I thanked him and headed towards the bathroom. Just as I left the office, I ran into Joey. Lately, she had been coming to the company frequently, with or without appointments, and Luke always met with her. Various magazines and newspapers had been speculating about Luke and Joey's relationship. The perceptive receptionist always let Joey in directly."Ms. Parker," I greeted her briefly, planning to leave quickly because of my stomach pain.Joey glanced at the shopping bag in my hand. "Ms. Middleton, you look so pale. Are you feeling unwell?""Thank you for your concern, Ms. Parker. I'm fine," I replied distantly, feeling distant towards her.Joey blocked my path. "Ms. Middleton, are you having your period?"I smiled slightly, silently confirming her guess.Joey's grip on her bag tightened, her eyes turning cold. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something.Not having spare clothes at the office and worried about staining, I sidestepped her and hurried to the bathroom.
I stared at Wendy in shock and asked, "Is this true?"Wendy shook her head and said, "It's just a rumor. They say he's an illegitimate child. Mrs. Walker had trouble conceiving, so the Walker family kept the child but not the mother, bringing Luke home to raise.""Makes Mrs. Walker's situation seem cruel," I mused. Few women could be so understanding. Maybe this explains why Mrs. Walker wants to control Luke so much."What if Mrs. Walker arranged the whole thing with the illegitimate child?" Wendy raised her eyebrows suggestively."You mean Mrs. Walker's marriage was arranged, she didn't like her husband, and didn't want to have his children, so she pushed him towards another woman?" I asked incredulously. It sounds like a far-fetched soap opera plot."I'm not sure about the exact reasons," Wendy explained. "On my recent business trip, I met someone who claimed to be Luke's high school classmate. While we were having dinner, I casually mentioned Luke. He was drunk and started goss
Wendy reacted swiftly, extending her foot as Annie approached me. "You wicked old woman! You failed to raise your son properly, and now you have the audacity to come after Jen!"Annie stumbled over Wendy's foot, losing her balance and screaming as she fell forward.Upon witnessing this, I swiftly retracted my hand and dodged out of the way."Annie, are you alright?" Ms. Lawson cried out, rushing to assist Annie. She scolded Wendy, "She's elderly! If she's seriously injured from this fall, you'll be held accountable!""She attacked first! We were merely defending ourselves!" Wendy retorted. Ms. Lawson may be a lawyer, but it was evident that her emotions were clouding her judgment.I stood by coldly, stating, "Ms. Lawson, you secured her medical parole. You should be keeping her under control, not allowing her to attack people like an aggressive dog!""Jen, you slut! Who are you calling a dog?" Annie howled in pain, pointing at me and spewing a torrent of vile insults."Shut your
"Your son is about to be executed, and yet you're here, enjoying a good meal. It seems like he doesn't mean much to you," I said, turning back to Annie before leaving. "If I were in your shoes, having raised a son like that, I would be too ashamed to show my face in public.""If she had any shame, she wouldn't have conspired with her son to drug you and harm your child," Wendy chimed in. "Not only do they refuse to apologize to the victim, but they're also trying to attack her. What is this world coming to?" She looked at Ms. Lawson as if she were crazy. "You better wake up, Ms. Lawyer, or you might find yourself with no one to turn to.""Please, stop! Annie hasn't had much of an appetite lately. It was my idea to bring her here!" Ms. Lawson pleaded.Annie leaned on Ms. Lawson, sobbing pitifully. Her age was showing, and after the beating, her hair was disheveled, and her face was swollen, making her look utterly miserable.Ms. Lawson, filled with sympathy, continued to wipe Annie'
"Jen, why are you so stubborn? Max has repented, that's why he signed the organ donation agreement! Do you know how many people his decision could help?" Ms. Lawson pleaded."The number of people he helps has nothing to do with me! I only remember how he destroyed my family and almost cost me my life! I won't allow him to be buried near my parents!" I retorted."Jen, you can't be so domineering!""That's because you've crossed my bottom line!""People need to learn to let go. You're being...""When you've been through what I have, then you can talk to me about letting go!"Unable to tolerate Ms. Lawson's self-righteous attitude any longer, I stormed off and called Wendy, telling her about Ms. Lawson's plan to bury Max in the same cemetery as my parents."She's buying a plot for that scumbag Max and taking care of his mother? What kind of spell did he cast on her?" Wendy exclaimed."Was I as unreasonable as Ms. Lawson is now when I was with Max before?" I asked, recalling my fat
"Max is dead now. Annie is a pitiful old woman who lost her son. Since you're so compassionate, why don't you give her your house for her retirement? You're still young and a lawyer. In a few years, you can buy another house.""You make it sound so easy! A house costs over a million. I'm still paying the mortgage. Where am I supposed to get money for another house?" Ms. Lawson retorted, flustered.I replied sarcastically, "Weren't you always telling me to let go? It's just a house. Compared to losing my parents and child, it's nothing. Should be easy to let go of.""I..." Ms. Lawson was at a loss for words, looking ashamed."How come when it's your turn, you can't convince yourself to let go?" I mocked."I... I misunderstood you before. I apologize," Ms. Lawson said sincerely. "Every time I visited Max, he'd tell me about his childhood and school days. His stories made me empathize strongly. Gradually, I started feeling sorry for him and his mother, thinking they had it tough and
