In the villa, four children snuggled up to Emily. Beyond this cozy scene, Emma stood silently, her eyes red. She had witnessed Gimson taking Emily away, but now it was Derek who brought her back.
What about Gimson? Where did he go? She wanted to ask but didn't dare.Derek soon entered from outside, his face cold, and his gaze fell indifferently on Emma's face. Emma avoided his eyes and, with trembling lips, said, "I'm a bit uncomfortable; I'll go back first.""Don't you want to know where Gimson is?" Derek halted Emma with one word. He spoke in a cold voice, "Chris, take your siblings upstairs." Chris understood that this was an adult conversation and obediently led the siblings upstairs by their hands.Emma covered her chest and slowly asked, "Derek, what did you do to your brother...""It wasn't me who did anything to him; it was him who chose a path of death," Derek said in a cold voice. "He's dead; I killed him myseAfter Gimson died, Emily was finally able to work at the office alone.Derek managed the company's documents during this period, making decisions on major matters, while Emily's assistant handled some minor tasks. A pile of documents accumulated on the desk over the past two weeks.In the morning, Emily reviewed the project documents that hadn't been filed yet. It must be acknowledged that Derek's approach was truly wise, and many complex cases seemed straightforward through his methods. After perusing a dozen or so project cases, Emily felt that her business acumen had elevated to another level."Ms. Hopkins, everyone is here. It's time for the meeting," Emily's assistant softly announced, knocking on the door. Emily nodded, closed the file, and stood up, heading to the conference room.Absent from the company for over half a month, she needed the meeting to catch up on the recent company developments."Ms. Hopkins, the company's financial state
The night was slowly descending.Emily leaned against the balcony with her laptop on her lap, engrossed in coding for the company's new project. Each time she delved into her work, it became the most relaxing time for her.Suddenly, a barking sound echoed outside the window, and a chorus of dogs in the neighborhood joined in.Opening the window, Emily frowned as she observed a few additional stray dogs in the vicinity. The barking intensified, fueling her irritation.Spotting a fruit knife on the coffee table, she walked over to pick it up, ready to throw it at the noisy dogs.However, her fingers froze, questioning the darkness of her thoughts. How could she entertain such a violent idea?"Get rid of the wild dogs, you guys!" commanded the butler, instructing the servants to deal with the four or five strays.Finally, the dogs ran away, and Emily felt relieved.Derek entered, witnessing Emily's furrowed brow and
Emily slept until after eleven o'clock at night. When she woke up, the entire family villa had succumbed to a deep slumber, with both the children and servants sound asleep."Awake?" a crisp voice echoed in her ears.She squinted open her eyes and mumbled, "Derek, I'm hungry."Derek chuckled softly, "Rest a little more; I'll go downstairs and cook for you. It'll take about half an hour."Emily nodded with her eyes closed, finding solace in the prospect of a little more sleep.As she drifted in and out of consciousness, her cerebral cortex unusually active, she surprisingly began to dream.She found herself traversing a white valley with mountains and layers of green trees, directionless and weak.With each step, her legs gave out, and she felt the desperation of trying to break free from the dream. Finally standing up, she struggled across a swamp, and as the path leveled, she attempted to open her eyes without success.Sudde
When Derek returned to the room, Emily lay quietly on the bed, appearing to be asleep.Derek climbed into bed and held her close from behind, gently patting her back. Emily turned around and hugged him tightly.In the darkness, Emily's emotions intensified a little.Each time she lost control, Derek reassured her that everything would be okay and work out.But would it truly be okay?Recent events made her even question the normalcy of her own mental state.She had almost harmed her own son. How did it come to this?"Emily, you're just stressed out. Everything will be fine," Derek said gently. "Let's go on a trip in a few days, relax, and unwind. A change of scenery will definitely help you get better."Emily nestled into his arms and fell silent.She could almost kill her own son.Could she also harm Derek one day?She wasn't the same Emily she used to be a long time ago. Sh
After searching the entire day and reviewing all surveillance footage, Emily remained unfound.The assistant hesitated before speaking, "Mr. Scott, perhaps we should dispatch a team to searvh the sea..."Derek's cold eyes bore into him, "What do you mean by that?"His gaze was piercing, akin to two sharp, cold knives.The assistant, frightened, lowered his head but stammered, "Mrs. Scott vanished on this road, all locations have been searched, and surveillance checked, but no one can be found. There's only one possibility, Mrs. Scott may...""No way!" Derek snapped, "Keep searching! Ensure you find her!"Observing Derek's frantic state, the assistant sighed. In all his years with Mr. Scott, he had never witnessed him lose his temper. He dared not delay and hastily called for continued efforts in the search.The search persisted for a week. Derek, rapidly losing weight, was wasting away. He had lost someone, his beloved woman.Thoug
Emily touched up her makeup in the bathroom. As she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, it always seemed like there was something beneath the surface of her face. However, upon closer inspection, she couldn't discern anything.She had visited the doctor multiple times, desperately trying to unravel the mystery behind her memory loss. Frustratingly, no answers were forthcoming. The only options left were either to live her life in a perpetual state of confusion or to suddenly remember everything from the past.An underlying feeling persisted within her that someone was eagerly awaiting her return home.After applying her lipstick, Emily exited the bathroom and found herself face to face with Richard, who was carrying a bottle of champagne.Having spent three years in the Parker family, Emily had encountered numerous dignitaries or celebrities in Kinnis with Simona. Emily was no fool.She understood Simona's ulterior motive in introducing her to
"Don't cry," Emily said.She hurriedly wiped away Diane's tears. "Since you have to think I'm your mommy, then you can call me mommy. I won't mind."Diane covered her lips and cried out, her voice choked. "Can I hug you?""Sure." Emily reached out and took the little girl into her arms.The nine-year-old Diane, who was already grew up, let out a sob on her shoulder.Not far away, Diane's assistant hurriedly clicked several pictures, and then sighed heavily. He had been working for Diane for three years and had never seen her look so sad.In everyone's eyes, Diane, the talented painter, was a cool girl who never cried or laughed, showing no extra expressions.She would only smile lightly when facing her daddy and her three brothers, but that smile never reached the depths of her eyes. However, he saw her genuinely smile and also saw her cry today...Could it be that this woman was really her mother who had been missing for four year
In Kinnis.The dawn broke, the sun rose, and a new day began.The Parker family seized the opportunity of Fiona's grandmother's birthday to organize a grand banquet, inviting several dignitaries in Kinnis. The event took place at the city's largest five-star hotel. Additionally, the president of the Scott Group, rumored to be unrivaled in the entire country, was expected to attend, ostensibly to invest in a Kinnis project.At the hotel entrance, a throng of journalists had gathered, each eagerly waiting with a camera in hand. Alongside the reporters, key figures from prominent families in Kinnis were also in attendance."When will Mr. Scott arrive?" inquired a reporter who, after a prolonged wait, had yet to spot the president of the renowned Scott Group."Mr. Scott is occupied with work and unsure of his arrival time. I suggest you proceed with the banquet for now," replied the staff member. Disappointment filled the room as everyone reluctantly returned to