Raynald gently acknowledged and then walked to the bedside. He leaned slightly towards Chloe and softly called her name. Staring blankly ahead, Chloe slowly turned her head upon hearing Raynald's voice. Upon seeing his face, she burst into tears. Raynald sat down by the bedside and gently patted her arm. "Chloe, you must be strong now." Tears streamed down Chloe's face. In pain, she cried out, "My hand... Raynald... my hand is ruined!" Raynald tried to reassure her, "You're young, and you can recover." "I can't recover! The bones are shattered, pieced together bit by bit. My life is over!" Chloe cried in despair, her heart seemingly torn apart. Watching Chloe sobbing pitifully, Raynald couldn't help but recall the heartbreaking expression on Arabella's face when her fingers were broken. He gently wiped away Chloe's tears with a tissue. "Don't cry now; try to stay positive." "I can't be positive! Ah..." Chloe's wails continued. Raynald wasn't sure how long he had been trying t
Arabella pursed her lips slightly and looked at Eva, gesturing for her to explain.Eva quickly recalled, "Madam was quietly sitting and reading, and Mrs. Jones suddenly barged in, cursing at her and wanting to hit her. I intervened at the beginning, but she kept hurling the most vicious insults at Madam—even me. I couldn't stand it anymore, but Miss Arabella patiently listened calmly for quite a while before finally erupting."Reginald's expression instantly chilled. He commanded Olivia, "Apologize to Arabella."Olivia was greatly surprised, thinking she must have misheard. "Reginald, I'm the one who's been hurt. If anyone should apologize, it should be her. Look at the force with which she hit me! She must have also sent someone to break Chloe's hand!"Reginald's expression became serious. "Your extreme pain for Chloe is understandable. But without evidence, you can't casually accuse Arabella. Physical harm is harm, but so is emotional harm. You insulted Arabella, so you must apologi
Arabella took out her phone and called Cosmo. "Mr. Cosmo, do you know Chloe?" After a brief pause, Cosmo replied, "I seem to have heard that name somewhere. What's going on?" "Someone smashed her hand with a sledgehammer last night." "Oh," Cosmo exclaimed, "Do you want me to help her find a doctor?" "No need, it's already taken care of." Arabella ended the call. It was evident that Cosmo was not involved. Arabella looked at the photo again, racking her brains. Since marrying Reginald, she had been living a secluded life, introverted and reserved. Her social circle was indeed limited, let alone having close male friends. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't identify the figure in the photo. Outside, Reginald smoked half a pack of cigarettes to calm his emotions. Entering the room, he found Arabella anxiously sitting on the bed, still holding the photo, her brow deeply furrowed. He paused for a moment, sat down, and gently smoothed her wrinkled forehead. His focused gaze
"Seeing Raymond, Margaret lifted her eyelids slightly and asked expressionlessly, 'Is there anything I can help with?' Raymond softly replied, 'Mom, Arabella has been discharged. Do you know where she went?' Margaret simply smiled. 'You're her husband, and you don't even know where she went. How would I know?' 'She misunderstood me and is upset with me. She's gone somewhere, and I have no idea where. A young woman wandering alone with an injury is very dangerous. Please tell me where she went so I can find her.' His tone was polite, but there was an undeniable air of command in his words—a born arrogance. Margaret sensed the subtle arrogance in his demeanor. She pulled a chair and sat down, looking at him contemptuously. 'For those two years, you had a bad temper and poor health. She took care of you day and night without complaints. But now, she's gone, and she must have suffered a lot.' Raymond's lips curled slightly as he coldly said, 'You're busy; I'll continue searching for
As she looked at the grave with tears in her eyes, her slender figure swaying in the wind, Raymond's protective instinct kicked in, diffusing his anger. He pulled her into an embrace, speaking gently, "It's okay, I won't pursue it anymore, please don't cry." Arabella buried her face in his shirt, crying silently, quickly soaking the fabric, her narrow shoulders trembling as she held onto him tightly. Raymond comfortingly stroked her back, his tone a mix of indulgence and insistence. "Next time before you disappear, you have to let me know, understand?" Arabella didn't respond. Suddenly, a distinct rumbling sound echoed in the silent wilderness. Raymond chuckled softly; he'd been running around since yesterday afternoon and was only now feeling the pang of hunger. Arabella took a while to understand the source of the sound and then looked up at him. "Is that your stomach? Are you hungry?" "Yeah, I haven't eaten since yesterday noon, no wonder I'm hungry," he said with a slightly
Reginald put his hand into his pants pocket and took out his phone, glancing at the screen. His expression changed ever so slightly.Arabella looked over curiously, catching a glimpse of the name "Chloe" out of the corner of her eye.Her heart sank. "Aren't you going to take that call?" she said.Reginald gave her a look. "Aren't you upset?"Arabella thought, if I get upset, he won't answer it.The phone kept ringing. "Go on then, don't keep her waiting," she prompted indifferently.Reginald gazed at her intently for a moment before accepting the call. "Chloe? What is it?"In the phone, Arabella could hear Chloe's feeble, pitiful voice. "Reginald, where have you been? You didn't come visit me at all yesterday. Will you come today? If you don't, I can hardly eat a thing, I'm so distraught..."A wave of disgust rose up within Arabella, revolting.Rising on her tiptoes, she leaned toward the phone, mimicking Chloe's tone. "Darling, I've already taken all my clothes off. What's taking you
