Liam Walton paused on the other end of the line, his brow furrowed in concern. So much had spiraled out of control that he barely knew where to begin. “I haven’t told the old man yet,” he said at last, voice heavy. “But trust me, he’s going to hear about it soon enough. Once the Walton family’s patriarch finds out the truth about Adela, there’s no way to keep it quiet.”From the speaker phone, Layson Norman let out a slow exhale. He was in his private office, having just pushed the door open and stepped in with a deep scowl on his face. “And once the Norman family’s patriarch catches wind that Adela is pregnant, it won’t be pretty for you,” Liam added, thinking ahead to the potential clash between the two powerful families.Layson set a stack of files on his mahogany desk. The office was spacious, outfitted with modern furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a sweeping view of downtown New York. “I know,” he said quietly, yet resolutely. “That’s why I’m going to propose to her
Dexter Norman returned to his bedroom with a single-minded resolve—he was leaving the Norman family mansion for good. At just eleven years old, he moved with a quiet determination far beyond his years. He slipped a few possessions into his small backpack, along with whatever allowance and gift money he had saved. To anyone else his age, it would have been a terrifying leap into the unknown. But Dexter had long since learned to rely on himself.That night, he barely slept. His mind replayed the hurt and indifference he’d experienced in that huge, cold house. In the dim hours before dawn, Dexter silently crept down the endless corridors and let himself out a side door. The estate’s security lights shone on his small figure for only a moment before he vanished into the early morning shadows. At first, he waited, half-hoping some adult might catch him—someone who would actually care where he was going. But, predictably, no one came.Outside the mansion gates, he adjusted the straps of his
Dexter Norman ended up living in a tiny, run-down neighborhood on the outskirts of New York. He managed to find a small, relatively clean single-room home—a shabby place that barely offered basic shelter, but at least it was all his own. He spent days, then weeks, waiting for someone from the Norman family to come looking for him, but no one ever showed up. The absence of any search party confirmed what Dexter had always suspected: he wasn’t truly wanted back home.The impoverished neighborhood he lived in was tight-knit and wary of outsiders. Before long, rumors started swirling about the mysterious newcomer. Some speculated that he was a runaway from a wealthy family; others insisted he was just an aimless street kid. Dexter tried to ignore the whispers, but being only a child, it wasn’t always easy to brush off the stares and gossip. He often found himself stewing in frustration—he felt he didn’t belong in the Norman mansion, and he certainly didn’t belong here. Was there no place
Layson Norman dropped Adela off at the entrance to her apartment building without saying much. The whole ride there, they had remained in silence—Adela quietly gazing out the window, and Layson focused on his own thoughts. When they arrived, Adela pushed open the car door and got out. Before heading up the stairs, she paused and glanced back at him, feeling like she should at least say goodbye.“Thanks, Big Brother Layson. I’ll head upstairs now,” she said softly, fingers curling around the edge of the car door.Hearing her voice, Layson turned to look at her, his expression as cool and detached as ever. “Mm.” A single syllable of acknowledgment, nothing more.Adela offered him a small, polite smile, then darted toward the building’s front steps. She took them two at a time, moving with a buoyant energy that made Layson’s chest tighten inexplicably. He frowned, keeping his eyes on her until she disappeared around the landing. Only then did he withdraw his gaze and survey the apartment
Liam Walton stood at the broad window of his office, one hand resting on the windowsill, the other pressed lightly against his side. He had just ended a call with Layson Norman, and the weight of what he’d learned kept him silent. From that conversation, Liam realized Adela—his younger sister—was not merely resisting her newly discovered family; she was actively planning to slip away if the Walton family tried to claim her.He sighed, recalling how the Walton family patriarch had already contacted him, demanding an explanation about Adela and insisting Liam “bring her home.” Liam, however, felt torn. On one side, duty urged him to obey his grandfather’s wishes, but on the other side, a fierce protectiveness for Adela took hold of him. She had already lived through so much suffering. If forcing her to return would only hurt her further, was it truly the right thing to do?Finally, Liam grabbed his suit jacket from the back of the leather armchair and left his office. He would think abo
Adela was busy signing some paperwork at the police station, the last formalities required before she could bring Dexter Norman out of custody. The officer behind the desk flipped through the pages, checking the information. Although Dexter had sobered up considerably since the brawl, he avoided looking at her for more than a moment at a time, clearly feeling guilty for dragging her into his troubles yet again.Not far away, the man Dexter had beaten up continued to groan and rant. He demanded compensation for his “serious injuries,” hurling all sorts of accusations. Each time he locked eyes with Dexter, however, Dexter’s cold glare was enough to make the man shrink back, momentarily silenced.Suddenly, the station doors swung open. Several people entered, and Adela couldn’t help but pause in mid-signature to glance over. In front was Layson Norman, exuding his usual imposing aura. She froze for just a second, pen poised above the line where her signature was supposed to go. The prese
