Winston's nonchalant hum left Millie unsettled. What was the meaning behind that?"What time do you get off work tomorrow?" he asked again.At that point, Millie was completely fed up. She lifted her foot, aiming to step on him. But Winston appeared to have anticipated her move and quickly pulled his left foot back.Her foot landed on nothing, and she sneered. "Mr. Greer, you claim you're pursuing me, yet you can't even handle me stepping on you?"Winston lowered his gaze before saying in a low voice, "Millie, stop being sarcastic. If you want to hit me, just go ahead.""Let go of me. This is pointless." Millie's voice trembled slightly.The darkness was overwhelming, and she felt a wave of anxiety.Noticing the quiver in her voice, Winston briefly loosened his grip on her wrist. "Are you scared?" he asked.Millie kept her head down, not saying a word."Millie, are you afraid of me? Do you think I would hurt you?"She should have known he would never harm her, yet her silen
Outside the venue, Millie was growing increasingly frustrated with the two men trailing behind her. How long would they keep this up? Did she look like she had all the time in the world to entertain them?"Sean, shouldn't you be inside mingling with the guests? What are you doing out here with me?" Millie asked, irritation written all over her face.She understood his intentions, but there were so many guests and senior figures inside. While he could afford to ignore the unspoken rules, she couldn't. It was about adhering to proper etiquette and showing respect."It's all good. We're all friends here. Besides…" Sean trailed off, casting a knowing glance at Winston.Winston could tell Sean had something to say, and he knew it wasn't going to sit well with him.Without beating around the bush, Sean declared, "Everyone knows I'm pursuing you."As expected, Winston's expression darkened immediately.Millie, on the other hand, sighed deeply. "That's enough from both of you. I don't n
In the car, an uncomfortable silence lingered. Eli sensed the awkward atmosphere but couldn't think of anything to say. To Winston, simply getting Millie into the car was already a win. He hadn't yet figured out what to say next.Millie glanced at the time and let out a long sigh, visibly annoyed. Winston couldn't help but look at her. The impatience and displeasure on her face were unmistakable, and his gaze grew dimmer as he took it in. "Is this really so hard for you? Are you really that unwilling?" He spoke in a low, husky voice that was tinged with a hint of helplessness.Millie turned to face him, looking bewildered as she retorted, "Am I supposed to be happy about this? Should I be fine with it? Tell me, how should I act around an ex-husband who's hurt me so much?" She often wished someone would tell her what to do, but she knew that wasn't how life worked. In the end, everyone had to find their own way."Millie, I was only with Joanna because I thought she had saved
Millie slammed the door shut without hesitation. In the next second, the car fell silent. Under the dim lights, Winston watched as Millie made her way to the bus stop. It wasn't long before she was on her phone, chatting and laughing. His brief appearance felt like a bad joke or more like an unwanted intrusion. Winston's hand clenched tightly at his side as helplessness overwhelmed him. There was nothing he could do. Winning someone back seemed nearly impossible once their trust was lost."Mr. Greer, you should have insisted on taking Ms. Caldwell home. How could you just leave her here?" Eli asked coldly.Winston chuckled wryly. "Take her home?"Millie would only despise him even more if he had done that. She might have even cursed him under her breath.Feeling drained, he leaned back in his seat and instructed Eli to drive further away. And so, Eli moved the car to the opposite side of the street. Winston watched as Millie waited at the bus stop for a long time before she
"Yes," Eli replied decisively and confidently.Winston and Eli exchanged a look before bursting into laughter. Eli had answered without a moment's hesitation."Mr. Greer, you're considerate to us and Ms. Lowell. But with Ms. Caldwell, your actions have been nothing short of cruel," Eli added.It seemed he had shown kindness to everyone but Millie.Winston frowned as he reflected on everything he'd done. He realized he had pushed Millie away and had never seen her as family. Why had he never shown her any compassion? Even if Joanna had been the one to save him, it didn't justify his treatment of Millie. He must have lost his mind.Considering what he had done, it was no wonder Millie couldn't forgive him. Even Winston couldn't bring himself to forgive his own mistakes."Mr. Greer, if I were Ms. Caldwell's family, I'd be on my knees begging you to leave her alone," Eli joked. Given how deeply he'd hurt Millie, who would trust him with their beloved daughter?After a moment's s
After returning home, Millie wasted no time in taking a shower before heading to bed. She then texted Rachel, complaining about the day's events."This is absolutely outrageous! It's like they were fighting over an object. But I'm a human being, not an object! A good man doesn't backtrack on his words! Besides, belated affection means nothing! Can't Winston understand?"Millie's consecutive exclamation marks vividly portrayed her current mood.As Rachel was removing her makeup, she couldn't help but smile and respond helplessly, "Spring is approaching, as is your love."Millie: "If spring is going to be like this, then I'd prefer to skip it."Rachel: "This is impossible. Some things in life are as inevitable as the changing seasons. Mills, rest assured that the difficult times have passed, and what lies ahead is filled with positivity."Millie was overcome by conflicting emotions as she read Rachel's text.Rachel: "Since you're working in a research lab now, I assume you're not
