When Yves spoke to him, his tone was cold. "You can refuse. Nobody's forcing you." Sean felt a surge of frustration in his heart. He was sorely tempted to fling the paper and pen in Yves' face and assertively declare, 'I refuse.' However, he understood the consequences of such rash actions; if Joshua were to suffer any harm, all the effort he had put into his transaction would be in vain. It was not an option. "Could you possibly reduce the amount?" He began to negotiate with him, his tone unusually civil. "One billion in other currencies?" With a swift motion, Yves snatched the paper from his hand. He sauntered away lazily, evidently uninterested in continuing the conversation. "I'll sign!" Sean found himself cornered. "Ten seconds left. It's void if you run overtime." Yves handed back the paper, still half-asleep. Sean seethed internally. One day, he vowed, he would make this guy cough up everything he had swallowed. His signature found its place on the documen
As the door closed behind him, effectively isolating Yves from Sean, Cynthia secured the contract and took a seat in the hallway outside the operating room. She did not ask Sean about Joshua's condition. If it were not severe, he would not have paid such a hefty sum to negotiate with Yves. Requesting Yves's help was a sign of dire circumstances. As she waited, Sean approached and sat down beside her. Neither spoke for a while. Eventually, Sean turned to her and asked, "What's your relationship with Yves?" "Friends," came Cynthia's succinct response. "With benefits?" "No." "Then why did he bring you here?" Sean's heart tightened bit by bit. His expression was as unruffled as ever, giving the appearance of idle chit-chat. At this late hour, a man and a woman alone together would certainly raise eyebrows. Moreover, Yves, as reclusive as he was, would not have kept company unless it was someone important to him. It indicated that when Sean had contacted Yves, he was w
"What are his chances of being okay?" Cynthia asked. Yves did not withhold the truth from her. "Less than 0.1%." His words plunged Cynthia into an abyss. Less than 0.1%... This meant that Joshua would either end up in a vegetative state or suffer from a host of issues due to severe damage to his central nervous system. The thought was hard for her to accept, and she knew it would be even harder for Old Man Neal and the rest of them. They loved Joshua in their own way, despite their occasional disagreements. "Do not worry too much. Sean is a top expert in this field. With his previous research, there's a chance Joshua will be fine," Yves said, talking more than usual during their conversation. Cynthia remained silent. Indeed, Sean was highly accomplished in the fields of psychiatry and neurology, but she was deeply worried about Joshua's condition. Sean, standing not too far off, was watching them discuss. He let out a sigh and walked over. "Thanks for everything you've done
At the sound of his voice, Cynthia turned to look at him. "How is he?" she asked. "He's past the critical stage. The good news is that he won't end up in a vegetative state. However, the bad news is that his central nervous damage might result in various symptoms, including but not limited to those mentioned by Yves," Sean reported, sounding more serious than before. Cynthia felt as though her heart was being crushed. "When will he wake up?" "In a day or two. Get the consent form signed in the meantime. Once he wakes up, I can transfer him to my place. The facilities there are more advance and conducive to his treatment," Sean replied. "Okay," Cynthia agreed. Seeing that she was still standing there, Sean lifted an eyebrow. "You should go. Any further delay may affect his optimal recovery time." "I'd like to see him one more time." Cynthia expressed her wishes. Sean allowed her to. Cynthia entered the room. Joshua's eyes were closed, his face pallid. He lacked his usu
Felix did not know what to say. He put the newspaper on the table next to him, stood up, and said, "I'll go cut some fruit for you." "Off you go," Old Man Neal replied dismissively. Felix then left with his phone. He went to the yard before calling Cynthia back. His tone was always slow and composed, carrying an air of elegance and calm. "Cynthia." "Uncle Felix." "I'm alone now. Daphne isn't here," Felix told her. He was always kind to Cynthia. Cynthia initially had a lot to say, yet at this moment, she lacked the courage to speak up. Both Felix and Daphne were such good people. If she were to bring them this devastating news, she was afraid they could not take it well. "What's wrong?" Felix's voice came through the phone again. "Could I meet with you? It's not something I can explain easily," Cynthia asked, finding it more challenging than ever to articulate her thoughts. Felix, being the intelligent man he was, listened to her tone and what she said, guessing, "Did
Cynthia stood up, intending to call for someone, yet she found herself unable to utter a word. "Sit," Felix instructed, taking a seat across from her. Cynthia pursed her lips, and as she sat down, she finally managed to address him, "Uncle Felix." "Don't be so nervous. What happened to Joshua?" Felix responded in a comforting tone, with the care of an elder. Cynthia was about to recount the incident. However, before speaking, she handed over the medical records she had obtained from Sean. "Take a look at this first. He just had surgery and is still unconscious. His condition isn't very good." Felix's heart skipped a beat, yet his hands took the documents, and his expression remained unaffected. His demeanor was calm throughout the process. He asked half-jokingly, "So, you're saying he might either be paralyzed or impaired once he wakes up?" Felix glanced at a portion of the documents. His eyes flickered briefly before adjusting quickly. Cynthia did not sugarcoat her reply. "