As soon as Layson Norman ushered Adela out of the police station, she quietly followed him—her usual confidence dampened by the tense reunion she had just witnessed. The moment they got into his car, Layson finally broke the silence.“How did you end up there?” he asked, fastening his seat belt before turning his head slightly in her direction.From her spot in the passenger seat, Adela glimpsed the edge of his profile—his sharp jaw, the slight furrow of his brow. For a brief moment, she was caught off guard by how striking he looked against the city lights filtering through the windshield. Feeling self-conscious for staring, she took an extra second to respond.“Dexter…called me,” she said simply, hoping her slight flush wasn’t too obvious in the dim light.Layson raised an eyebrow in subtle curiosity, but before he could press further, his gaze dropped to her abdomen. “You’re pregnant,” he reminded her in a level tone. “You shouldn’t be running around late at night, especially not t
When Liam Walton arrived at the Walton family home, it was Evelyn who opened the door for him. The moment their eyes met, an uneasy tension hovered between them, and for a split second, they stood in awkward silence on the threshold. Eventually, Evelyn forced a gentle smile, stepping back to let Liam pass.“Welcome back,” she said in a quiet, measured voice. It was the same soft warmth she always showed, yet for Liam, it felt strangely different this time.“Mm, I’m back,” he replied simply.As soon as he was through the door, Evelyn naturally reached for Liam’s belongings—his coat and briefcase—and took them from his hands, as though they had long ago established this sort of domestic routine. “Grandfather’s waiting for you in the study,” she explained, turning on her heel and heading further into the house.The way Evelyn moved and spoke, so refined and gracious, made it seem as though nothing had happened—no conflict, no heated misunderstanding back in New York. She was calm, polite
In the meeting room, Layson's gaze remained fixed on Adela, unnoticed by anyone else except for Cici, who was closely observing the subtle interaction.However, Marah couldn't help but scoff softly. When she saw that Layson had eyes only for Adela without sparing her even a glance, she felt a surge of jealousy. Taking a deep breath, she managed to suppress her irritation.As soon as the meeting ended, Marah approached Adela, feigning gentleness, her face adorned with a friendly smile.Cici, who had been keeping an eye on Adela the whole time, immediately noticed her low spirits after leaving the meeting room. Before Cici could ask, she was astonished to see Adela actually inviting Marah out for dinner, leaving her feeling irritated.But Adela seemed determined, smiling softly at Marah, "How about dinner tonight? It's my treat."Marah was still pretending innocence, gently nodding her head with a sweet smile. "Sure, I'd love to!"Cici couldn't hold back her dissatisfaction. Seeing Adel
Worried?Adela wasn't sure herself."If I said no, I'd probably be lying," Adela replied honestly. "But there's no point worrying. Let's just finish our autumn designs quickly; maybe the new boss will appreciate our work."Hearing that, Cici nodded seriously. "True. I should get back to work, then."Adela continued adjusting the details of her designs, fully absorbed until almost five in the afternoon when her phone buzzed lightly on the table. Glancing down, she saw a message from Layson."Let's have dinner together. I'll wait for you downstairs."Seeing his message instantly lifted her spirits, chasing away the gloom that had been hanging over her all day. She quickly typed a reply.Just as she was packing up, Marah walked over to her desk with a friendly smile. "Adela, do you remember last time when I mentioned having dinner together? Are you free tonight?"Adela was a little surprised. She hadn't expected Marah to be serious about that offer. But she'd already agreed to meet Layso
She hadn't slept the entire night.When the sunlight finally poured through the window, illuminating every corner of the room, Cora’s dry eyes immediately filled with tears. She sat motionless on the sofa, like a lifeless doll, completely oblivious to her surroundings.Ever since seeing Leopold’s lifeless body, her heart had stopped beating too.The doorbell rang repeatedly, more than a dozen times before she finally regained some awareness. Slowly, she dragged her heavy feet towards the door, stumbling a bit as she opened it.Outside, Adela was anxiously pressing the doorbell with one hand, holding breakfast in the other. The worry in her clear eyes was unmistakable.When the door finally opened, Adela visibly breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Cora’s pale face, cracked lips, and red, swollen eyes, Adela felt a sharp pain in her heart. She quickly supported Cora and guided her gently to the dining table.Firmly placing her weak friend into the chair, Adela spoke clearly and earnestly,