"Don't be ridiculous, I'm not protecting her!" Mandy gave me a disdainful look. "I just said a few words for her so I could get a ride."I was speechless. Mandy was certainly direct!We left Ms. Lawson standing there as we entered the elevator.Inside, Mandy asked, "Didn't your jerk ex-husband die? Why is she still bothering you?""Max's family is harassing her, squatting in her house. She wants my help to get rid of them," I explained, not hiding anything since Mandy had stood up for me against Ms. Lawson."Are Max's family that difficult to deal with?""You like to look up stuff about me online, don't you? You should know what his family did to me."I'd once caught Mandy browsing posts about me at Starbucks. When I spotted her, she'd put her phone away, looking uncomfortable."I was just slacking off at work, scrolling through my phone! I don't follow you!" she protested."If I could help her get rid of Max's family, would she pay me?" Mandy asked eagerly."Have you gone ma
"Don't miss me too much!" Mandy said."We wish you success in your new venture!" Wendy and I replied, raising our glasses of warm water to toast her. We didn't feel it was our place to interfere with Mandy's decision.That night, Mandy drank a lot. On the way back, she rambled about her experiences over the years."I once dreamed of having a loving relationship based on mutual feelings, but I never had the chance. Ever since I entered university, my parents made it clear that I had the opportunity to change my fate," she slurred."They gathered information on wealthy people, arranged for me to meet them, and forced me to follow their instructions. I felt like a puppet being controlled by them. People only saw me as someone scheming to marry into wealth. They had no idea how much I was suffering inside. It was miserable!""Are you just letting life happen to you? Couldn't you have resisted their pressure?" Wendy, who valued independence and clear thinking, couldn't stand people who
We both knew how we felt about each other, but neither of us made the first move to confess.“I gave birth to him in circumstances I couldn’t control,” Molly said, her hands tightly clutching her cup, fingers unconsciously tracing its edge. “I used to think about fighting back against the people who hurt me, but reality forced me to wake up. I couldn’t afford to lose everything.”She hesitated, her gaze dropping. “There are things from back then that I just can’t bring myself to tell him.”When I arranged for Luke and Molly to spend some time alone, the two of them mostly sat in silence.“Mrs. Walker couldn’t have children for years after her marriage. Luke was just a tool to help her secure her place in the family,” Molly explained.Mr. Walker was handsome, wealthy, and from a good family. After getting married, women constantly threw themselves at him. According to the information Wendy had dug up, Landon didn’t exactly push them away.In such a situation, Mrs. Walker, Ashleigh
Molly poured four glasses of juice and sat across from Luke.She looked like she wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start.I gave Ian a quick look.Ian took a sip of his juice and said, “Miss, the juice is sweet and sour—it’s so good!”“Drink it up, and I’ll pour you some more,” Molly offered.Luke interjected, “It’s almost time to rest. Don’t drink too much juice.”“I’m sorry, I don’t have experience taking care of kids,” Molly said, lowering her head. After a pause, she quietly repeated, “I’m sorry.”She was probably thinking of Luke as a baby.I clutched my stomach, pretending to wince. “Excuse me, Molly. My stomach hurts; I need to head back to my room.”As I stood, I grabbed Ian’s wrist.Ian caught on quickly. “Jen is a girl. She’ll get scared going back alone—I have to go with her.”Not giving Luke a chance to respond, I opened the door and said, “Mr. Walker, you stay and chat with Molly. Ian and I will be back in a bit.”In the hallway, Ian looked thoug
Molly wasn’t the type to make things difficult for others. She didn’t give the hotel manager a hard time.After the staff left, Molly turned to thank Luke and me. “Thank you for staying with me and helping me handle this.”Luke glanced at her but didn’t say anything.The silence grew awkward, so I quickly broke it. “You don’t have to thank us. We didn’t really do much.”“Would you like to come in and sit for a while?” Molly invited us into her room.Before either of us could respond, Ian, who’d been holding back his excitement, eagerly chimed in, “Yes, yes! Let’s go!”I sighed internally.Molly finally noticed the little one in Luke’s arms. “And who’s this?”“I’m Ian Lloyd,” he introduced himself cheerfully.But the moment he got a good look at Molly’s face, he let out a small “Huh?” and then turned to look at Luke.Luke frowned slightly, and their eyes met—a silent understanding passing between them. Ian immediately shut his mouth and swallowed whatever he’d been about to sa
