For his barrage of questions, Cynthia only had four words, "She is my friend." "So what if she's your friend?" Chyler was dismissive. "Would you think that Joshua and Yiordan are friends with you because of money? If they both hit rock bottom one day, will you stop associating with them?" Cynthia said. "I am not that kind of person," Chyler retorted. Cynthia fell silent, simply maintaining eye contact with him. She had been working hard, learning, and earning money so that she could help her friends when they encountered difficulties in the future without having to rely on her family. Now, she has achieved that goal. Ellora was a person worth helping. "Friendships without benefits tend to last longer. The disparity between your family background and Ellora's is too great. Over time, problems between the two of you will arise," Chyler continued. "None of the issues you worry about will ever occur between me and Ellora. You just need to divorce her and then leave her alone,"
What a shame that such a wonderful girl had to encounter someone like Chyler. Moe's gaze rested on Cynthia, a hint of something more lurking in his otherwise cool eyes. "I feel the same," he said. "Hmm?" "I feel bad for you." The four words were spoken with utter sincerity. His boss, Cynthia, deserved nothing but the best. A surprise flitted across Cynthia's face, quickly followed by a soft smile. Her heart warmed. "Boss," Moe intoned each time he addressed her with such gravity. "What is it?" Cynthia asked. "Although I have said it before, I would like to offer you some advice. If you ever decide to get married, please consider all aspects. Ideally, let me help you screen your prospects," Moe began. "Alright," Cynthia agreed. At her acquiescence, a subtle shift appeared in Moe's mood, yet it faded as quickly as it appeared, replaced with his usual cool demeanor. Without any further delay, they made their way to the location arranged by Kendrick. It was a leisurely ho
"Right," began Mitchell, adjusting his glasses to make himself look more sophisticated. "Moe, what made you decide to become Cyn's assistant in the first place?" Caught off guard, Moe looked somewhat stunned, as if he had never expected Mitchell to pose this question. However, he quickly regained composure and replied, "The boss was hiring." It was an impeccable answer, leaving no room for criticism. Mitchell raised his eyebrows, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, but he said nothing more. Cynthia found his reaction puzzling, unable to fathom the point he was trying to make. She chose not to probe further and continued chatting casually. As evening approached and the sky began to darken, Kendrick glanced at his watch and announced, "You all carry on. I need to prepare something." It was the main event of the evening, and he did not want anything to go wrong. Cynthia, without giving it much thought, let him proceed. Once Kendrick left, Cynthia finally asked the question she
Just as she decided to walk over, Mitchell stopped her. "Let's just stay here." Cynthia looked at him in confusion. In the next moment, Kendrick's actions clarified Mitchell's comment. Kendrick, Shirley, and Jimmy all held spark-emitting objects in their hands, approaching the square boxes. A succession of loud bangs echoed in the night, and beautiful, colorful fireworks lit up the dark sky, creating a stunning spectacle. Firework after firework lit up the night sky as if setting it ablaze. Bang! Bang! Bang! Another series of explosions filled the sky. The fireworks blossomed overhead, their multicolored sparks like a breathtaking painting. Cynthia watched in awe, the fireworks reflecting in her mesmerizing eyes. While she was captivated by the fireworks, Moe watched her. Suddenly, a loud explosion echoed, and a massive firework bloomed in the sky. Then a message appeared: Cyn, we love you! The words glowed bright as day against the night sky. After a brief pause, they disper
"Are you sure it's adorable, not scary?" "You really don’t have anything nice to say about me, do you?" "Cynthia, look at Shirley. She doesn’t allow us to speak the truth!" "Sis! Jimmy's bullying me!" Watching the two playful figures, Cynthia tousled Shirley's hair and, with a hint of a smile, said, "Whatever Shirley makes is the most adorable thing in the world." "Did you hear that, you tasteless brute?" Shirley and Jimmy were always at odds. Jimmy merely grunted. Amidst the cheerful atmosphere, everyone made their way to the dinner area. In an outdoor venue, a lavish dinner was already spread out on the table, and in the middle of the table was a cake. More precisely, a cake that was a miniature version of Cynthia's Bailey pillow. That night, Cynthia had a wonderful time. After dinner, everyone gathered to chat. Looking around at the six people surrounding her, she felt incredibly happy and suddenly said, "Tell me your wishes, and I'll make them come true." "We wish
The next day, after everyone else had returned home, Cynthia moved back to her own house with Jonathan and Shirley. With both Cynthia and Shirley off work and school respectively, the family spent some much-needed quality time together. Three days passed quickly. One sunny afternoon, as Cynthia was enjoying the sun on the backyard swing, she received a call from Ellora. With her eyes closed, basking in the comfortable sunlight, Cynthia answered, "Hello, Ellora." "Cynthia, I've made a decision," came the response. "What?" "I've decided not to keep the baby." Ellora's words left Cynthia stunned. Sitting up straight and opening her eyes, Cynthia asked, "Why?" Ellora had made it clear how much she cared about this child. Why the sudden change? "Talia called me and got me to listen to a recording. The recording was of her telling Chyler's parents about my pregnancy," Ellora explained, sounding suddenly lucid. Cynthia paused, remembering what Chyler had told her that day.
After a brief silence, Ellora decided to take Cynthia's advice. "Alright." "Take care of your pregnancy. Ignore everything about the Young family. You only need to think about whether you like the child and if you are ready to be a mother." Cynthia hoped she would take good care of herself. "Cynthia," Ellora sounded a little choked up. "Yes?" Cynthia always had a gentle tone with girls. "Thank you." "You're welcome," Cynthia replied, then added, "After your divorce from Chyler, I can arrange a new residence for you, switch you to a new agency, and keep you away from everything related to the Young family." "Alright," Ellora agreed. After offering some comforting words, Cynthia hung up the phone. Pregnant women need to be surrounded by love. What Chyler could not offer to Ellora, Cynthia could. Life does not have to be filled with romance to be worth living. Family, friendship, and a strong sense of self can make life wonderful. After ending the call, she continued to ba
After the call, Michelle shared the news with Mandy. Both were surprised, and Mandy asked with a light tone, "Are you sure Cynthia agreed to this?" "Yes. After she agreed, Uncle Jonathan and Shirley said they'd come too." Mandy did not say anything. Michelle stood there obediently, being generally respectful toward her mother. "From today, you must get along with Cynthia and Shirley. However, don't be overly eager. As long as Cynthia doesn't object, Mr. Yates and I can get married," Mandy advised her solemnly. "But... I've already offended Cynthia," Michelle worried. "Everyone makes mistakes. Just behave well from now on. Don't go astray this time," Mandy reasoned with her. Michelle fiddled with her sleeve. "Okay." Mandy looked at her and sighed deeply, contemplating further words, but in the end, she busied herself with preparing the lunch for five. It would indeed take some time. On Cynthia's side, they were still in the midst of breakfast. Bursting with curiosity, Sh