Isabel noticed the doubt in his eyes. She proceeded to produce a mahogany amulet in the shape of a tiny fist and presented it to Liam. The amulet immediately caught his attention. Isabel raised the question innocuously, “Don’t you have something that looks like this too?” Liam nodded. He certainly did. It was stashed inside a drawer in his room. According to the words of his grandmother, it was gifted to him by someone very close when he was born. Isabel began to explain, “It was Mommy who carved these amulets herself. She said that we loved holding hands since we were born, which was why she made two small fists for each of us. She said that the two fists can be combined." Liam took the amulet and caressed its surface. It was identical to the one he had at home. He studied Isabel. She tilted her head to one side and regarded him with a brilliant smile. Liam pursed his lips, and the faint shadow of a smile began to surface on his lips. He asked, "What's your name?
Shortly after that, inside a private room on the second floor of the Elysian House, Odell was seated next to Tara while Sylvia and her two colleagues sat with them at the table. Perhaps due to Odell’s intimidating aura, both of Sylvia’s colleagues kept their heads low and did not dare to utter a word or make any sort of movement.From the moment he sat down, he had been staring fixedly at Sylvia without any attempts to conceal his gaze. Sylvia shifted uncomfortably as he watched her like his prey in this manner. She felt she had to say something. “Master Carter, it’s quite inappropriate for you to keep staring at me like this with your wife sitting right by your side.” Odell chuckled softly. “After three years, it doesn’t seem like you’ve changed all that much apart from the attitude you’ve developed.” Sylvia returned his snark response, “Well, I’ll have to thank the sixty slaps you gave me for that.” Odell’s lips twitched as his face darkened. It was as if he could not
The mother, son, and daughter trio hugged for some time before breaking up. Sylvia sat on the floor with them and listened to Isabel narrate her meeting with Liam in kindergarten. After she finished telling her story, she turned up to her mother with her chubby face and seemed like she was expecting praise. Sylvia smiled and lowered herself to plant a kiss on her daughter’s cheeks. “Good work, Isabel.” Isabel chuckled. Liam suddenly turned to Sylvia as well with his cheeks that resembled two freshly baked buns. He always wore a quiet, discrete look on his face. His large eyes were like pearls as he stared at his mother expectantly. Sylvia immediately kissed him on the cheeks as well. “Liam, good work too.” Liam pursed his lips and smiled shyly. Sylvia proceeded to ask him, “Liam, could you tell us about your life at home?" She wanted to know about his life in the past three years. If it turned out that Tara mistreated Liam, she would do everything in her power to
In the black car that was speeding down the road, Liam sat in his child seat and was staring straight ahead. He said, “No need to pick me up tomorrow. I'm going to have dinner there. I'll go home with Uncle Ben and Uncle Jacob after dinner.” Uncle Ben and Uncle Jacob were the bodyguards responsible for safeguarding him. He was telling this to Odell, who was sitting next to him. Odell frowned, looking a little displeased by this. The child had always spoken with a commanding tone, and it seemed like he would never accept any form of questioning once he had announced something. One would wonder where he learned such manners from. Truly, he was Odell’s flesh and blood. Odell scowled and stated sternly, "Don't play till too late, and remember to come home early." It seemed like Liam did not hear what he said. His eyes continued staring ahead of him while his mind was still filled with thoughts about the time he spent with his mother and sister. 'My mommy is so gentle and
At Sylvia’s residence, after sending Liam off, she brought Isabel inside and spent the better half of the day coaxing her. No matter what she did, the kid continued pouting and was in a dismal mood. Sylvia was running out of ideas. It was right then that Isabel’s phone rang. Liam was calling. She immediately picked up the call. Sylvia could not tell what was said on the other end of the phone, but a wide smile quickly surfaced on the kid’s face and she immediately beamed with joy. She was chanting repeatedly, “Okay, okay, let’s meet tomorrow!” Sylvia was clueless.Shortly after, Isabel hung up the phone and jumped into Sylvia's arms while exclaiming enthusiastically, "Mommy, Brother will pick me up tomorrow, and we will play at his house! He told me that there is no need to worry because he won’t let them find out that I’m your dear daughter and that I’m his sister.” Sylvia was shocked by this piece of information. She never expected Liam to take such an approach. Pe
Odell shot her a look. “Weren’t you going to the gallery today?” Tara answered, “The exhibition has ended. Besides, I haven’t seen Liam for some time, so I figured I might as well come to see him on such a rare occasion where you’re taking him out.” She turned to Liam and then noticed Isabel who was next to him. She was slightly startled. Why does this fat kid look so much like Liam? “Odell, who’s the little girl?" she turned to ask Odell while smiling. "She’s Liam’s friend." This surprised Tara again. How was it that this loner brat managed to make friends? She studied Isabel again. Isabel frowned and responded to her gaze with indifference. This must be the awful lady that Aunt Tonya mentioned! Tara quickly detected Isabel's hostility towards her, and she felt a wave of discontent rising inside her. Still, she formed a smile and addressed Isabel, "What a cute little girl. What's your name?" She approached Isabel and appeared to want to hug her. Liam immedi
Two days later, it was Monday. It had been two days since she saw Liam. The thought that she would get to see her son again made Sylvia especially ecstatic. She took an early day off and left by noon. She went to a nearby shopping mall where she bought large bags of ingredients, then she headed to the toy store to buy Liam and Isabel their favorite toys before making her way home. Right after she entered the car and was just putting on her seat belt, the kindergarten teacher called her.The teacher’s voice sounded anxious on the phone. “Miss Ross, your daughter got into a fight with someone at school. Please come as soon as you can.” Sylvia's expression shifted in an instant. "Okay, I'll be right there.” After hanging up the phone, she quickly revved the engine and zoomed off. It took her less than ten minutes to reach the kindergarten. She went to the teacher's office, and as soon as she came in, she saw several children standing by the wall. The one that immediately
By the time Odell came to his senses, Sylvia was miles away and her silhouette was the size of an ant. Odell's expression turned as black as tar, and an intimidating roar sounded through the cracks of his clenched teeth, "Sylvia!" Tara was frightened by his terrifying expression, and it took a while before she dared to approach him. She hugged his arm and tried to comfort him, “Odell, forget it. She has always been like this and there’s nothing we can do about her. Let’s not get caught up with her antics.” This only seemed to make things worse. What Tara said reminded him of the previous infuriating encounter with Sylvia. As if letting her threaten him with a razor blade to his neck was not bad enough, he had already let her escape from his very palms so many times! Just as he was about to erupt with anger, Tara quickly reminded him, “Odell, let’s go in and see Liam.” This seemed to do the trick of calming him, and his expression changed swiftly. He would deal with th
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