Sylvia glanced at Sherry’s clean face. “You guys go ahead then. There’s no need to worry about me. There’s another guest room over there. I can spend the night there so I won’t have to go back to the previous room. I won’t be a nuisance to either of you.” She refused to leave. She had a feeling John was angry enough to kill Sherry at this moment. She had to stay on to keep her friend safe. John’s smile disappeared. “Mrs. Carter, are you insisting on staying?” Sylvia’s gaze shifted. Sherry slammed the table and yelled, “You b*stard! Your anger is aimed at me, so don’t talk to my friend like that!” John took his glasses off and rubbed the lens with his fingers. All at once, the atmosphere became gloomy.Sylvia felt the chills running down her back. She said, “Sherry, I’m fine. Please calm down.” “Mrs. Carter, I think it’s better if you leave the room first.” Now that John was looking at her without his glasses, the grim and viciousness of a mature man could clearly be se
Sylvia wanted to go out, so she told him. “I’m not going to see Sherry. Can I go out for a walk?” The bodyguard said, “Mrs. Carter, Master Stockton stated that you are not allowed to leave the premises tonight. Please forgive me.” Sylvia had no choice but to turn around and go back into the room.She returned to the bed and video-called her kids. They seemed to be waiting for her call as they immediately answered within seconds. Three adorable faces appeared on her phone screen. “Mommy, have you eaten?” Isabel asked. “Mommy, Mommy…” Flint murmured. Liam watched in silence. Sylvia smiled. “I just ate dinner.” Isabel pouted. “Are you living well over there?” “It’s pretty good. Here, I’ll give you a tour of my room,” said Sylvia as she turned the phone camera around to show them the room. “Mhmm. It’s okay, it’s a little plain though,” said Isabel. Flint, “Mommy, Mommy…” Sylvia smiled. “Isabel, did you and Liam behave well at school today?” Isabel instantly lif
Sylvia was speechless for a moment before she gave Sherry the buns she snuck for her. Sherry gobbled the buns like a hungry wolf. She got up after finishing the buns and hugged Sylvia tightly. “Syl, thank goodness you’re here! Or I’ll be dead!” Sylvia pursed her lips helplessly when she noticed the red marks around Sherry’s neck. …Sherry came back from the dead and looked more energetic after gobbling the buns. She looked alive. Sylvia accompanied her to the yard and watched her sew. Sherry sewed quicker today, but it was sloppy. She finished the ugly lily from yesterday in under an hour. She then picked up another piece of cloth and stared at it for a while. She said to Sylvia, “Syl, why don’t you help me draft something?” She had no idea what to sew and could not paint, so she asked her friend for help. Sylvia took the piece of cloth and asked, “What do you want to sew?” Sherry pondered. “A sunflower? Make it simple.” “Alright.” Sylvia grabbed the pencil and
Julie furrowed her brows. She seemed afraid of Queenie, and even though she disagreed, she dared not stop her friend. Queenie grunted and stared at Sherry, who was still chewing on meat. “Sherry, I’m talking to you! Are you deaf?!” Sherry ignored her. She tugged Sylvia’s sleeve and said, “Sylvia, let’s eat. Ignore her.” Sylvia awkwardly tightened her lips. Queenie strode forward to the table. “Sherry, what’s with that attitude? Don’t forget you’re just a stripper from a club!” She went up to Sherry and tried to slap her face. Sylvia frowned coldly. Julie screamed out of shock. “Queenie, calm down!” Slap! A loud slap sounded, but it was not Sherry that was slapped. It was Queenie. Before Queenie could land her slap, Sherry got up and slapped her first. The strong slap turned her face and almost knocked her off her balance. Everything plunged into silence for a moment. Julie nervously went up to Queenie. “Queenie, are you alright?” With her hand covering her fac
“I rarely see her around. Her brother usually keeps her away. This is probably the third time I see her since I came here.” Sherry served a bowl of soup for Sylvia. “Don’t you worry about me. I’ve seen a lot of girls like her and I won’t let her climb on top of my head and do whatever she wants!” Sylvia sighed when she thought about Sherry slapping Queenie earlier. She was still worried. “You just slapped her. What if she tells Madam Stockton about it? Will she do anything to you?” “Don’t worry.” Sherry shoved a piece of shrimp into her mouth. “Madam Stockton might call me things behind my back but she won’t do anything to me. The best she could do is tell John about it and let him deal with me.” Sherry knew the Stockon family well. Sylvia sighed and let the concerns slip. …Maybe because Queenie snitched on Sherry, John came back before it was dark. Sylvia was in the yard with Sherry, watching her sew. Sherry had a glance at the man approaching and continued sewing. S
Maybe because of the tightening clutch over her face or the skip of a beat in her heart, Sherry frowned. She gasped and gulped before she looked into that frosty gaze. She forced a smile and said, “It’s been so many years, and you’re still clinging on to that? Do you hate me that much, or are you still thinking about me?” John tightened his clutch the moment her words subsided. There was only grimness on his handsome face. “Sherry, am I being too lenient to the point that you misunderstood your place?” The intense pain made Sherry feel like her cheekbone was breaking. She said with gnashing teeth, “Strangle me to death or let me out of here. If you can’t do both of them, you miss me.” John pursed his lips. His glasses no longer concealed his terrible mood. He said, “Strangling you to death will only stain my hand with your blood. Don’t even try to agitate or provoke me to release you. I’ll keep you here for life and make sure you don’t eat or sleep well. I want you to suf
Sherry gulped as she watched. John ignored her scorching gaze and continued eating and drinking. Half of the wine in the decanter was gone before dinner even finished. Sherry clenched her fists and glared at the man. John finally looked at her with an evil smile. “You want some?” “Yes!” She had yearned for the taste of wine for a while now. John smiled. “Then watch me drink.” He poured himself another glass and drained it to the last drop. “You prick,” Sherry said. The last drop of wine in the decanter was soon poured into his glass. He leaned back and swirled the wine while looking at her in delight. Sherry’s patience was at her limit. She bolted up and dashed toward him like the wind. John grinned and put the glass near his mouth. Sherry widened her eyes. “Leave some for me!” She strode faster to his side and tried to snatch the glass. However, she was one step too late. The last drop had fallen into his mouth when she touched the glass. All she got wa
It was already late when Sylvia finished the call. She put her phone down and went to the bathroom for a shower. After she came out from her shower, she saw her phone blinking. Someone texted her. She picked up the phone and saw the messages from Odell. The first message was a picture of Flint drinking a bottle of milk. “The kids are doing fine today. Isabel didn’t cause any trouble at school. Everything is fine at home.” It was followed by another text another minute later. “How about you? Are you doing well at the Stockton family’s place?” Sylvia frowned. She had the urge to text back but her fingers froze before they typed. She struggled for a moment before ultimately tossing her phone away. …The next morning, Sylvia snuck several buns from breakfast for Sherry again. John had gone to work. When Sylvia arrived at the living hall, Sherry was sewing on the couch but she looked weak. “Sherry?” Sylvia called her. Sherry’s eyes gleamed. “Syl! Did you bring a
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