”Oh.” She was fine with them not being here because she knew that the children would cry again if they saw her, especially the cute little chubby girl. The sheer thought of it upset her. She picked up the spoon and began eating. She went straight for her favorite dishes. She eyed a plate of fish that was just slightly too far away from her. However, she estimated the distance and guessed that she would have to stretch her arms almost across the table just to reach it, so she decided against it. She lowered her head and went back to eating what was already on her plate. That was when a piece of the fish that she had been eyeing was placed on her plate. It was none other than Odell who had given it to her. He put one piece on her plate, then another, and yet another before stopping. Sylvia was very astonished by this as if she had witnessed some sort of miracle. She thanked him kindly, “Master Carter, don't worry about me, please just enjoy your meal.” Odell
A smile instantly appeared on Isabel’s face. Liam seemed delighted to hear this as well. Noticing that the two of them were feeling better, Sylvia smiled and asked, "By the way, what's your name?" Isabel’s smile was instantly wiped away and her eyes began to well up again. Liam instantly became stoic as well and his mouth pursed up in unhappiness. Sylvia patted Isabel’s head, afraid of saying the wrong thing, "Uh..." "Hmph, stinky Mommy, you don't even know my name anymore!” Isabel turned and ran away. "My name is Liam Carter, and my sister's name is Isabel Ross.” Liam informed coolly before turning around and chasing after Isabel. Sylvia froze again. Liam Carter, Isabel Ross. How was it that both siblings had different surnames? She let these questions sit inside her head and searched around until she found Aunt Tonya in the largest bedroom. Aunt Tonya was taking care of Flint alongside two matron nurses. Flint was sleeping soundly on the bed.
Odell grimaced in silence. After a while, Skylar continued, "Since there are no signs of any physical damage, then the source of it all must be mental. I doubt that the second master kidnapping her for a day would have resulted in her losing memory of everything over the last nine years. I believe that her amnesia should be closely related to the trauma from her half-year stay in Galston that resulted in her depression.” With all that information provided, she asked, “She refuses to tell me about those six months in Galston. Do you by any chance know what she experienced during that time?” Odell answered, his voice was hollow, "She was imprisoned by Thomas in those six months and was frequently threatened, and even terrorized by him.” “Was that all he did?” Odell frowned and added, "She was locked up in a dark room, all by herself, for more than three months.” Skylar pressed further, "What did he do to her during those three months?” "I have no idea." All of wha
Aunt Tonya sighed, “Right, I almost forgot. You only met him after you married Odell.” Sylvia repeated her question, “So why did he do all this to me? Was it because Odell took back the corporation and drove him and his mother away?” Just as Aunt Tonya was about to reply, there was a knock on the door. Sylvia looked over along with Aunt Tonya. "Who’s that?” Aunt Tonya asked. "It’s me." Odell said in a low voice, "Are you two done yet?” "Oh, we’re almost done.” Aunt Tonya said as she stood up. Sylvia was about to stand too but Aunt Tonya made her sit again and remarked, "This is the bedroom that the two of you share. You don’t have to leave.” Sylvia stood up anyway. Aunt Tonya looked at her curiously. She whispered, "I'd better go out with you, I don't want to be alone with him." She was afraid of him. Before the age of twenty-four, Odell had seemed very indifferent and the thought of approaching him filled her with apprehension. Meanwhile, the Odell
"What is it?” “Go out with me tomorrow." "What are we going to do?” “We’re going to meet someone." “Who?" "You'll know when you get there.” “Okay.” Sylvia agreed before asking again, “Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?” He looked her up and down and stated, “That’s all.” "Then I'll go out first." Sylvia walked out. "Wait a minute." He suddenly stopped her. Sylvia turned back to him and asked, "What's up?” He walked up to her and brushed a loose strand of hair away from her forehead, "You don't have to leave, I’ll just sleep in the guest room myself.” With that, he walked past her and walked out of the room. Sylvia felt a strange tightening feeling in her chest. She pursed her lips, then sat back down onto the sofa and took out her phone. The phone seemed far more advanced than the one she had nine years ago. She turned on the phone and went through the list of accounts she followed on social media and the people on her frie
Shortly after, Aunt Tonya knocked on the door to call them for breakfast. Liam took Flint into his arms and walked out with his sister. Sylvia rose from the bed and washed up, then she went through the closet and chose a combination of a white shirt and a pair of jeans. She tied her hair into a high ponytail before heading to the living room. Odell and the children were seated together at the dining table. They all turned to her at the same time upon noticing her enter. Sylvia met Odell's eyes and smiled politely, "Good morning." Odell returned the greeting, "Morning." Sylvia sat across from Odell with the two children. After a while, Odell asked, "Did you sleep well last night?" In between bites of food, Sylvia answered him, “I slept pretty well.” Odell stared at her rosy cheeks and stayed quiet. The silence continued for some time until he was full and set down the cutlery. Then he looked at her again, “We’re heading out soon, is there anything else y
Officer Sach glanced at Sylvia and asked, “Master Carter, would you like to head inside with Miss Ross?” "I'll go in first." Odell said while letting go of Sylvia's hand. Then, he turned to inform her, “Wait for me here for a while and don’t wander around." "Okay." Sylvia answered, but inside her mind, she muttered a silent complaint, ‘Why would I just wander around? I’m not a child.’ Odell turned to the officer again, "Officer Sach, please have someone watch over her.” Sylvia was speechless. Officer Sach proceeded to summon two of his officers and entrusted them with the task of watching over Sylvia. They had Sylvia sit down somewhere nearby. Meanwhile, Odell went into the room. It was a heavily guarded room, and was as quiet as a cemetery inside. It was rather dark inside and there was nothing save for a table and two chairs inside. Odell sat down in one of the chairs. After a while, Thomas came in through another door. His hands had been handcuffed
Sylvia became very uncomfortable when she saw how Thomas was scrutinizing her up and down and asked, “What do you mean by that?” Thomas suddenly chuckled, as if amused by something. It was no wonder that Odell had asked him about those three months. This explained why he was fine with him meeting Sylvia. “It’s nothing.” He brushed it off. Sylvia sat on the chair that Odell had sat in previously and asked suspiciously, “I heard that you wanted to see me. Why did you want to see me?” Thomas rubbed his hands together and asked with a smile, "You don't remember me at all?" Sylvia shook her head and answered genuinely, "I only remember what happened nine years ago." They had not even met each other yet nine years ago. Thomas pursed his lips. Noticing his silence, Sylvia asked impatiently, "What exactly did you want to see me for?” “Nothing, I just wanted to see you." “To see how I’ve been doing?” “Hmm,” he said. Sylvia scoffed, “Well, I suppose I’ll
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