Sylvia gave a troubled look. They walked out of the restaurant together and strolled along a path leading back to the academy. Sylvia spoke her mind, “Thomas, please let me pay the bill next time.” Although she was divorced from Odell, she still considered Thomas her younger brother. Furthermore, he had rescued her not once but twice in her times of greatest need. She simply did not know how she could ever repay the favor she owed him, and she certainly could not have Thomas paying for her food. “Yeah.” He grunted. Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief. After a while, they reached the academy office, beside which was his office. After saying their goodbyes, the two of them went back to their respective offices. ...... Since Sylvia did not teach academic courses, her classes had a looser structure. She had prepared everything in advance, and the students had very good dynamics with her as well. The two classes she taught turned out to be very relaxing and produ
After two days of staying at home, she went to the academy again on Thursday. Just like Monday, she prepared for her lessons as soon as she got to the office. She focused on her work until her phone chimed. It was a message from Thomas. In the message, he asked, “Want to have lunch?” Sylvia checked the time. It was already noon, so she answered, “Sure.” After putting on her coat, she walked out of the office and saw Thomas leaning against a wall, waiting for her. He was wearing a long gray coat and tucked his hands in his pockets. His height combined with his refined looks drew the attention of several female teachers who passed and fawned over him. Unfortunately for them, he did not seem to take interest in any of them at all. He hardly looked at them and wore the same blank look as he always did. “Hey, Thomas,” Sylvia greeted him. Thomas looked at her and walked toward her. She asked, "What do you want for lunch?" He merely answered, "Anything works f
Leah seemed to have obtained a satisfactory answer, so she remarked, “I see.” After some small talk, she took her things and left. Sylvia got a little more rest after that. There was only a single partition wall separating her office from the next office. At the same time, there was a lanky figure of a man leaning against the wall. The partition walls were made of wood and were not exactly known for having good sound insulation. He could overhear the conversation in the neighboring office just by leaning against the wall. A brother? Did she still think of him as nothing more than a brother even till now? ...... Fast forward to Friday, around evening, Sylvia arrived at the kindergarten on time to pick up the kids. She led each of them in one hand. Since tomorrow was the weekend, Isabel was skipping along and seemed very happy. Liam was the exact opposite of her. She trailed behind Sylvia without a word. There was no telling what was on his mind, and he seem
Odell hugged Isabel who was sleeping soundly. Liam sat quietly beside him, just like he did on the way here. The car followed the path down the lane. Out of the blue, Liam suddenly broke his silence. "Dad, did you and Mommy get divorced?” Though his voice was that of a child’s, he spoke with an air of composure uncommon in children. Odell frowned and shot a look at him. "Who told you that?" "No one told me." Liam lowered his head and continued, “Two of our classmates have divorced parents as well. They don't live together, just like you and Mommy. They take turns bringing their kids out as well.” Odell wore a grimace and fell silent. The atmosphere inside the car suddenly became unbearably uncomfortable. After what seemed like forever, he finally answered, “Your mother and I got divorced, but that doesn’t change the fact that we’re still your parents." "Why?" Liam frowned and looked at him. Odell replied, "Well, there are many reasons." It all came down
The weekend passed in the blink of an eye. On Monday morning, Sylvia took Isabel and Liam to kindergarten, and after dropping them off, she went to the academy. The weather was getting cold, and there was already a sheet of ice floating atop the surface of the lake near the school. Sylvia walked in the direction of the office. The surface of the steps on the stairs was glittering because someone had spilled water on the stairs. After taking two steps up the stairs, Sylvia slipped and felt her body toppling backward. She was thrown off guard instantly and nearly shrieked when suddenly, she felt an arm reaching from behind and wrapping itself around her waist. She was already thrown off balance as she fell backward into a broad and muscular chest. "Are you alright?" She heard the voice of a man filled with concern. She composed herself and quickly stood up and thanked her savior with a smile, "I'm fine. Thanks, Thomas.” Thomas cautioned, “Be careful. The floor
Sylvia smiled back. "Goodbye." Shortly after that, they arrived at the gate. Sylvia turned and returned upstairs upon making sure that they had entered Odell’s car. She changed her clothes, put on a coat and a scarf, then she went to her car and proceeded to drive to the venue where the seminar was hosted. ...... Meanwhile, in the other car that was already speeding down the lane, the driver was focused on driving. In the backseat were Liam, Isabel, and Odell. Liam was sitting quietly by himself while Isabel was propped on Odell’s lap. She was staring intently at the snow outside when she abruptly turned around and stared at Odell. Odell noticed her staring at him and asked, "What's wrong?" Isabel asked with a tight grimace, “Are you bullying my Mommy again?" Odell frowned and answered, "Not that I know of.” He had not seen her for almost a month by now, so he could not do anything to her even if he wanted to. Isabel narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Why is
With that, they entered the phase of free-form discussions. Many teachers rose from their seats and split off into groups of three to five. Several teachers went straight for Sylvia. Needless to say, Thomas remained the most popular one by a wide margin. Many young female teachers gathered around him immediately after the host laid out the itinerary. One of the teachers asked him inquisitively, “Mr. Carter, I heard that you teach piano. What do you usually teach?” Thomas answered blankly, "Piano." There was an awkward silence. Sylvia was sitting close by and heard Thomas’s curt answer, so she glanced over. The surrounding teachers seemed rather at a loss for words, but they refused to give up and asked him again, “Do you only teach them piano in class? Are there any other things you teach them?” To this, Thomas grunted an odd response, “Hm.” The teachers were completely speechless. Sylvia darted another look at Thomas. He was seated very gracefully and
He was seated in a very princely manner with his hands resting on the table. A cold gleam of ice shone in his eyes, but he was not looking at her. Perhaps she had misheard? Sylvia pursed her lips and wondered if she should ask if he was talking to her just now. Her opportunity was lost when several teachers approached her and asked her enthusiastically, “Ms. Sylvia, would you mind sharing some of your insights in painting with us?” Sylvia dismissed the idea of asking Thomas and smiled back at them. "Okay." She took the time to talk with them. Soon, she was entranced by the conversation to a point where she no longer noticed the way the man looked at her only a short distance from her. … Before even realizing it, Sylvia had chatted with them until it was noon. They only wrapped things up after Christopher informed them that it was time for them to get something to eat. Thomas was still sitting near her. Sylvia walked with him and several teachers towards
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