Aunt Tonya, Isabel, and Liam were huddled together in the corridor, all of them staring intently at the delivery room. When Odell came out, Aunt Tonya immediately rushed towards him and asked, "How is Sylvia doing?” The children anxiously turned to him as well. He answered, “She’s doing much better, and she’s in the delivery room now.” Aunt Tonya immediately heaved a sigh of relief, "That's good, that’s good.” Isabel and Liam seemed just as comforted by the news. Odell gently patted Liam and said, "Take your sister with you and have Ben and Jacob take you two somewhere to eat dinner.” Liam insisted, "I want to wait here for Mommy to come out." Isabel chimed, "I want to wait for Mommy too.” Odell glared at them coldly, "Either you go and get dinner right now, or you go home. The choice is yours.” Liam frowned. Isabel scoffed at him. With that, they departed hand in hand with Ben and Jacob. Odell turned to Aunt Tonya, "Aunt Tonya, can you tell me wh
Now that he recalled everything that happened that day, he was beginning to notice many peculiarly odd details… Which meant that she had been lying to him ever since that time? She never meant to go with Thomas. She only went to Galston with him to save Aunt Tonya and the children! He balled his hand into a fist and fell into an ominous silence for a long time. At last, he spoke, “How did she come to be depressed?” “Sigh… After she went to Galston, she did everything she could to sneak back to Westchester City but Thomas caught her every time. He had several people's hands chopped off to intimidate her and to send a message. This isn’t even the worst of it because later, he separated me from her and had her locked in a room where she could not even see the light of the sun or tell what time of the day it was. He locked her up in there like an animal for three months before he finally let her out. I don’t even know what he did to her in those three grueling months. By the ti
The door opened from the inside. The nurse held a baby wrapped in a blanket and smiled at Odell. “Master Carter, congratulations, it’s a boy!” Odell barely spared a look at the child and turned to the nurse with a frantic look on his face. "What about her? How is she?" The nurse informed, “Both the mother and the baby are safe. She exerted a lot of strength during childbirth and is very tired. She’s asleep now and should be fine after being given some time to rest.” Odell tried to go inside but the nurse stopped him from doing so. The nurse smiled politely. “Please wait just a moment. We'll have her out in no time.” Odell halted. "You should take the boy first, he’s adorable,” the nurse said and handed the boy to him. Odell finally took a good look at the boy. His skin was smooth as silk and fair. He was a tiny boy. The look in Odell’s eyes immediately softened, and he took the boy into his arms. Perhaps the boy sensed Odell’s beating down, he pried ope
”Yes, everything there is to know,” Odell spoke with a tint of ice in his voice. Sylvia twitched her lips. Odell refused to avert his intent gaze from her. A stark silence descended upon the room. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he suddenly asked, breaking the silence. Sylvia tried to avoid his gaze and wanted to play it off. “Tell you what?” “That he forced you to go to Galston with him, that he was the reason you ended up with depression, and to tell me that the boy is my son!” He became more infuriated as he went on. He was practically shouting toward the end of his sentence. Sylvia was not as frightened as she thought she would be. Not only was she not afraid of his outburst, but she even found herself laughing uncontrollably like a mad woman. She mocked him, "You’re already engaged. What’s the point of telling you all this to begin with?” She originally intended to tell him. On the plane back to Westchester City from Galston, she had already composed everyt
Sylvia made a look and smiled silently. Odell watched her and could not suppress the urge to draw his face closer toward her and kiss her lips. After sharing a brief kiss, Sylvia drew her hand toward his neck and gently nudged him away. Odell frowned and stared at her unhappily. Sylvia suddenly brought up. "I just remembered something." "What is it?” "If the engagement wasn’t real, why did you go on a date with her two days ago?" "Who told you that I went on a date with her?" he expressed angrily. Sylvia informed, “Isabel and Liam told me that you didn't go home to see them on New Year's eve." Odell pinched her cheek and explained, slightly upset, "After you left that night, I went to Lush Heaven right away. I ended up drinking too much and fell asleep there." Something gleamed in her eyes. "Oh." That was right. On the day of New Year’s eve, he came to visit her and ask her if she still loved him. Odell narrowed the look in his eyes and looked at her
Odell seemed greatly affected by this. "When did you come?”“I went that morning immediately after Isabel called me to tell me that you got into a car accident. When I got there, I wasn’t expecting both Lily and Madam Springsteen to show up at the same time so I was afraid to head up there to see you because they were there as well. I hid somewhere and waited until they came out. That was when I heard them mention that you were fine, and I ended up leaving after that.” Sylvia relayed everything that happened during her visit to the hospital that day. Odell frowned. He remembered that Lily and Madam Springsteen had come rather early that day and had stayed with him nearly the entire noon before leaving. It was only after Lily left that afternoon that he asked Cliff to send someone to spy on Sylvia, only to learn that she had been staying at home all day, doing nothing. At the time, he thought that she could not be bothered to see him at all. Never in his wildest dreams woul
Isabel puffed up her cheeks and pondered. She seemed to take the task very seriously. “Flint.” It was Liam who said this. Odell, Sylvia, and Isabel turned to him collectively. Sylvia asked him with a smile, “Liam, why do you want to name your brother Flint?” Liam looked at his baby brother who was sleeping soundly and remarked, "His eyes are dark like coal. I thought Flint would be a nice name.” Sylvia smiled and gave her blessings. "Okay, let's call him Flint.” … Sylvia's body was still rather weak. She had breakfast, went to the bathroom, then chatted with everyone for a while before falling asleep with Flint next to her. Seeing that her mother and her new brother were sleeping together, Isabel wanted to crawl into the bed and sleep with them, but Odell stopped her. He took her into his arms and patted Liam's small shoulder with the other. “Come on out. Your brother and mother need some rest.” Liam glanced at the two sleeping figures on the bed and r
Sylvia sheathed the sharp look in her eyes and softened her tone, "When did you turn around?" “Just now.” As soon Odell answered, he drew closer to the bed and leaned in toward Sylvia. He took her chin in his hand and said with a coy smile, “Repeat what you just said." Sylvia repeated, slightly puzzled, "When did you turn around?” “No, the previous sentence.” Sylvia’s confusion was ever-growing. She looked at him evasively. His handsome face was only inches from her. He had a self-satisfied smile and seemed rather amused by the current situation. How was he so amused when Sylvia was upset at him only a moment ago? Unsure of what was on his mind, Sylvia decided to play it off. "I forgot what I said.” "Huh?" Odell grunted icily. Sylvia's eyes narrowed and she carefully whispered, “I said, who told you to turn around?" “You said it in a different tone just now,” he said with a stern look on his face. Sylvia added a tint of aggression to her voice, "W
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