Five hours later, we arrived in Sharonville.Before the trip, Luke had everything arranged. After landing, we took a car to the hotel he’d booked in advance.In the hotel lobby, we ran into Molly. She was walking with two middle-aged men in sharp suits, smiling as she chatted with them.When her eyes met Luke’s, her smile froze for a moment, then slowly softened as she stared at him without blinking.Luke didn’t acknowledge her. He walked right past, brushing by her shoulder as though she wasn’t there. From the corner of my eye, I saw her eyes redden.The two men exchanged glances but didn’t say anything. That night, however, they sent two young, handsome men to Molly’s room.Our room was on the same floor as Molly’s. After dinner out, we returned to the hotel and saw her standing at her door with the two young men.Their faces were powdered with heavy makeup, and they looked eager to please, practically glued to her.My thoughts immediately took a less innocent turn.Luke co
Amy messaging me at this hour was probably another complaint about other agencies trying to poach her, or how stressed she was about it all.The underlying message? She wanted me to contact Mr. Lloyd to secure better resources for her—a thinly veiled threat, essentially.Since several popular artists left One Entertainment, the company’s resources had started to dwindle.Mr. Lloyd’s return wasn’t just because of his love for acting. He also wanted to support the company’s artists, giving them more opportunities to shine.Amy had already begun to stand out. If she simply focused on honing her craft and stayed patient, she’d get her share of the spotlight.When Mr. Lloyd founded the company, his goal was to grow it into a powerhouse that protected its artists. Now, he had adopted a more laid-back approach: if an artist wanted to leave, they just needed to pay the penalty fee.Amy’s tactics wouldn’t change anything.I went back to reading my book.My phone buzzed again, and I ass
Mr. Lloyd's words carried a hint of reassurance for me.“Jen, Uncle asked me to create a travel itinerary!”Luke had been telling Ian lots of stories about Sharonville, and Ian had also looked up a ton of information online. He now knew every street in the city and how many shops were on each one.Carefully folding his sweaters, Ian placed them neatly into his suitcase, which was decorated with a cheerful Doraemon sticker.“I’m really looking forward to your travel guide, Ian!”“I’ve already finished most of it!” Ian was a serious little worker who never did things half-heartedly. If he said it was nearly done, he was probably putting on the finishing touches.I praised him warmly.“Jen, since the three of us are traveling together, we need to consider everyone’s preferences and suggestions.”“So, you want to get my input to finalize it?”“Exactly.”“Well, wherever you want to go is where I want to go. This trip, I’ll leave the planning to you.”Luke had work to handle in Shar
For the past few days, Luke has been picking me up and dropping me off at work.Reporters often linger outside One Entertainment, and it took a lot of effort for rumors about me and Luke to die down. I didn’t want them to resurface.Luke understood my concerns, so he always parked his car a block away from the company. Once he sent me a message, I’d grab Ian and head over.That evening, Luke prepared another full table of dishes for dinner.Ever since things thawed between us, I hadn’t said much during meals, but the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before.“She’s already in Sharonville,” Luke said.“Hasn’t she been out of the country for years? Will she be safe there alone?”He was talking about Molly.The Walker family has been a prominent family in Sharonville for generations, with deep-rooted connections and influence. Mrs. Walker is a respected figure, and many people in Sharonville owe her favors. It wouldn’t be surprising if someone decided to teach Molly a lesson on
I watched the behind-the-scenes footage, and Mr. Lloyd looked great. After stepping out of the spotlight for a few years, his demeanor has become even more composed and sophisticated, perfectly matching the calm and collected surgeon he portrays in the show.“He’s as brilliant as ever,” Beatrice said, her eyes filled with admiration. “As long as the co-stars hold their ground, this show is bound to be a hit.”“He has an exceptional eye for picking scripts,” she added, her gaze glued to the screen.I didn’t interrupt her. Instead, I got up and went to the kitchen to check on Ian’s progress.For someone so young, Ian took everything seriously. Standing on a small stool to make up for his height, he carefully worked on brewing coffee, his movements precise and methodical.“Waiter Number One, Ian Lloyd, at your service. Your oat latte will be ready soon,” he announced cheekily.I laughed at his playful tone and played along. “Waiter Number Two will now deliver orange juice to Mr. Ian
While Beatrice chatted with Ian, I brought the gifts to the living room."You're too kind, Ms. Middleton.""Ian bought these with his pocket money."I winked at Ian.He caught on quickly, nodding.Beatrice warmly invited me to sit.Fresh fruit and two plates of nuts were on the coffee table.She placed a fruit bowl before me. "Yesterday's blueberries are fresh—crisp and sweet."The large blueberries were covered in bloom. I took one and made space for Beatrice."What would you like? Coffee or juice?""Fresh orange juice for me, and Jen likes oat milk latte," Ian said, playing with a doll, squishing its face into different shapes.Suddenly remembering our earlier conversation, he dropped the doll and ran to the kitchen. "I've learned lots from Jen. I can make juice and coffee!"Beatrice praised him: "How impressive!"She started toward the kitchen, concerned.I held her arm. "Ian's a quick learner. He does everything properly. We can trust him.""He gets along so well wit