Liam Walton was the first to recover his composure. For a moment, he had been caught off guard by the sight of Evelyn standing in front of him, wearing nothing but a loose nightgown and looking about as surprised as he felt. But as soon as his mind cleared, he curved his lips into a faint smile, the kind that usually signaled confidence—maybe even a hint of mischievousness.“May I come in?” he asked in an even tone, trying not to stare too blatantly at her disheveled hair or the pajamas that clung to her figure.Evelyn snapped out of her daze upon hearing his voice. Realizing she had been gaping at Liam, she cleared her throat and quickly lowered her gaze, stepping aside to grant him entrance. “Uh… yes, of course,” she said a bit awkwardly, pulling the door open wider.The moment she moved, Evelyn became acutely aware of her own reflection in a nearby mirror: hair messy, face devoid of any makeup, an old nightgown that bore faint creases from where she’d been sleeping. She couldn’t he
Adela’s older brother, Liam Walton, helped his grandfather into the car outside the airport, feeling as though the entire day had sapped his energy. Yet he wasn’t the only one weighed down by conflicting emotions. Far across town, in a quiet, dimly lit bar, Liam’s close associate and friend—though “friend” might be too strong a term—Layson Norman was sitting with a glass of whiskey. The low hum of jazz music filled the background, and the faint chatter of other patrons hung in the air.But even that subdued setting paled in comparison to the somber mood of another man who was already deep into his own drink: Liam Walton himself had chosen to meet someone in a bar, but not Layson. Instead, he had shown up in response to a spontaneous call from Dexter Norman… or so Layson had assumed at first. In reality, it was Liam who was meeting with Layson, and the location was a sleek, private lounge near the city center.Earlier that day…After visiting Evelyn’s small apartment, Liam had left wit
Layson Norman pushed open the front door of his house, only to be greeted by a piercing wail from down the hallway. It was so loud and inconsolable that he couldn’t help but furrow his brow in worry. Even from this distance, he could tell his son was crying harder than usual. The two-month-old had been fussy before, but tonight seemed different—more intense, like he was in genuine distress.Quickening his pace, Layson strode toward the nursery, his footsteps echoing across the polished marble floor. When he walked in, he found the nanny standing there, gently bouncing the baby in her arms with an anxious look on her face.“What’s going on?” Layson asked, trying to keep the impatience out of his voice. He wasn’t angry with her, but the child’s frantic sobs were getting under his skin. He had never been one to handle chaos well.The nanny, who looked both worried and a little intimidated, bowed her head slightly. “I’m not sure, sir. He’s been like this for hours, just crying nonstop. I’
The early morning sun cast a warm glow through the tall windows of Layson Norman’s home. Diana—his mother—lingered near the living room, already occupied with cooing at little Ralph, who was gurgling happily in the nanny’s arms. Layson, having just come downstairs, greeted them with a slight nod before continuing on his way. He had a long day ahead, but first he needed to handle a few family matters.Far across town, another corner of the Norman family was stirring. Diana had come to check on Ralph, but her real aim had been to talk to Layson about Dexter Norman, who was still stubbornly living on his own. To her surprise, the conversation took a quick turn when she realized Layson had even bigger problems—like the unexpected child he was caring for.“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Diana asked in a low voice, arms folded over her chest. She was more than a little upset that Layson had kept the baby a secret for so long. Despite having lived in the Norman family for decades, she somet
Adela had just settled into her new life in England, but the excitement of being in a foreign country was tempered by her struggle with jet lag. She found herself lying awake at odd hours, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling of the cozy bedroom her elderly landlady had set up for her. She couldn’t help imagining what was happening back in New York—life was still rolling on without her, and she felt both relieved and apprehensive at having left so much behind.Determined to build a new future, Adela climbed out of bed early. The sun was barely up, but she was wide awake, so she decided to head over to the university. Although Layson Norman had pulled many strings to help her settle in—arranging her admission and even suggesting a few housing options—Adela wanted to handle the rest herself. She needed to prove her independence to herself as much as to anyone else.She chose to major in jewelry design, a field she had always adored from afar. Her fascination with delicate gemstones and
When Diana’s call came through, Layson Norman was on his way to sign a contract with a real estate developer. Over the phone, Diana sounded distraught and tearful, begging Layson to come back and help with Dexter. This was the first time Diana had ever pleaded with Layson in such a manner, because she honestly had no other options.“Layson, please come home. Your father locked Dexter in the study. I have no idea what’s going on in there, and he won’t let me in. I’m at a total loss here.”Hearing this, Layson frowned slightly, pausing in front of the elevator doors. “What happened?”Diana stood outside the study, watching the closed door anxiously. Her worry only grew deeper. She knew how Richard could be when he was angry—he cared about nothing else, and over the past few years, his temper had only gotten worse.“He found out that Dexter beat someone up, landing them in the hospital. He must’ve run into Dexter at the police station today, and I guess he was furious.”Layson, now stepp
