"You really don't know?!" Jimmy exclaimed. "Know what?" Cynthia inquired. "It's nothing. I didn't say anything." Jimmy began but then cut himself off. "I'll give you a supercar." "Cynthia, it's not about the car." "Two limited-edition models, just for you." "Mitchell said he wouldn't tell you for now." "How about three?" "Captain's coming back." Cynthia perked up instantly, straightening in her seat. "Where did you get this news?" "From Mitchell. He really didn't tell you? I thought he was joking." Jimmy revealed before spilling all the news. Cynthia could hardly remain calm. If Captain was coming back, could it be to settle scores with her? "What's the matter?" Jimmy asked, steering the car into the parking lot of his apartment complex. Cynthia rubbed her temples, her heart still harboring a sliver of unease. "It's nothing." She and Jimmy alighted from the car. A little while later, after climbing the stairs and gulping down a glass of water to soothe he
"When is Captain coming back?" Cynthia continued to ask nonchalantly, not showing any signs of discomfort about the potential exposure. Mitchell chuckled softly. "I do not know." Cynthia questioned, "You really do not?" "I truly do not. He only mentioned that he would return in a while. No specific time was given." Mitchell was not concealing anything from her. Cynthia fell silent. No wonder Captain had told her during their last call that they would discuss matters when they meet. From the other end of the line, Mitchell started to guess, "Did you do something behind Captain's back?" Cynthia was speechless. Why did everyone react this way? "No. If he tells you when he is coming back, let me know in advance. I need to prepare." Cynthia stuck to her answer. "Prepare to run away?" Mitchell's slow, deep voice traveled through the phone. Cynthia remained silent. Dealing with someone she was close to was never easy. "If you truly did something to offend Captain, I sug
A crease formed instantly between Cynthia's brows. "Hold them back. I will be there shortly." "Understood!" Upon hanging up, Cynthia sent Moe a quick message explaining she had to attend to something urgent. She then got in her car and headed toward the place where Ellora resided. Meanwhile, at Ellora's location. After having breakfast, she was enjoying a walk when she noticed a large group heading toward her. However, considering the distance, she thought nothing of it, assuming it was probably someone's bodyguard out for a morning run. After all, the area where she lived was Nexuria's infamous luxury villa district. Ten minutes later, just as she was about to enter the house after her walk and enjoy some piano music, she saw people approaching. It was then that she recognized who the visitors were. Chyler and his entourage attempted to force their way in, but the bodyguards Cynthia had arranged for Ellora stopped them in their tracks. The head bodyguard immediately dialed
"Do you not believe me?" Chyler was hurt by her response. "Does it matter if I believe you or not? Your attempt to force me to kill our child was real, wasn't it?" Ellora intentionally kept the conversation going to buy time until Cynthia could arrive and resolve the situation. Chyler fell silent. Indeed, he was at fault for that incident. However, he still felt the need to explain. "Talia told me that your health was not fit for pregnancy. That's why I took such drastic measures." "Is the fate of my child to be decided by someone else? Don't you find that ridiculous?" Ellora always had a way of hitting the crux of the matter. "Ellora..." "I won't be going back with you. Just leave," she interrupted. "You know my temperament well. You should be aware of the consequences when I'm pushed into a corner." Chyler, seeing that gentle persuasion was not working, was ready to take a different approach. Ellora seemed unfazed. With a slight smile, her gaze met his. "You're still
'What a pain this ex-wife of Joshua was,' Chyler thought. "Ellora, do you really think you can resolve the situation by hiding? Don't forget that we're still legally married. By law, you're still my wife." Chyler knew that Ellora could hear him, so he spoke directly. "One month from now, our Ms. Yates will be filing for divorce on behalf of Ms. Ellora," one of the bodyguards chimed in. Chyler's gaze was sharp as a blade. How talkative this bodyguard was! Had he no sense of his job? "Does Cynthia think she is the high and mighty Ms. Yates of Yates Group and can meddle in other people's family affairs?" Chyler asked, clearly irritated. The bodyguard replied, "This is about promoting virtue and punishing vice." "Do you want to get fired?" "Mr. Young, I am a bodyguard for the Yates family, not the Young family," the guard shot back. Chyler's anger was so intense it was physically painful. Cynthia and her people were all a bunch of no-goods. "Chyler, please leave. I'll r
The moment she appeared, she became the focus of the whole scene. Ellora, standing by the window, felt a sudden lift in her heavy heart. Her eyes welled up with tears. "Cynthia!" "Ms. Yates," the two bodyguards saluted in unison. Cynthia handed them the car keys and only then turned to address Chyler. "Will you leave on your own, or shall I make you leave?" The word 'make' was emphasized by Cynthia. Chyler knew it was a threat. He considered confronting her. However, he also knew that if it came down to a fight, Cynthia would not be bothered with other bodyguards, and he would be her first target. And he could not beat her! At that moment, he deeply regretted not taking up Joshua's past invitations to train. Had he done so, perhaps it would be Cynthia lying on the floor instead of him when it came to a fight! "Can't you just mind your own business? This is a domestic issue between me and Ellora. Why are you interfering?" Chyler was extremely displeased with Cynthia. "Sh
Cynthia agreed. Ten minutes later, Chyler stepped into the living room and sat across from Ellora, with Cynthia at Ellora's side. Cynthia had initially planned to wait on the sidelines since she knew her presence might not be appropriate during their conversation. However, Ellora insisted she stays. Ellora broke the silence, empowered by Cynthia's presence. "I've said all that needs to be said. If you have anything to say, speak your mind." "Do I have no chance left at all?" Chyler asked. Ellora responded firmly, "None." "You do not want to be with me at all?" "Yes." Chyler was confused. "Why? I never intended to hurt you. I will never make decisions on my own based on what others say. I will put you first." "I am tired," Ellora admitted, not favoring life in high society. Chyler was handsome, academically excellent since childhood, and a successful business leader. Because of her marriage to him, she had endured numerous provocations and disdain from other women, all
The weight that had been pressing heavily on Ellora's heart finally lifted. However, there was still an emptiness that lingered. A sense of unease knotted up in her chest, and she reached out to Cynthia. "Cynthia, hold me." In response, Cynthia gave her a warm, secure embrace. Ellora held on, not asking to be released, and Cynthia did not let go. After an indeterminable length of time, Ellora finally spoke, her voice slightly hoarse, "Cynthia." "Hmm?" "Do you think I'm mad? He treated me so badly, yet I feel a little sad hearing that he has agreed to the divorce." Ellora rested her chin on Cynthia's shoulder. Her eyes tinged with red. "All humans have emotions. People are complex by nature, and you're doing really well," Cynthia comforted her. Love and hate are normal. There was nothing to worry about. After all, one cannot control the heart and emotions at will. "I wish I could be as carefree as you, but it seems like I can't," Ellora confessed, her voice filled with pai