Given Moses' character, there was always the risk of him inadvertently revealing the truth. As long as there was a chance for Joshua's recovery, they had to keep this matter concealed. They could not let anyone know. "Alright," Cynthia agreed. Nonetheless, Cynthia boarded the vehicle and headed for the airport. The extent of Joshua's future recovery would depend on both his luck and Sean's abilities. The situation weighed heavily on Cynthia's heart, and Felix was far from untroubled. After seeing Cynthia off, he sat alone in the car, pondering Joshua's current state and massaging his furrowed brow. It was undeniably hard to bear when he learned of his son's predicament. Apart from the emotional strain, it was also difficult because Joshua had always been a source of pride and never a cause for worry. He was always a paragon of excellence, the child others often spoke of in envious terms. However, now the situation was dire. With severe damage to the central nervous system, a vari
Sure enough, his son was the most treasured. After he had skilfully sidestepped the issue at hand, Felix began to worry about how to explain Joshua's absence during the upcoming New Year's celebration. Ever since Joshua took over the company management, he had been swamped with various domestic and international collaborations. Regardless of how busy he was, he always made it a point to return home for the annual New Year's dinner. Given the current situation, it seemed Joshua would not make it back this year, and finding an acceptable excuse would be difficult. Meanwhile, Cynthia had reached the airport. During her wait to board, she received a call from Sean, whom she had given her number to facilitate communication. "Has the consent form been signed by a family member?" he asked. "It's been signed. I'm waiting for my flight now," she replied. "Alright." "Is Joshua awake?" Cynthia asked, her palm slightly tightening. Sean replied calmly, "He's awake. However, his condition
Isabella glared at Nick. He actually betrayed her! Caught off guard by Luther's honesty, Nick quickly explained, "Don't look at me like that. Luther forced me to do it. If I didn't agree to his request, he would've spilled my past to my current girlfriend.""Current girlfriend?" Isabella looked puzzled.Nick confessed honestly, "My new girlfriend."Isabella was at a loss for words. Nick was very handsome. His looks could rival top celebrities. Naturally, with his face and charisma, he had no shortage of admirers. That led to a habit of frequently changing girlfriends."I made my rules clear to her. No shady behavior allowed," Nick added quickly, sensing what Isabella was thinking.Hearing this, Isabella did not say much.A moment later, Luther, seeing that their conversation had wrapped up, took Isabella's hand and left. On the way back, he deliberately brought up the topic of proposals."What kind of proposal do you like?" Luther asked."Anything works," Isabella replied
There was a time when Isabella considered letting Luther propose to her. However, he had not shown any signs that he would or asked for her ring size. There was no need to overthink it; that fool probably had not even thought about it. Nonetheless, Isabella did not blame Luther. After all, she was well aware that everyone expressed love differently. Yet, that was also precisely why she wanted to propose to him, to make him understand just how much she cared."What's wrong?" Annie asked, concerned."I'm just worried," Isabella replied. The ring sizes had been a constant worry for her."Because of what you just mentioned?"Isabella nodded. "Yeah.""Why do you want to propose to him?" Annie looked toward a dark corner. "In most relationships, the boyfriend proposes to the girlfriend, right?""I want him to feel loved," Isabella answered simply.Luther was different from most people; he always suppressed his negative emotions and limited his freedom. He no longer wanted to restr
"No," Luther declined; he still wanted to be the one proposing to her."Okay," Joshua agreed readily.Luther nodded, letting his mind wander. In the following days, Isabella kept checking on the progress, each time being informed that there was no opportunity to measure Luther's finger.In the blink of an eye, three days passed.Cynthia and Matthew had a conversation with Isaiah.Due to prior preparation, Isaiah handled Cynthia and Matthew's questions smoothly. Although they knew Isaiah had not been entirely truthful, based on his attitude toward Sandra, they agreed to the marriage without excessive probing into his relationship with her.As for Isabella, she waited for a few days but had not received any news. Frustrated, she decided to go to Jiverton herself to find Luther.When Joshua heard about her plan, he asked her to give him a bit more time. He assured her he would have the sizes by next Friday at the latest."Really?" Isabella was worried about running out of time.