Richard had collapsed from high blood pressure and was now lying in a VIP hospital bed. After a lifetime of being decisive and commanding in the business world, he had unexpectedly been laid low by family matters. The shock of learning so many big secrets at once had overwhelmed him. Now, with tubes and monitors tracking his vitals, he seemed both fragile and furious, though he was currently unconscious.Diana sat at his bedside, gazing at the stark white walls around them, her brow creased in worry. Ever since Richard had stepped down from his position as chairman, his health had deteriorated, and his temper had grown worse. Perhaps it was the fear that, without him at the helm, the Norman family empire could crack under pressure from uncles and cousins all eyeing the vast inheritance. Richard had always relied on the authority he radiated, but now he felt that authority slipping through his fingers. And while Layson had proven himself adept at steering the Norman conglomerate, the p
Adela returned to her room and stared at the envelope in her hand for a long time. She was curious about its contents, but she couldn’t bring herself to open it. Something about it gave her an uneasy feeling. After a while, she sighed, deciding it was better to leave it for now. She slipped it into her drawer and shut it, trying to push the uncertainty out of her mind.After a refreshing shower, Adela sat at her desk and began to paint. Each stroke of the brush brought her a small sense of joy; she finally felt like she had found something she truly loved. What she needed now was to perfect it. Adela was deeply grateful for the second chance life had given her.Meanwhile, Layson Norman had been waiting at the hospital for hours for his father, Richard Norman, to wake up. Piles of documents had accumulated on the table in front of him. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Layson looked up to see a doctor who looked to be around his father’s age. Layson put the papers down and stood up.
Layson drove steadily through the quiet streets, making sure Adela and Herbie got home safely. After seeing them both settled, he finally left and headed straight to the police station. Meanwhile, Liam Walton was in the interrogation room with the officers, listening to Ella’s statement. Apparently, she had been following Adela for a while, originally just intending to ask her for money. But somehow, her greed had spiraled out of control, and things escalated into the kidnapping of Herbie.“I have nothing more to say. I just wanted to take her with me,” Ella muttered, her head hanging low. The confidence and aggression she had earlier were now gone, replaced by a hollow expression. Sitting in the dimly lit interrogation room, she seemed completely unaware of the weight of her actions.Liam, who had come to check on the situation, frowned at her indifferent attitude. “Do you even realize what you’ve done?”Ella scoffed and lifted her head slightly. “What did I do? Taking my own daughte
Ella watched as Jackson surrendered, surrounded by countless cars. She knew that today was the end of the road for her—there was no escape. Just as she came to this realization, Layson’s car arrived.Adela saw the chaotic scene before them, and a deep sense of unease settled in her chest. The moment the car came to a stop, she hurriedly pushed the door open and ran out. Layson hadn’t even had time to react before she was already on her way. His heart clenched in alarm—police officers had their weapons drawn, and the situation was clearly dangerous."Adela, come back!"Layson quickly opened his door to chase after her. At the same time, Liam’s car pulled up, and he caught sight of Adela rushing toward the scene. His chest tightened with anxiety.Adela ran into the crowd of officers but didn’t see Herbie or Ella. Instead, she only spotted a man she didn’t recognize. Her heart pounded in fear."Where is my sister, Herbie?"She grabbed a nearby officer, desperate for answers. The uncertai
As soon as Adela stepped into the dimly lit apartment, the stench hit her like a wave—damp mold mixed with the acrid scent of cigarettes and alcohol. The place reeked of decay, of hopelessness. The police had already arrived, but the room was empty. The only things left behind were a dirty mattress and a chair with loose ropes around it. Clearly, they had missed them."Mr. Norman, by the time we got here, they were already gone," an officer reported.Adela walked further inside, her heart tightening as she imagined Herbie sitting there, tied up, scared, trapped in this suffocating place. Her mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions—fear, anger, and a deep-seated guilt. If only she had been more cautious. If only she had noticed something was off sooner.“We need to find them. Now.” Layson’s voice was calm, but the authority in his tone was undeniable. He was fuming inside, not just at the situation, but at himself for underestimating Ella. He had always seen her as nothing more than a