Millie ignored Winston and drove off, but he followed her in his car. Despite her attempts to lose him, he remained closely behind.Two cars were racing on the road, drawing a crowd of onlookers. Millie was driving aggressively, as she was a racer. On the other hand, Winston was more cautious—mindful of the surrounding traffic. However, he still managed to tail her car closely without losing sight of her.Upon reaching the research lab's entrance, Millie came out of her car and glanced back at Winston's car. She raised her hand to give him a thumbs up, only to quickly flip it upside down to indicate that he was no match for her. In an unusually cheerful mood, she waved to Winston and entered the research lab.Winston's expression darkened in the car as he pondered the amount of exhaust he had breathed in during the journey. He allowed her to win, but she perceived it as a sign of weakness.However, this also made Winston learn more about Millie. She drove exceptionally well.He
The newcomer stared arrogantly at Millie and challenged, "Why should I tell you?""I'm Millie Caldwell, the director of this research lab, and I hold the responsibility of overseeing the SH2N project. It has come to my attention that you've been creating quite a commotion in my lab, lecturing everyone present. So I believe I do have the right to ask who you are."She cast a scrutinizing gaze over Millie. "Oh… So you're Millie."Millie was puzzled by her expression. She was trying to figure out if the newcomer was surprised or disappointed to learn that she was Millie."You look very average," the newcomer added with a hint of disdain. Millie was rendered speechless.The researchers stared at the newcomer. Even if she was Damien's daughter, she had no right to be so arrogant. And she wasn't even that. Millie was absolutely stunning, far more captivating than this newcomer. They were furious that she had criticized Millie in such a manner."Let's talk in the office," Millie sug
"Is this… a painting by Quentin Scott?" Layla asked, a bit incredulous.The Caldwell family held quite a respectable reputation in Yerwick City. Coupled with Layla's status, she was certainly not lacking in esteem.She wanted to buy this painting and had been trying to purchase it for over a year, but she still wasn't able to get it.The moment Winston nodded, she once again sensed the disparity between the Caldwell family and the Greer family.Although they didn't disagree that Winston wronged Millie, the truth was that they did have a good sense in their choices."Grandma, this is a painting by Quentin Scott. I bought it directly from Quentin Scott's assistant myself. It's absolutely genuine." Winston nodded, his demeanor gentle and well-mannered.Layla had thought Winston might give her something she liked, but she never expected that he would actually give her the painting "Where Mountains Meet the Sea" by Quentin Scott!Layla couldn't help but stand up and approach Winston.
Winston had already decided to humble himself completely to make sure his wife remained happy."Go on in," Thomas finally said.Millie and Winston went inside, where Everly was crouching next to Arthur, working on the lights with him.Winston put down the gifts he brought and asked, "Can I help with anything?""Ah, Winston, you're here. Come on in and warm up a bit." Arthur smiled and didn't say anything more.Millie nodded, indicating that Winston should go in first.Thomas and Everly stayed outside working on the lights while Millie, Winston, and Arthur went inside the house.In the living room, Layla was eating chips and watching TV. When she saw that Winston had arrived, she remained expressionless.Millie glanced cautiously at her grandmother with a gentle expression."Grandpa, I brought some good coffee beans." Winston placed a gift box on the coffee table.Arthur chuckled and said, "You didn't need to bring any gifts. You already brought plenty last time."The last gi
Soon, it was New Year's Eve. Yerwick City didn't have a ban on fireworks, so the neighborhood had been lively since early in the day.Arthur wanted to hang some lights to bring more festive spirit into the house. However, when he looked at the high places where he needed to hang them, he felt like he just couldn't manage it.Just as Thomas and Everly arrived outside the door, he called out to them, "Hurry and hang up these lights.""Oh dear, be careful not to fall at this age." Thomas quickly took the string of lights from Arthur's hands.Arthur replied, "I was just waiting for you all!"Everly joked, "Grandpa, are you upset that we arrived late?""Hmph! You weren't early enough. Millie hasn't even shown up yet!"But as soon as he finished speaking, Millie walked in holding some things. "Grandpa, I heard you talking about me from far away, and I've sneezed several times because of it," she said with a slight smile, her voice bright and cheerful.The group turned their attention