"Okay." Isaiah already had a plan in mind.After discussing the matter, the two did not say much more. In the following two days, Cynthia and Matthew stayed home while Isabella prepared the details and processes for the proposal.However, after going through the general plan, Isabella suddenly realized a problem. She did not know Luther's ring size. How could she prepare a ring for the proposal without knowing the size?Realizing this issue, she immediately thought of flying to Jiverton to find out but hesitated due to Luther's caution. If she returned so soon after just coming back, he would surely be suspicious. After much contemplation, she came up with a solution—Joshua.When Isabella called, Joshua happened to be having a meal with Luther."I'm not busy, what's up?""I need your help with something," Isabella said, trusting Joshua's abilities, "but Luther can't know about it."Joshua instinctively glanced at Luther.Luther was confused. He glanced at Joshua's phone and
"Quit the act," Matthew said to Isabella, "It's too bad."Isabella stayed quiet. Matthew bluntly stated, "Isaiah currently oversees the company, and the annual revenue has been consistently increasing under his management. He even took a few subsidiaries public.""And?" Isabella inquired."He has a talent for this," Matthew hinted, leaving Isabella puzzled as she struggled to keep up with Matthew's pace."He's barely in his twenties, so there's no rush to get married," Matthew explained. He saw through everything, understanding Isaiah well, adding, "If there were truly such a concern, he could easily establish a company under Sandra's name in the next few years, operate it until it goes public."With Isaiah's abilities and connections, starting a company and taking it public would be a simple task. After the IPO and proper management, Sandra's value would naturally rise. This would effortlessly 'shut their mouths'. Isabella wanted to say something, realizing her dad's words
"That depends on the secret he's keeping," Matthew responded immediately, taking the opportunity to tease Isaiah, "If it's something against our moral values, it'd be hard not to form an opinion, even if we try not to.""He's not that kind of person," Isabella defended Isaiah.Matthew did not respond but just sat there. Their father-son dynamic involved banter and teasing, but when it came down to it, they genuinely cared about each other."He's just worried that you might object to Sandra's background," Isabella continued to spin her tale convincingly.Cynthia and Matthew were confused, both staring at Isabella.Isabella felt a bit uneasy. Something seemed off with her parents' expressions. "What's wrong?""Are you sure Isaiah is worried about this?" Cynthia asked.Why was their beloved daughter so bad at lying? Not catching on, Isabella nodded, "Absolutely.""Setting aside the fact that we've always taught you not to treat people differently based on their family background
"Ah, I see." Isabella breathed a sigh of relief and purposely asked, "Is it possible that Isaiah got to know Sandra through Uncle Yves and Uncle Sean?""It's unlikely," Cynthia denied. Even though they had not arranged any blind dates or rushed Isaiah into marriage, given his personality, he would not seek an introduction from anyone."Whenever you have time, ask Isaiah to bring his girlfriend home," Cynthia said, truly wishing for her children to find happiness. Isabella agreed, "Sure.""Isabella," Cynthia suddenly spoke up.Putting away her plan book, Isabella responded, "Hmm?""Do you think I look stern?" Cynthia sounded gentler than usual, lacking the usual nonchalance.Having been accustomed to being herself, Cynthia found it a bit awkward to take on the role of an elder suddenly. If she left a bad impression on Sandra during their first meeting, it could easily jeopardize Isaiah's relationship."Not at all," Isabella spoke sincerely, looking at Cynthia affectionately. "Y
Isaiah had seen through their plans. He knew that his parents' friends enjoyed watching him banter with Matthew. Every time something was like this, they would eagerly make things difficult for him.Early the next morning, Mitchell and the others began implementing the plan. Initially, Matthew did not suspect anything and thought they genuinely had urgent matters to attend to and brought Cynthia back home first.Considering Luther's upcoming proposal, they decided not to travel the world but instead explored nearby cities. After Mitchell and the others called Matthew aside, Isabella approached Cynthia. Cynthia was surprised to learn about Isabella and Isaiah's plan."Aren't you afraid of getting in trouble?" Cynthia asked."Not at all," Isabella responded very directly, her mind focused on planning her and Luther's engagement. "Isaiah said he can handle this matter, so let's discuss the proposal first. I've thought about several options, but none seem good enough.""Okay," Cynth
Isaiah was surprised."Take her to shoot wedding photos first," Isabella suggested seriously. After giving it some thought, Isaiah said, "I'll ask her during dinner.""Why bother asking?" Isabella thought Isaiah's emotional intelligence was lacking, and Sandra's expectations were too low. "Just pick a few reputable studios and let her choose one she likes."During their conversation, Isabella noticed that Sandra was slightly anticipating a wedding, although she had refused for some unknown reason. If she was not truly opposed to weddings, there should not be an issue with pre-wedding photos."If you give it directly to her, she'll probably say she doesn't need it," Isabella coined. She could see through people and was quite clever.Isaiah clearly did not consider this possibility."Take a look at these studios. My friends suggested them," Isabella had already made the selections and recommended them to him. "Weren't you against my decision before?" Isaiah, not understanding h