The dimly lit room reeked of damp mold, mixed with the stifling scent of cigarette smoke, making Herbie feel dizzy. Her hands had been tied up for so long that they had gone numb. Across the room, Ella and Jackson sat on a moldy, yellowed mattress, both frowning deeply."So, you're saying we should use this kid to get money from her sister?" Jackson took a long drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling through the damp air, barely dispersing before it clung to the surroundings like an invisible fog. Ella cast a glance at Herbie, who was bound tightly, her eyes darkening with ruthless intent. A chill ran down Herbie’s spine as her sense of unease grew stronger."Yes, her sister has money now. Once we get our hands on a decent amount, we can get out of here and start over somewhere better." Ella’s eyes glimmered with greed, her mind already envisioning a brighter future, oblivious to how terrifying her expression had become. Jackson observed her face and felt a flicker of hesitation. H
Layson saw the redness in Adela's eyes, and it felt like someone had squeezed his heart. A wave of pain surged through him. Without thinking, he gently patted her arms, trying to comfort her."Don't worry, I'm here."His words were like an anchor, grounding her amidst the chaos. Somehow, just knowing he was there made everything feel a little less terrifying, as if things would turn out okay."It’s alright. Get in the car first."Layson held her close and guided her into the car, but he stayed outside, making a call. Adela watched him through the window, noticing the way his brows furrowed as he spoke. She couldn't hear everything clearly, but she caught bits and pieces. His eyes flickered toward her every so often, checking on her. The subtle gestures, the quiet attention—it warmed her heart in a way she hadn’t expected.When he finally finished the call, he circled the car and slid into the driver’s seat.He had been in the middle of a crucial meeting when Mrs. Anderson’s call came
Herbie was heading home as usual that day, completely unaware that she would run into someone from her past—someone she hadn’t seen in years. When she first saw Ella standing there on the street, it took her a moment to even recognize her. The woman looked older, much thinner, and had a weary, almost defeated air about her. Life had clearly not been kind to her."Herbie!"Ella had been waiting along Herbie’s usual route home, and her sudden appearance startled the girl so much that she instinctively took several steps back. Her only memory of this woman was from when she was five years old—the same woman who had abandoned her, leaving her alone in the same house where her father had died."Herbie, it's me, your mother."Ella's face was filled with an exaggerated sadness, as if genuinely hurt by Herbie’s reaction. But her presence here wasn’t some spontaneous decision—she had been planning this moment for a long time. She had been watching, observing from a distance, learning about Her
Liam Walton watched as the old man slowly made his way up the stairs, his back slightly hunched with age. He could tell that his grandfather was feeling down. The man who had once commanded power and influence in the business world was now worn out, troubled by family matters that refused to resolve themselves.Turning back to Evelyn, Liam gently stroked her hand, offering silent comfort."By the way, Liam, when is your father coming back?" the old man suddenly asked, pausing at the staircase. He had almost forgotten that Spencer had called, saying he was returning soon. The thought only struck him now."His flight is the day after tomorrow," Liam replied, his voice carrying a mix of anticipation and tension. He hadn’t yet told his father that they had found Adela.Spencer Walton had left for overseas after his wife passed away. He had been devastated by her death, completely unable to recover from the grief. The knowledge that he had a daughter who had been abandoned only added to hi
The room was filled with the gentle trickle of a small indoor fountain, the sound making the silence between them even more pronounced. Adela sat with her head slightly lowered, absentmindedly toying with her fingers as she processed everything Liam had just told her. She could understand now why she had been abandoned—it was a desperate move, a last resort by a mother trying to protect both her children. But understanding didn't make it any easier to accept.“Adela, I know this isn’t something you can just accept overnight,” Liam said, his voice carrying a mix of patience and pleading. “But Grandpa’s getting older. He’s been hoping for years that you’d come back.”Adela’s lips pressed together into a tight line. She barely remembered her grandfather, and whatever connection they might have had was severed long ago. As far as she was concerned, she had spent her entire life as an outsider to the Walton family, and she wasn’t sure she wanted that to change now.Liam exhaled, sensing he
It was a cold night, one without rain but with a biting wind that swept through the dark streets of New York. Under the dim glow of streetlights, a woman walked slowly, cradling a baby in her arms. She was well-dressed, her makeup still flawless despite the lateness of the hour. Even in the shadows, one could tell she was a strikingly beautiful woman.The child in her arms was unusually quiet, not frightened by the howling wind, as if sensing the inevitable abandonment looming ahead. Perhaps, in its innocent way, the baby was trying to be good, trying not to upset the mother who was about to leave it behind. Wide, curious eyes gazed up at the world, unaffected by the chill in the air.At this hour, New York’s streets were nearly deserted, especially on such a cold night. Most houses had their doors tightly shut, leaving only the occasional glow of lights spilling out onto the pavement. The woman walked aimlessly, as though searching for something—or perhaps stalling for time.At the e