Raynald watched Arabella standing there until his car disappeared from view.She had an indescribable feeling, a bit of emptiness, as if she had lost something precious.The wind rustled the leaves, causing them to twirl at her feet.After a while, Arabella turned and headed back into her grandfather's home.She took the keys, entered a room—it was her grandfather's restoration workshop, where she had spent most of her childhood.The room hadn't changed at all. Two waist-high red wooden tables stood in the center, covered with tools of the restoration trade—milling pens, carving tools, woolen cloths, and more.The tables were covered in dust, as no one had cleaned in several days. As Arabella thought of her grandfather, who had passed away due to illness, a wave of sadness washed over her."So, this is where you honed your skills?" Cosmo's voice came from behind her.Arabella nodded. "Yes."Cosmo approached, running his hand over the table. "Impressive indeed. When I was a child, my g
Chloe choked back sobs. "Three years ago when Reginald was injured, I wanted to stay by his side and take care of him, but my mum sent people to forcibly take me abroad and had bodyguards watch me 24 hours a day. I missed Reggie so much, I felt extremely depressed.""I loved him very much, but we were cruelly separated." When I heard he got married, I cried for three whole days, utterly devastated."She stood there with tears brimming her eyes, head bowed, looking exactly like a wounded puppy. Anyone would have felt sorry for her.The old lady's expression softened a little. "When the doctor pronounced three years ago that Reginald would never walk again, I understand why you left. After all, that change was too huge for most people to accept." Whether you left voluntarily or were forced to, you had already broken up, and Reggie is married to someone else now. If you try to ruin their marriage, that would be your fault, you know?"Chloe wiped her eyes. "I didn't ruin Reginald marriage
"Speak up! Who sent you?" Robert demanded sternly, his hand tightly gripping William's throat.William glared back at him, his face stained with blood, eyebrows furrowed in pain.Through gritted teeth, he insisted, "No one... no one sent me, I swear. If there was someone, I would have... I would have said by now."Seeing that relentless questioning yielded no results, Robert instructed the officer, "Check his call records and contacts, find out who he has been meeting recently.""Yes, of course," the police officer quickly agreed. "We will initiate an investigation immediately."Then he hesitated, wondering why he was following this guy's orders.Even if he was a special forces operative, that was abroad.He had no jurisdiction here. But he dared not voice his objections aloud.The police immediately recognized that this group of people was far from ordinary. They were individuals of significant influence in the big city—beyond the scope that regular police could handle.Robert glance
Arabella quickly grabbed a jacket to cover herself and then jumped off the bed to turn on the lights. The bright light illuminated everyone in the room, exposing them.Still panting, Arabella looked at the rude, rough man who had just attacked her. His weathered, dark skin, robust build, and ugly features suggested he was a local. The man with the gun pointing at her head had dark skin, a crew cut, handsome facial features, and a cold expression. He wore a sleek black leather jacket on his tall and straight figure.It was Robert.Arabella hastily put on her jacket, smoothed back her disheveled hair to regain composure. Feeling dignified, she asked, "Robert, what are you doing here?""I'm meeting a client in the area," he replied.Arabella was puzzled. "You came here to meet a client?""Yes, I'm here to collect some antiques," Robert said gently to her, then he moved the gun to the man's temple and sternly asked, "What's your name?"The man's raised hands trembled slightly, his rough l
Emily sighed as she looked at the mural, "Our Arabella's mind is sharper than a camera. She remembers every detail of something she has seen once, and can even perfectly recreate it. We should have brought her here."Upon hearing her words, Professor Graham's eyes flashed with admiration. "Heroes abound, your generation is truly talented!"Emily said, "Of course, Arabella is a once-in-a-century genius."Arabella lightly tapped her, indicating she should lower her voice.Emily quickly closed her mouth.Arabella modestly told Professor Graham, "Oh no, we still have a lot to learn from experienced professors like you."Professor Graham laughed heartily, "I heard you are the granddaughter of Percy Sisalvos?""Yes," Arabella replied."I have admired his work for a long time. In fact, I collaborated with him on several projects in the past. It's a pity the old professor passed away."Thinking of her late grandparents, Arabella felt a wave of sadness.She paused for a moment and then continu
After their marriage, they maintained a respectful distance. Following the storm of divorce, it seemed that their relationship had greatly improved. Their intimate and affectionate gestures resembled those of newlyweds. After a moment of contemplation, Arabella spoke, "I'll be working there, and it will take at least ten days to two weeks to complete. You're usually busy with work, so don't waste time on this."Reginald briefly considered and replied, "Then I'll assign a few more bodyguards to protect you. Four should be enough, right?"Arabella was taken aback by this suggestion – it seemed too extravagant. Going to restore some paintings while being followed by four well-dressed bodyguards. Just imagining that scene gave her a headache."One is enough; I'm going for archaeology, not warfare. Others aren't bringing bodyguards, and if I have them, it'll be too ostentatious and not aesthetically pleasing.""At least two, taking turns to protect you," Reginald's tone allowed no dissent.
