”Okay then.” Isabel decided to not hold it against Flint since he was still a toddler. After a while, Isabel pouted again and groaned, “Ugh, when will Mommy remember us? What if she never remembers us? She seems so dumb now.” “I don’t know." Beneath the glow of the moonlight, a dark, somber look came over their faces. After a while, Isabel suddenly proposed, “Why don't we sleep with mommy too?" "No, we're already six years old, we can’t keep sticking to Mom all the time.” Isabel pouted, “Okay.” After staring at Sylvia for a while longer, they went out. After that came a tall figure. He flicked on the bedside lamp that Isabel had just turned off and sat on the edge of the bed. He silently gazed at Sylvia's sleeping face with his deep, dark eyes. He could not resist the urge to reach his hand out and caress Sylvia’s cheeks. Sylvia was sleeping soundly and did not feel his touch. With a gentle look in his eyes, Odell recalled what had happened that after
So that’s what it was, Sylvia thought. She immediately kissed Isabel and Liam’s cheeks respectively. Both of the children returned the favor and planted a kiss on her cheeks as well. Their bodies had a sweet scent that Sylvia could smell when they came in close for the kiss. The texture of their lips were soft to touch. Sylvia felt an indescribable sense of joy welling inside of her when they kissed her. She smiled as she had never smiled before, and that was when a tall figure suddenly approached from behind. The man was wearing a black tailored suit and stood tall like a giant over the children. It was impossible to not notice him. When Sylvia looked at him, she saw his dark eyes sweeping over her with a tender and affectionate look within them. She felt her cheeks glowing red hot as she greeted him shyly, "Good morning." With a subtle smile on his face, he said, "Good morning." "Do you have any plans for today?" He asked. She blurted out, “I don’t think
It did not take long for Sylvia to get sleepy as well. Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, her phone suddenly rang. A message from Sherry popped up on the display: “Sylvia, help!” Sylvia sprang to attention immediately. She texted back: “What’s going on? Where are you now?” Sherry replied: “I’m in Glanchester.” Glanchester? The popular tourist destination next to Westchester City? Sylvia asked frantically: “Which part of Glanchester? What happened? Are you ok?” After that, radio silence again. Sylvia immediately called her only to find out the number was unavailable. The phone was turned off! Sylvia could not sit still after that. She paced around frantically and tried to call Sherry again to no avail. She flipped through her contact list again. There was not a single person she remembered that could be of any help to her. The only person who could help her was Odell. After troubling over the idea for several seconds, she bit the bullet and call
There were no pictures of John online. There was not much information either and all Sylvia could find were brief details. For instance, there were details about him getting banished from the Stockton family around six years ago, for reasons unknown. What happened to him after that was a complete mystery, up until two years ago when he suddenly re-emerged as the wealthiest plutocrat in Glanchester. He had single-handedly built up the tourism and entertainment industry in Glanchester and made the city a leader in these sectors. Shortly after that, the Stockton family, who had been on a steady decline since his departure, decided to relocate from Westchester City to Glanchester. John was accepted back into the family and revived them to their previous glory and more. They were now the icon of Glanchester. There was a particular remark that caught Sylvia’s attention which wrote: Benevolent and ruthless beyond imagination. She wrinkled her brows upon noting this. These two t
Sylvia took two steps forward and stopped in front of Odell. He cupped her face in one hand and gently brushed her cheeks with his fingers. The warmth on his fingertips seemed to transfer over. He asked in a cautious voice, "Are you still worried about Sherry?" Sylvia froze, partly because she was afraid of upsetting him by drawing away, but also because she was stunned by how he seemed to read what was on her mind. “Yeah, I'm quite worried about her,” she answered him truthfully. He informed, "I asked around. She’s doing fairly well apart from the fact that she’s not allowed to leave the villa.” “Is John hard on her?” “That’s private. I don’t know much about that.” Sylvia frowned. Noticing this, Odell informed, “He still has feelings for her and won’t do anything terrible to her.” "Really?" “Yes.” "But Aunt Tonya mentioned that back then when there was a misunderstanding between us. You also…” Sylvia quickly zipped her lips when she realized that she w
Cliff was still perplexed. Even though the project was not a minor one, it was not impotent enough to warrant an in-person survey from the leader of Carter Corporation. It would have made more sense to send someone over to dig up the details. Still, Odell must have his reasons for wanting to do it himself. Cliff knew his place and did not pester him with more questions. "Okay, I'll let them know first thing tomorrow morning." After hanging up, Odell put the phone beside the bed and looked out the window gloomily. If his suspicions were correct, the reason Sylvia tossed and turned in bed and had trouble falling asleep was that she was worried about Sherry. He knew that John would welcome him in person when he visited Glanchester. It would be a good chance for him to talk to him about Sherry and gauge how he felt toward Sherry. This was the least he could do to put Sylvia at rest. ... A day later, in the evening. Sylvia was on her phone and was just about to buy a tr
Odell was ready for the trip as well. His suitcase was right next to the couch. Sylvia put her suitcase next to his and greeted him with a bright smile, “Good morning.” Odell turned to her and muttered, "Morning." Then, he put down the newspaper and rose from his couch to approach her. He rested a large palm on her head and beckoned, "Come on, let’s eat breakfast.” Sylvia went to the dining table with him. The thought that she would be heading to Glanchester to look for Sherry filled her with anticipation. She ate as fast as she could and pushed the plate away as soon as she had eaten enough. Odell glanced at her. "Are you full?" "Yeah." Noticing that Odell was about to set his spoon and fork down, she quickly stated, “Take your time if you’re not full yet. Don’t worry about me.” "I'm full, too." He wiped his hands and his lips with a towel, then got up. “Come on, let's go now." He held out a hand toward her. She hesitated briefly before placing her hand o
Odell considered briefly. “Whatever is the specialty in Glanchester.” Sylvia was not a picky eater anyway, so she could stomach any food that tasted good. She had more than enough of her favorite food back in Westchester City. Since they were in Glanchester, they should try whatever the local specialty was. Peter nodded. Then he turned and gave instructions to the others who came with him. Meanwhile, Sylvia had been rabidly taking pictures. It was only after she finally took some pictures that she was satisfied with when she finally felt several pairs of eyes on her. There was Odell and Cliff, along with several men in suits. They were probably the ones Odell was meeting up with to discuss business. She immediately put away her phone and trotted back to Odell. She whispered cautiously, "I'm sorry, am I taking up your time?” Odell brushed the hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. Then he took her hand and answered her, "No." “Mrs. Carter, good t
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