After a while, Isabel finally got tired and surrendered with her hands up. Sylvia caught up to her and picked her up in her arms. She mischievously dipped paint onto the tip of Isabel’s nose. Isabel chuckled as she panted. Sylvia looked at her daughter’s messy but adorable face, and it made her laugh as well. They were so carried away by their laughter that they completely forgot about Odell beside them. Odell watched for a while before he had to awkwardly clear his throat. Immediately, Sylvia recovered and picked Isabel up. Isabel was unhappy that their fun was interrupted. In Sylvia’s embrace, she crossed her arms and pointed at Odell. “Big baddie, why did you cough?” Since she was in her mother’s arms, she was almost at Odell’s eye level which granted her an intimidating presence. Odell raised a brow. He wanted to take Isabel from Sylvia’s arms, but then Isabel reached out to him and moved her hand over his face. Before he knew it, his face was smeared with colorfu
The glance from Odell was obviously telling Sylvia to leave right after she put the kids back to bed. Madam Carter was annoyed. She asked Sylvia, “Syl, where have you guys been? What happened to your faces?” Her question came with a smile with a hint of anticipation. She was hoping for something to happen between Odell and Sylvia. Sylvia then told Madam Carter what happened—from Odell taking the kids away from Starz Club in the morning to bringing them and her to Astroland. Madam Carter looked disappointed. “Grandmother, the kids are tired. I’ll tuck them in, and then I’ll leave,” Sylvia said.She wanted to carry Isabel back to the room. Madam Carter signaled the servant with a glance, and the servant came over to carry Liam to the room as well. She then went up to Sylvia and said, “Syl, since Odell is not coming home tonight, stay for dinner. Isabel and Liam should be awake soon. They’ll sulk if they don’t see you when they wake up.” A quick thought later, Sylvia said
Odell went back into the room after the phone call. Tara was eavesdropping behind the curtain, and when she noticed that the call had ended, she quickly jumped back into bed. Odell returned to his seat beside the beat. She maintained her feeble look and asked, “Odell, are you busy with something else?” “Nothing in particular.” Tara recalled him mentioning the kids on the phone. She had another glance at the paint on his face and then whispered her question, “Odell, were you with Isabel and Liam the whole day today?” Odell simply hummed a reply. Indeed, he had been with the kids but just not at home. In order to avoid any misunderstanding, he did not tell her that he was with Sylvia together with the kids. Tara looked anxious. She believed he must have spent time with Sylvia together with the kids, or else he would not have asked if Sylvia was still at the Carters’. She clutched her fists and said with a smile, “Odell, why don’t you bring the kids out next week and we can
Odell suddenly said, "No way. ” Sylvia’s expression changed. Madam Carter was shocked by this decision as well. She asked with a tone of discontent, “Odell, Sylvia is their mother. Why can’t she take them out to play?” “I’ll take them out tomorrow,” Odell answered her crossly. Madam Carter twitched and pressed further, “Wouldn’t it work if both you and Sylvia took them out to play then?” Sylvia pursed her lips. Odell shot a glance at Sylvia. “We’ve been divorced for some time, so it’s inappropriate for us to go out together. This troubled Madam Carter. “Both of you are the children’s parents. What’s so weird about that?” Odell finally admitted, “I’ve already told Tara that we’re bringing the kids out to play tomorrow.” Madam Carter’s expression harshened and she scoffed unhappily. Sylvia also furrowed her eyebrows. It was not so much that she could not tolerate the idea of her children spending time with Tara, but she was just rubbed off by how calculative T
Sylvia hurriedly stopped them. Doing so was only going to further upset Odell even more and push him to the point of no return. She consoled them patiently, "Isabel, Liam, Mommy will take you out to play the day after tomorrow." "But I don't like the ugly lady," Isabel protested. "I don't like her either," Liam said with a look of disdain. Sylvia did not want them to be with Tara either. Still, there was nothing she could do that would change Odell’s mind. After some consideration, she said, "Be patient. If she tries to bully you two, call me immediately.” Isabel pouted and answered reluctantly, "Okay." Liam was silent. Sylvia stayed with them a while longer and only left after she managed to convince them to eat dinner. After she went home, she sent a text to Tristan. She told him that she would go to the ball with him tomorrow evening. Tristan replied with a smiling emoji followed by, “Okay, do you need an evening dress? I'll have someone deliver one to yo
Tara immediately fell into his arms and cried, "Thank you, Odell. I will do my best to get them to open up to me.” “Hmm.” Odell glanced in the direction of the adults-only designated area. “Let's head over there and get some rest.” "Okay." Tara broke into a crooked smile when he was not looking. Even Sylvia did not stand a chance against her. These two brats were not going to get the better of her. ...... Meanwhile, in the Old District where Sylvia resided. "Achoo!” Sylvia, who was painting in the yard, suddenly sneezed Aunt Tonya asked her, “Sylvia, did you catch a cold?" "Aunt Tonya, I'm fine." Sylvia was thrown off by the sudden sneeze. She had been sitting in the sun the entire time to the point where her palms were sweating. There was no chance of her catching a cold like this. Was someone speaking ill of her behind her back? Sylvia picked up her phone. Liam had messaged her a few minutes ago. He sent several pictures of him and his sister playi
Liam stepped up to shield Isabel with his body. He answered Odell, “She brought us something to drink. Isabel was not expecting it to be so hot and accidentally lost her grip and dropped the cup on the floor, spilling the juice inside everywhere.” He transparently explained everything. Isabel backed her brother up. “He’s telling the truth.” Tara took a deep breath. Her eyes were turning red as she endured the pain and turned to Odell, "Odell, don't be angry. I don’t think Isabel didn't do it on purpose. She probably dropped it because it was too hot for her to hold.” Odell’s expression darkened. Perhaps it would have been better if she had said nothing at all. "This cup comes with an insulated cover. How is it that she got herself burned?" He glared at Isabel angrily again. “Isabel, tell me the truth. Did you do it on purpose?" Isabel looked at him in utter disbelief. Of course, it was intentional. The ugly lady intentionally explained things in a way that would mi
Tara seemed very moved by the gesture. Odell urged her on, "Don't wait. Hurry up and go to the hospital.” "Okay." Tara got into a car driven by one of the staff. At the same time, Odell carried Isabel in his arms and led Liam to the exit. Tara, who was going in the other direction, suddenly snapped around to glance at them. There was still a tint of disdain in her eyes, but it was overshadowed by general jubilation. Although she failed to drive a wedge between Odell and Isabel this time, she reaped some unexpected fruits as well. There was not a soul in the city who did not know who Odell was. The problem was he was never fond of these social events and banquets. No matter how much she pleaded with him in the past, he always refused to humor her. But today, he was the one who volunteered to go with her. Most of the participants at the ball were the bigwigs of the art industry of the city. Although she had also made a name for herself, she was still nothing compa
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