An ordinary worker dared to betray her!Chloe was furious, feeling like her lungs were about to explode. She angrily shouted at the driver, "Go after that worker! Damn it, I've been humiliated! Now Reginald will hate me even more!"The driver quickly responded, "Yes, miss."He started the car engine to locate the construction worker.The worker walked silently along the road. It was an affluent neighborhood with no buses, let alone taxis.His legs grew tired, and he couldn't find a taxi. Just as he looked around in confusion, someone suddenly threw a piece of clothing over his head. Soon, he was dragged behind the bushes by the roadside,thrown to the ground, and subjected to punches and kicks.As the assault began, the wailing siren of an alarm sounded in his ears. The driver felt guilty, abandoned the worker, and attempted to flee. Unfortunately, before he could get in the car, he was detained by police who jumped down from a patrol car.The driver was arrested for assaulting someon
Chloe could hardly believe what she was seeing.No mistake! The worker in front of her was the one who had spilled the bucket from the scaffolding that day. Her father had secretly bribed him so that she could capture Reginald's heart using the tricks of a distressed maiden.But now, this worker suddenly appeared on the estate.It's over! Only one thought remained in Chloe's mind — her conspiracy had been exposed!Although the weather was pleasant, she felt like she had been thrown into an ice cellar, shivering from the inside out.She really wanted to rush over and strangle the worker.This way, she could kill him and keep him silent.She regretted her previous overconfidence and carelessness. She should have been more vigilant and prepared. She had missed such a good opportunity.Reginald gave Chloe a cold look. "Miss Chloe, don't you have anything to say?"She sat there dumbfounded, unable to utter a single word.Northridge looked at her with confusion, then turned to Reginald. "Wh
Northridge looked at him with suspicion, "Why did you suddenly bring the workers home?"Reginald remained expressionless, spooning the food from the plate into Arabella's bowl, and slowly replied, "You'll find out soon enough.""Trying to keep secrets from me?" Northridge said with some annoyance.Chloe cleared her throat gently and said to Northridge, "Uncle Northridge, he might have something to attend to."Reginald's lips curled slightly. Looking at the steamed abalone Chloe had just placed in front of him, he picked up the entire plate and handed it to the servant behind him, saying, "Get me a new one.""Of course, sir."The servant took it and quickly replaced it with a new one, placing it in front of Reginald.Chloe stared at the plate in front of Reginald, feeling indignant. This was too disrespectful to her.Doing this in front of so many people made her lose face.Seeing her unhappy expression, Northridge's eyes turned cold. She picked up a piece of grilled steak with her for
He received a call from Olivia, "Your dad said you came to the hospital, but we haven't seen you yet. Chloe just woke up and has been calling your name non-stop. She hit her head, seems a bit confused, forgetting who some people are, but she hasn't forgotten you."If he had heard this ten minutes earlier, Reginald would have felt guilty.But now, he knew it was all a lie.They had manipulated him, orchestrating the entire performance to deceive him.For this, they went through so much trouble.Reginald said expressionlessly, "There's an emergency I need to attend to. You all take care of Chloe; I know she's in good hands.""But...""I'm busy." Reginald hung up the phone.A few minutes later, Northridge called, sounding accusatory, "Reginald, what happened? Chloe got hurt because of you. In the situation where our family is working together, you should be by her side. Unless there's something else, it's your duty."Reginald's face immediately turned cold.He didn't know if Northridge w
Arabella breathed a sigh of relief.Arabella had genuinely worried that Chloe might become mentally disabled or vegetative due to the impact.Given the temper of this family, they would undoubtedly endlessly blame Reginald.Reginald checked his watch. "It's getting late; you should go home. I might come back very late tonight."Arabella hesitated. "Don't forget to have dinner.""I know, you too," Reginald replied.As Arabella left, she encountered Reginald's assistant at the corner, reminding him to "make sure he eats dinner.""Of course, ma'am," the assistant respectfully said.Back home, Arabella freshened up and went to bed. She waited and waited for Reginald, but he didn't return. Exhausted, she finally fell asleep.In the middle of the night, Arabella woke up, opening her eyes to see an empty bedside. Her heart sank.Glancing at the clock on the wall, she realized it was past two in the morning, and Reginald still hadn't come home.She grabbed her phone to call him, but it was tu