Looking at the lifeless body lying there covered in blood, Cora could no longer hear the voices around her. No matter how much Mrs. Davis cursed or blamed her, Cora didn’t care anymore.She moved slowly toward the man lying motionless on the hospital bed. Mrs. Davis noticed her movement and immediately began shouting, "Stay away from my son! You have no right to touch him!"Mrs. Davis rushed forward, pulling Cora away from Leopold's side. She even raised her hand to strike her, but Layson quickly stepped in and stopped her."I'll handle this. Stay here and don’t move," Layson instructed Adela gently. He was worried Mrs. Davis, in her current state, would harm Adela as well.Cora didn't even notice how she’d reached Leopold's bedside; she just stared blankly at his pale face. Mrs. Davis grabbed Cora's arm so forcefully that she nearly lost her balance, trying desperately to get closer to her son again."Don't touch him! You're not allowed near him anymore!" Mrs. Davis screamed hysteric
"Adela, did you find Cora?" Layson’s familiar voice came through the phone, filling Adela with an unexpected longing."Yes, I found her. She’s with me," Adela replied softly.It took a moment before Layson continued, his voice unusually hoarse, clearly unwilling to speak of the tragedy. "Leopold Davis had an accident. He died in a car crash."The instant Adela heard this news, her first reaction was to look at Cora. The news was so shocking, so sudden, that it left her frozen in place. She'd just heard Cora express how she'd been waiting for Leopold to come to her, but now he was gone forever."Cora…" Adela called gently, unsure how to break such terrible news. Her heart ached deeply, knowing this revelation would devastate her friend."Where are you now? I'll come pick you both up," Layson's voice came again through the phone, steady yet heavy with sadness.For a moment, Adela didn't know how to respond. The news had completely overwhelmed her, but she quickly regained her composure
Early morning rain had left the old-fashioned street wet. Adela walked slowly along the road, her gaze drifting around uncertainly. It was her first time visiting this village.She had first heard about this place from Cora. This village was where Cora grew up and also where she'd first met Leopold Davis. So, when Cora disappeared, Adela immediately thought of coming here. Yet she wasn't certain if she'd really find Cora here.Although the village was small, locating one person wasn't exactly easy. Adela had been wandering for a while without any luck and was almost ready to give up when she suddenly spotted Cora sitting quietly on a small wooden bridge across a stream, her feet dangling in the clear water. She wore an absent-minded expression, seemingly lost in thought.Seeing her, Adela sighed with relief. She paused briefly, then walked towards the bridge and gently called out, "Cora!"Cora turned around slowly upon hearing someone call her name. When she recognized Adela, she seem
Early morning.When Adela opened her eyes, Layson was already gone. Bright sunlight streamed into the room, and she instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes from the harsh rays. She wasn't sure how long she'd been asleep—her legs felt weak, and she didn't have the energy to sit up just yet.At that moment, the door opened, and Layson appeared wearing casual home clothes. Seeing Adela awake, he smiled warmly. "You're awake? Why didn't you sleep a bit longer—you were exhausted last night."As he spoke, he walked over and sat at the edge of the bed, affectionately running his fingers through her messy hair. Adela shot him an annoyed glare, thinking bitterly how he was responsible for her exhaustion, yet still dared to tease her about it.Seeing her blush, Layson chuckled softly, finding her embarrassment incredibly cute. The shy expression she'd worn last night was still vivid in his mind. "Come on, breakfast is ready."After saying that, he stood up. Adela tried moving her legs
Adela followed behind Layson until they reached the door of his apartment. She stared blankly at her hand, which was being gently held by him, and suddenly wondered how she'd ended up here with him. She tugged her hand away awkwardly and murmured, "Um…Layson, maybe I should go home."But since they'd already come this far, Layson wasn't going to let her leave now. Before Adela could react, he'd already pulled her inside, quickly closing the door behind them and wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. She felt his breath, warm and slightly rough, brushing gently against her ear. "Why so shy? It's not like this is your first time here."The dark room was faintly illuminated by lights from outside. Standing just inside the door, they remained in a warm embrace, creating an atmosphere filled with undeniable intimacy. Adela tried pushing him away softly. "Let go of me!"Layson didn't respond to her protests, instead chuckling quietly. "Didn't you say you missed me? Don't you think you
After parting ways with Cici, Adela didn't hail a cab home. Instead, she chose to walk alone along the street. Lost in thought, she wandered aimlessly, unaware of where she was heading. Just as she was drifting away into her thoughts, her phone suddenly rang, snapping her back to reality.“Hello?” she answered softly.A familiar voice spoke from the other end of the call. Today, hearing his voice at this particular moment felt strangely comforting, like stepping onto solid ground after floating in the clouds. "Where are you?" Layson asked gently."I'm..." She hesitated for a second, "I'm still near the company, on the street."He frowned slightly, glancing out his window. It was already dark outside. "It's late; why aren't you home yet?"His voice carried a hint of authority, but tonight, Adela found it oddly comforting instead of domineering. She bit her lip and smiled shyly, feeling playful and unusually bold. "Layson, I miss you so much."On the other end, Layson was momentarily ta