At that moment, a cold snort came from the staircase.Arthur looked up. Wasn't that Layla standing there?Layla walked downstairs, her tone sounding incredulous as she said, "Is this guy really willing to go to such lengths to get what he wants? He even had the nerve to say something like that?""When pursuing someone you like, there's nothing you wouldn't do, no matter how embarrassing. Back when I was trying to win you over, didn't I wait for you outside your house every day?" The thought brought Arthur a sense of sorrow.The Cadmores were a medical family, and Arthur was a businessman. Even though he also made a fortune in the medical field, the Cadmore family wasn't willing for the two of them to be together. They just wanted Layla to marry someone who was also studying medicine.Believe it or not, back then, there really was another medical student as her suitor. The Cadmore family liked them, and outsiders also thought they were a good match.In the end, the persistent suit
The car was parked in front of the Caldwell residence. Eli took out the items and silently handed them to Winston. He wanted to see if Winston could help escort the two elderly people to the door."No need to accompany me any further. Let's leave it here," Layla insisted, maintaining her refusal.She always maintained a sense of propriety, even in how she addressed Winston.Winston found Layla harder to impress than Millie."Grandma, let me help you take it inside. It's not far. I'll just go in and come right out. I won't stay long," Winston said with a smile.Layla was about to speak. Arthur nudged her arm, suggesting she let it go, as she had been bothered enough already.Layla remained silent for a moment before nodding.Winston was given permission, and he immediately followed the two elderly people into the Caldwell residence with the items.Eli sighed and couldn't help but take a video of Winston, feeling really humbled.It was really hard to believe this was Winston.W
"The shop shutting down for rectifications is necessary. If she keeps up this attitude, there's no point in having the store here. You all should remove her from this place," Layla said, intending to rid Clara of a job.When Clara heard it, her face turned pale. However, she didn't dare to speak at the moment, fearing that the more she said, the more mistakes she might make.These people all seemed to be important figures!"Alright!" Bernard clapped his hands and agreed, "Professor Cadmore, we agree. If she doesn't give the proper compensation, we will definitely fire her!"Arthur supported Layla and gently patted her back, gesturing for her to calm down and not be upset anymore.Layla had finally started to calm down a bit. She had actually become much more mellow with her temper. In the past, whether in the lab or outside, she was always decisive and assertive.This was also why Arthur had been obedient all these years. He would always go along with her."Hurry up, apologize t
Bernard gave Clara a strong push. She fell to the ground, crying out in anger, "What's the meaning of this!"Bernard approached Winston with his hands tightly clasped and bowed respectfully as he exclaimed, "Mr. Greer!"Winston raised his hand, signaling for him to get up.Clara sat on the ground, feeling completely dumbfounded. Why was Bernard treating him with such respect? Who was this person? What was his background?Winston, with a cold expression, adjusted his sleeve and looked indifferently at Clara on the ground.Bernard said, "Mr. Greer, you should have told us you were coming! I would have had someone prepared to welcome you long ago. I'm really sorry for any inconvenience you experienced. Please accept my apologies!""What's wrong with her? Is she unwell?" Winston asked, pointing to Clara on the ground.Bernard quickly said, "She…""No matter what's up with her, disrespecting customers is a big mistake. I am demanding that her shop undergo rectifications before reope
Winston raised an eyebrow and stepped forward.Clara felt a sudden shudder in her heart and instinctively took a step back.Winston scoffed. What was she backing away for? Was she scared?She was simply someone who bullied the weak but was afraid of the strong. What capabilities did she even have by picking on elderly people?Winston's gaze was steady, and his expression became increasingly cold and harsh.The woman frowned and stayed silent.Winston, speaking calmly and without any agitation, said, "If you don't want to escalate the situation, apologize now. If you're unwilling, then we'll have to get the police to handle it."To begin with, he was never a patient person. The reason he was speaking so nicely was to make a good impression in front of Layla and Arthur.In the past, whenever he encountered such a situation, he wouldn't even pay it any attention and would simply have Eli take them to the police station.Whenever someone made a mistake, it was important to address
Layla said, "Even though it's soon New Year's and everyone is busy, try to be a bit more gentle! We're all elderly people here, so what's wrong with being patient?"Since you're in the service industry, you should maintain a proper attitude. If you can't even speak politely, then you shouldn't be in this line of work. I suggest you close up shop for good!"Winston squinted. That voice sounded very familiar. It seemed like Layla's voice.He quickly walked over and saw that Arthur was helping an elderly gentleman up while Layla was engaged in a debate with a young female shopkeeper."How I run my store is my business. If you want to buy something, go ahead. If not, just leave. I don't need you to tell me how to run my life!" The store owner glared at Layla while speaking with a very unfriendly tone, their voice sharp and cutting.Layla was exasperated and asked, "Don't you understand the saying that the customer is king?""What about the damn king? Just go away," the lady grumbled,