, “I’m fine. Just leave.” Violet stood still and stared at her in hesitation. Sylvia noticed the stare. She asked, “Is there anything else?” Violet had a glance at the desk in front of her and said, “Before Master Carter left, he ordered me to take away all your carving materials.” Sylvia choked on her anger. She clenched her teeth to swallow the grievance and then sat down on the couch beside the desk using her crutches. The desk was free for Violet to clean up. Violet wore an apologetic look and then took her carving tools plus the wood blocks away. Even the rose that Odell stomped was swept away. The room returned to silence. Sylvia was robbed of her hobby, so she simply sat in front of the ceiling-to-floor window and stared outsid
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