I thought I could just wait for news from Officer Miller, but at noon, I received a call from the hospital. Wendy had fainted and was rushed to the emergency room. After receiving the call, I hurried to the hospital. In the taxi, my heart raced, and my hands and feet trembled involuntarily. Getting out of the car, my legs felt like jelly—weak and unsteady. The hundred yards from the hospital entrance to the inpatient building seemed like miles; it felt as if I would never reach the end. By the time I got to the hospital room, Wendy was slowly regaining consciousness. She looked around, confused. "Sweetie, where am I?" "You're in the hospital now." As Wendy tried to prop herself up, I quickly put down my bag and went to help her, placing a pillow behind her back. Leaning against the pillow, Wendy finally remembered what happened before she fainted. "Why did I pass out?" "The nurse said you had low blood sugar. Are you feeling any better now?" I observed Wendy's complex
After the attending physician left, Wendy sat on the bed, staring at me wide-eyed."Wendy, avoiding the issue isn't the solution."Sooner or later, she'd have to tell me!Wendy racked her brain and finally blurted out, "I'm planning to do a good deed.""You often do good deeds, Wendy." Wendy frequently participated in educational charity events."This good deed is different. It's a big sacrifice for me."Wendy was being evasive, reluctant to give details.I stared at her silently."Sweetie, if you keep staring at me like that, I'll get shy." She covered her face, pretending to be coy. She was joking around, trying to dodge the issue."Wendy..." I drawled."I'll tell you the truth! I'm planning to do a bone marrow match.""Match with whom?" Joey! I exclaimed in surprise, "You're Rh-negative?"I'd seen Wendy's medical reports before, which clearly stated she was Type O!"I didn't mean to hide the blood type thing from you." Wendy rubbed her nose. "I'm my mom's only daughter.
"You heard what the doctor just said. I'm fine!" Wendy, feeling a bit better, was about to get out of bed to prove to me she was okay.I quickly stopped her. "Stay put, don't move.""My blood is precious! Now that I've got this chance, I've got to make the most of it!"Wendy's decisions were hard to change once made. Unable to persuade her, I poured her a glass of water.Wendy took it and had a sip. "Sweetie, help me think. What else should I ask Stephen to do? Apart from his professional advantages, even with that handsome face of his, he's so boring it gets annoying after a while. Dating him is out of the question.""His mind is all on Joey. Even if it's not love between them, just guilt. With someone like that around, dating him would be miserable!""You've hit the nail on the head, sweetie! My future boyfriend must be completely devoted to me alone, with no female friends. Even if it's just pretend dating, I must be the center of attention! Looking at it this way, there's not
"Thank you, Wendy."Wendy was like a little sun, always warming my heart."I'm not helping you; I'm just doing a good deed. Why are you thanking me?" Wendy said expectantly. "If my small act of kindness helps Officer Miller solve a cold case, I can brag about it for the rest of my life."Wendy said this to ease my mind, but her thoughtfulness always made me emotional, almost breaking down my defenses."The water's so refreshing. Would you mind pouring me another glass, sweetie?"Wendy handed me her empty glass.I took it, saying, "I'll contact Dr. Thompson later.""Thanks for your trouble, Jen."After pouring Wendy another glass of water, I called Dr. Thompson.Dr. Thompson's medical skills were recognized by Luke. Once he examined Wendy and confirmed she was healthy enough for bone marrow donation, we could discuss making a deal with Joey. We couldn't take Wendy's health lightly.After spending the whole morning in the hospital, Wendy was bored and pleaded with me to let her
Carter played with people's lives, enjoying pulling others into the games he designed, treating them like pawns he could control.He thought he was clever, but in reality, he was just a clown with superpowers.Now he was sticking to me like glue. If he recognized me, he'd likely come over to say hello.In Wendy's eyes, his character was low—he was just scum. If he tried to flirt with me, Wendy would probably tear his disgusting face apart on the spot.Not wanting Wendy to clash with him, I was about to step into the elevator as the doors opened.Wendy grabbed my wrist. "Wait, sweetie!"Her tone was urgent, so I looked back toward Carter.At that moment, Carter was blocking Joey's path.Joey hadn't fully recovered from her car accident and needed a wheelchair to move around.After being released on medical parole, because she couldn't take care of herself and handcuffs made it difficult for others to care for her, Stephen, her lawyer, had argued for her to use an electronic ank
Joey looked at Carter with fury.Carter was pleased with her reaction, lowering his head with a smug smile. "How has the high and mighty Editor-in-Chief fallen so low?""If you don't move, I'm calling for help!""Go ahead and call! I remember you used to call out so passionately."Carter's tone was lewd, giving Joey a look only she understood.People occasionally passed by in the hospital corridor, some stopping briefly to watch.Joey and Carter weren't speaking loudly, and Carter's gestures were ambiguous. His slightly tilted body blocked most of Joey's face, making uninformed onlookers think they might be a couple having an intimate conversation, so they didn't pay much attention.Joey's suppressed emotions erupted like a volcano. "Carter, you're despicable!""Isn't that what you like about me?" Seeing Joey's anger, Carter became even more brazen, reaching out to lift her chin.Slap!Joey swatted his hand away.Wendy and I held our breath, able to hear their entire conversation clear
Carter, who had been about to slap Wendy, was hit in the groin. He let out a pig-like squeal, clutching himself as he rolled on the ground, howling in pain.The scene drew many onlookers. Fearing a disturbance, the nurse on duty rushed over to check the situation.Wendy wasn't satisfied and wanted to add a few more kicks."Wendy...""Since we've already started, we might as well make it count.""..."Wendy had a point.I released her waist and joined her in kicking Carter a few more times.Wendy was fighting Carter for my sake; I couldn't stay uninvolved."You... you two..." Carter caught his breath slightly, glaring at Wendy and me with bloodshot eyes.Wendy shielded me behind her. "I'm the one who hit you! This is just a warning. If you keep harassing us, I'll beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you!""You... you better not leave!" Carter, helped by the nurse, sat down in a nearby wheelchair.Seeing him shaking in pain, the nurse asked where he was hurt."I
Carter, still seething from Wendy's earlier confrontation, replied irritably, "No.""So you've slept together then."Me: ...Wendy was always so blunt."Mind your own business!" Carter sensed Wendy had an ulterior motive for asking and grew wary."You didn't deny it, proving my guess was right.""Wendy...""You, shut up!" Wendy, having gotten the information she wanted, quickly dropped her smile. "Keep yapping, and I'll slap that big mouth of yours!"Having known Wendy for a long time, I wasn't surprised by how quickly she could switch expressions.Carter, however, was different. He forgot he was still on the phone, his mouth slightly agape in disbelief at Wendy's rapid mood change.Wendy glared at him, looking menacing. "What are you staring at? Want me to gouge out your eyes and use them as marbles?""You...""You're just asking for it!"Wendy slapped the chair, making as if to stand up. Perhaps still shaken from the earlier confrontation, Carter's body involuntarily shu
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