The dark shadow strode toward Sylvia in an instant. It moved like a bolt of lightning. Sylvia had just sat up when the figure stopped in front of her. His slender hand cupped her chin as his face lowered close to hers with a pair of sharp eyes that seemed to bore holes into her with its penetrating gaze. His rough voice said, "What? It's only been a few days that we haven’t seen each other and you can’t recognize me already?" This gloomy voice… Who else could it be except for Odell? Even when he had been standing at the doorway, Sylvia had already gotten the feeling that it was him. It was just that she could not be sure because his face had been hidden within the shadows, especially considering he was around the same height as Thomas. She felt a strange sense of calmness and asked, "Odell, aren't you suppose to be recovering in the hospital? Why are you here?" She suddenly felt a twinge of pain in her jaw as soon as she finished her sentence. She sucked in a breat
"Sylvia, let me ask you just one more question." He held her chin tightly in his hands. A rush of his hot breath blew against her face, "Do you still love me?" Sylvia froze, her hands clasped together tighter than before. Did he still have feelings for… But wasn’t he engaged to Lily? They had gotten engaged in front of all of their friends and families. If she claimed that she still loved him, would he call off the entire thing to be with her? What about Lily? How would he explain things to the Springsteens? She remembered the time Madam Springsteen had come to confront her. She was still mentally unstable. Someone who could not draw and keep her emotions stable… How could someone like her be with him and give him happiness? “Answer me!” He suddenly bellowed. Sylvia snapped back to her senses and answered in a trembling voice, "No… no." He glared at her fearful eyes and asked accusingly again, “You don’t love me anymore?” “Yes.” “Is there not e
Meanwhile, inside the VIP room at Lush Heaven. It was very dimly lit and there was a strong scent of alcohol in the air. The sleeping man on the couch slowly opened his eyes. Lily who was sitting next to him sprang to attention and promptly put his phone back onto the table behind her. She put a smile on her face and greeted Odell, “Hey, you finally woke up?” Odell’s head was throbbing with pain, he raised his hand and pressed it against his forehead, then he asked her, "Why are you here?" "A friend of mine told me that she saw you coming here last night, so I figured I’d just drop by to see you." She stated unflinchingly. Odell sat up and checked the time on his watch. He frowned, then he got up and approached the table to pick his phone up. Lily mentioned, “Just so you know, the young miss called you two times today. I didn't answer the first time and figured I’d tell you when you wake up. Since you continued to sleep, I ended up helping you answer the seco
Even after Isabel had tried all ten fingers, the door still refused to budge. She frowned and turned to Liam, “Why can’t I unlock it?” “The lock has been changed, it’s not the same one as before.” Liam stated after observing the lock, then he proceeded to ring the doorbell. He rang the doorbell several times. They could hear the doorbell echoing inside the house, but nobody emerged from the house. Isabel murmured ruminatively, "Why isn't Mommy opening the door? Isn't she at home?" Liam took his phone out and searched for the contact saved as ‘Mommy’ and proceeded to call her. At this time of day, the surrounding area was fairly quiet. Upon making the call, both of them could hear a faint ringing of Sylvia’s phone coming from inside the house. "Mommy’s phone is in there, I heard it ring!" Isabel cried out and gestured toward the house. Liam frowned. Why wasn’t Mommy answering her phone? Liam turned to Ben and Jacob, "Uncle Ben, Uncle Jacob, could you two
"Alright, we are doing everything we can to guarantee the safety of mother and child, but we will need you to sign an agreement with us beforehand.” "What agreement?" "It's a prenatal agreement. One of our nurses will bring it to you. Just read through it and sign it.” With that, the doctor hurried back into the delivery room. Aunt Tonya clasped her hands in front of her and walked back and forth anxiously. What did she know about the protocols? All she knew was that Sylvia's life was at stake and that the child inside her was very important to her. After pacing about for a while, she suddenly noticed something amiss. She looked at Ben and Jacob who were both standing next to her and asked, "Where's Odell? Where has he gone? Why didn't he come?" Ben and Jacob exchanged an awkward glance and muttered with embarrassment, "Aunt Tonya, Master Carter is at Miss Lily’s. He doesn’t know that Sylvia has gone into labor.” Aunt Tonya's expression immediately changed as
His brows were knit together into an intense frown and his eyes were as cold as ice. He remembered exactly what the woman had told him last night, word for word. Not only had she told him that the baby inside her did not belong to him, she had even insisted that she felt nothing for him and was completely unconcerned about him even though he had gotten into a car accident. Why should he go and see her at the hospital? She deserved to lose her baby! Nobody had forced her to go to Galston with that man. Whose fault was it that she had become depressed over getting dumped? His expression became colder and colder as he hissed into the phone, “Let me know when she has lost the baby.” With that bitter statement, he ended the call. … Inside the hospital. Aunt Tonya was completely baffled as she stared at the phone. After recoiling from her shock, she went on a rant, “Odell, you ungrateful, disgusting, despicable b*stard! If something happens to Sylvia, I will m
Bathed within darkness, his figure stood tall and lean. Even though his face was covered in darkness, it did not affect his handsome appearance in any way. Lily was fascinated by it. She only came back to her senses after he had finished the cigarette, then she asked cautiously, “Odell, are you going to look for Sylvia?” Odell threw the cigarette butt on the ground, “I’m not going.” What kind of fool was he to allow himself to be strung along? Lily saw this as a chance and suggested, “Why don’t I go on a walk with you?” Ding! As soon as she said this, Odell’s phone rang again. In irritation, he pulled the phone out of his pocket. The caller ID showed that it was Liam calling. Why was the brat calling him this time? After hesitating for a few seconds, he reluctantly put the phone to his ear, "What's the matter?" "Dad, if you don't come to see Mommy again, you’re not only going to lose her, but you will lose me and Isabel also.” Liam’s childlike voice w
Liam, Isabel! Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. Her muddled mind suddenly regained a certain clarity and her blurred vision became clear again. She looked at the man in front of her. There was a layer of antibacterial covering over his tailored suit. He also had a head cover and a mask on that concealed his appearance. The only thing that helped her recognize him was the all-too-familiar look in his eyes. Such dark eyes with such an intense look within them, who else could it be if not Odell? Still, she had a hard time believing it. He had hung up on her. What had made him suddenly decide to come here? "Am I... Am I dead?" Was this just a hallucination? Odell told her, "...You're not dead, you're still alive." His gaze was sharp as a knife and his voice was cold and gloomy. Sylvia shuddered, as clarity began to return to her brain. She asked weakly, "You... Why are you here? Didn't you hang up on me?” Odell glared at her, "Aunt Tonya and Liam cal
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