Winston admitted defeat the moment Millie stopped the doors and invited Sean into the elevator.He felt like a joke—a clown who tried to get Millie's attention when she didn't even care for him in the first place.Staring at her side profile, he watched as she pressed the elevator button. For a moment, he wanted to ask her if she'd do the same for him if he were the one outside the elevator.But he didn't need to ask. Deep down, he knew very well that she wouldn't.The moment Sean joined them in the elevator, Winston smiled helplessly. Millie ignored him.He finally got a taste of his own medicine. Millie had endured the same bitterness and helplessness many times in their marriage, especially when Joanna was around.Therefore, he had no right to protest. He could only take it quietly."Let's at least have dinner after that failed movie." Sean let out a wistful sigh.Millie refused, "I'm not going. I'll head home; I'm tired."She couldn't be bothered to be an object that the t
Winston stared at Sean flatly. "Sean Stringer, do not challenge me.""What if I do? Hit me! I'll tell Millie the next day that you—" Winston grabbed him by the collar and threw a punch in his face, causing Sean's face to turn sideward from the impact.He lifted Sean and pressed the latter against the car. His eyes glinted with iciness as though he could take Sean's life right there.As for Sean, he tasted blood in his mouth. He drew a sharp breath from the excruciating pain in the corners of his lips.He returned the stare, clenching his jaw.Winston's expression slowly softened when he realized ruining a friendship over a woman wasn't worth it. He lifted Sean by the collar and said to him, "Get into the car.""Where are we going?" Sean looked confused.Winston opened the door while texting Jake. "Come to the bar ASAP."…The men and women in the dim bar pressed their bodies against each other, enjoying themselves thoroughly. Jake stood by a booth seat with a glass of alcoho
"I for sure won't be mad at Winston, but the same can't be said of him," Sean deliberately made a snide remark.Winston glared at him. He had the urge to beat Sean up.Although he hadn't been paying enough attention to Millie over these years, he swore that Sean—talkative and boyish—wasn't her type."You're not Millie's type. Listen to my advice. Don't waste your time," Winston advised Sean as a friend.Sean brushed off his remark. "What's her type, then? Men like you?"Winston snapped, "Of course. Why else did she pursue me in the first place?"Sean smirked at that confident remark. "Winston, wake up. She fell for the version of you in high school. Many years have since passed, and she no longer holds the same fantasy about you."Winston tightened his hold on his drink.Sean continued, "Millie has grown out of her old self. Besides, you don't know her that well. Don't act like you do!""Even so, I still know her better than you do. Right?" Winston fired back.Indeed, Sean di
Millie smiled. "What is it?"Julia narrowed her eyes. "Why don't you announce that you're married?"Millie fell silent. That was definitely an insane suggestion."Winston will surely ask me about my husband. How am I supposed to answer that?" Millie looked baffled."Just throw him off by saying you got married to a distant relative of yours. That's simple." Julia shrugged, thinking it was no big deal at all.Millie laughed. "Mom, it's Winston Greer we're talking about! He's not an average guy!"As long as Winston set his mind to researching her alleged husband, he would receive all the information he needed in a few hours' time, including the ancestry of the said man.Julia's idea was clearly not workable."If he looks into the matter, our family can lie for you. Let's all say that you're married to a distant relative. What's he gonna do about it?" Julia looked confident in her plan.After seconds of silent staring at the ceiling, Millie shook her head. "Forget about it. Let t
Millie clutched the bouquet tighter. "What does that have to do with Joanna's suicide?"Logan seemed to be in a great hurry, and he did not like her answer.Millie, refusing to waste her time, replied curtly, "No, I will not remarry him."Logan chuckled. "Are you sure?"At that moment, someone called his name, "Logan! Logan! How's your sister doing?"Millie looked behind Logan. Ethan arrived, holding a rather confused-looking Harriet."Dad, Mom, Joanna's in the ER, but I think she'll be fine," he replied.Harriet immediately noticed Millie's presence. She didn't like that young lady at all. Millie too stared at Harriet with hostility. Ever since the abduction, her relationship with Harriet had irrevocably soured.This was, however, Ethan's first time meeting Millie. An unexplainable feeling stirred within him when he rested his gaze on the young lady. She was a stranger who felt very familiar…Her beauty reminded him of someone.Millie squirmed under his intense scrutiny. S
Harriet nodded furiously. Thank goodness Joanna was well and alive! She had caused them so much stress.She could have talked to them about her worries instead of taking her life at the first inconvenience. What would death bring? Relief?Was the world such a hard place for Joanna? There were more who lived harder lives than her! Some wanted desperately for a chance at life, but they were not so lucky. How could she repeatedly seek to die?Harriet couldn't wrap her head around Joanna's actions. However, every time she expressed her disapproval, Logan would lecture her, "Joanna suffers from depression. She sees the world differently than us."Harriet had no choice but to shut up, but she often wondered if Joanna's act of hurting herself was ever justifiable.…Back at the Cardiac Surgery Department, Joanna stirred awake when she was sent to her room. A look of disappointment crossed her eyes when she noticed her family in the room. Finally, she shut her eyes."You silly child! Ho
A look of confusion crossed Millie's face. Why did Logan ask for her birthday?"Ms. Caldwell, I don't have any intentions. I just want to learn about your birthday," Logan clarified.Puzzled by his intentions, she lied, "It's in March."After a pause, he smiled. "Okay." He didn't pester her with other questions after that.She frowned when the elevator doors closed behind her. Another elevator arrived, and a familiar face appeared from within.She called out to him, "Hey, Uncle Thomas!"Thomas beamed at her. "Oh, it's you, Mills.""Are you here to visit Grandma?"Thomas replied, "Yeah. Shall we have dinner later? Your cousin is back in town."She blinked in surprise. Huh. Was Everly back?"Has she wrapped up the filming?" Millie asked Thomas.Thomas nodded. "Yeah. She finally wrapped up filming after joining the set for three years.""It's fine. A good show takes time. Besides, you were the one who got her the job," said Millie with a smile.Sighing, Thomas said, "I ran in
Arthur nodded and agreed flippantly, but Millie knew that he was listening. She smiled and arranged Layla's blanket before saying, "I'll leave for the lab now.""Go. Get to work." Layla waved at her.Millie pouted. Layla really didn't care to make her stay. "Alright. I'll visit you when I have time."Millie left after chatting with Thomas. She had a ton of work awaiting her at the lab. When she stepped into the lobby and past the emergency department, she ran into Eli."Ms. Caldwell?" Eli was equally surprised to see Millie at the hospital."I'm here to visit my grandma. What brings you here?" she asked, noticing the medicine and the test report in his hand.He explained, "Oh, Mr. Greer suffered from gastric issues last night. He's here for an IV drip and some medicines." She glanced at the emergency department. How did he suffer from gastric issues? She thought he went home after the movies last night."Did he go drinking?" she asked."Yeah." Eli's heart was beating wildly
"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,