Rachel hadn't wanted to say anything about Winston. After all, Millie still loved Winston, and she would be hurt if Rachel talked shit about him.But he was the one who asked for it.Winston's handsome features morphed into a cold scowl as he said in a low voice, "Rachel!"Rachel wasn't like Millie. She never let the same mistake happen twice. She glared at him and taunted boldly, "What's with the barking? Are you a dog?"Winston frowned deeply. His dark eyes were staring at Rachel coldly.The other people in the lobby immediately turned to look at them. When the manager saw Winston, he immediately arranged for someone to control the crowd. He didn't want to cause a scene.Joanna immediately stood in front of Winston and said, "Enough! Rachel, if you're mad at me, then say it to my face! Why are you yelling at Win?""Did you think I wouldn't dare to yell at you?" Rachel glared at Joanna.Was she really taking herself that seriously?"You're just a mistress. What did you think
The Caldwell family's house was filled to the brim with roses. Rachel had practically bought her every single rose in Yermick City.Millie looked at the front and back yard covered in roses and asked, "Why do I need a man when I have a best friend like Rachel?""What's going on?" Terrence asked in confusion, having just gotten home from work. "Do you have a new admirer? Gosh, what a scene!" He looked up at his daughter and reminded her, "Mills, you have a habit of falling too easily. Don't be swayed just because he filled our yard up with roses!"Millie forced out a tense smile.Suddenly, her phone began to ring.Millie turned around and leaned against the railing instead. It was a call from Winston.Millie hesitated for a moment before accepting the call. She brought her phone to her ear and looked down as she said coldly, "Mr. Greer.""Come out. I'm in front of your house," he said icily. His tone sounded more like a command than a request.Millie froze in surprise.She turn
Even though Terrence had been talking to Millie, Winston knew those words had been meant for him.Terrence's words couldn't have been clearer. He wanted them to hurry up and finalize their divorce so they could stop dragging things around."I know, Dad," Millie said calmly.Millie glanced at Winston, signaling for him to talk outside.Winston followed Millie closely. She was dressed in a black dress with thick straps. Her long hair fell against her shoulders and contrasted against her fair skin, which also framed her collarbones.Her wrists and back were still covered in white bandages. Winston still couldn't help but feel a jolt when he thought about the injuries underneath them."How stubborn must you be to come all the way here? I did tell you I wasn't mad," Millie said lazily. She randomly plucked a rose and began to carefully pick off its thorns.Winston had already seen the roses planted everywhere when he came in. "Did Simon give you these?"Millie glanced at him before
"That's okay. I can go on my own," Millie said, turning Simon down."I think I should go with you. See you!" Simon didn't give Millie the chance to turn him down a second time and hung up.Millie helplessly put her phone back down and realized Winston was still holding onto her."Mr. Greer, it's not very polite to keep holding onto me," she reminded him nicely.They were already exes. It wasn't nice to be so touchy, especially not in public.If Joanna spotted him, she would probably cry and make another fuss."Are you really going to date Simon?" Winston asked, sounding frustrated."Watch yourself. That's none of your business," Millie said as she pushed his hand off her in disgust.What should she do if her ex-husband was still worried about her? "Millie, he's not a good guy," Winston reminded her out of kindness.Millie chuckled. "I already loved the most evil guy in the world. Why would I worry about Simon?"Winston was stunned silent.Was he the most evil guy on earth?
Sebastian had probably come looking for Layla because of how similar Millie and Layla's techniques were. After all, Millie had grown up under Layla's influence.Layla was confused. What female students?She never took any students regardless of their gender. The only student she wanted was Millie, but her granddaughter seemed determined not to learn medicine.It was something that really angered her."Sebastian, have you forgotten that I don't take students?" Layla asked with a stern expression.Sebastian paused. He finally remembered that important detail."Then…" Sebastian looked up. He couldn't help but look at Millie."Hi, Mr. Sebastian," Millie said with a smile. She finally got the chance to say hello.Sebastian looked at Millie properly. She seemed shockingly similar to the young lady who had helped him.Could she have been Millie?Even though the public looked down on Millie as trash when it came to medical skills, he knew she was not someone to be underestimated.Ho
"What are you doing here, Winston?" Millie looked at the man in front of her suspiciously.Expressionlessly, Winston replied, "Am I unwelcome?"He could tell by Millie's change of expression that not only was he unwelcome, but he was also putting her in a bad mood. Was she disappointed that he had been the one standing outside and not Simon?Julia suddenly called out, "Millie, what's wrong?""Nothing! Simon's here. Bye!" As she spoke, she began to pull Winston out with her.He frowned and looked at Millie, who looked completely unruffled after lying to her family. "So I'm Simon now?" he asked her."If you're not afraid of getting chased out with a broom by my dad, feel free to announce who you actually are!" Millie glared at Winston, feeling disgusted. Winston fell silent.That really sounded like something Terrence might do.Millie only let him go when they left the front gates. "What are you doing here again?""It's been three days, hasn't it? I'm bringing you to the hospi
Millie raised her eyes and spotted Simon's car nearby. He sat inside and was silently observing them. Soon after, he stepped out and walked toward them. Reacting to his approach, Millie discreetly moved aside, creating a distance between herself and Winston. Her subtle action pricked at Winston's emotions. "Millie, am I late?" Simon asked, his voice playful. "No, not at all," she replied. It was Winston who had arrived early. "Shall I accompany you for your hospital appointment?" he asked. With a nod, Millie agreed and began walking alongside Simon. Winston's grip on Millie's wrist tightened. Beneath the trees, morning sunlight peeked through the branches, casting a soft glow on them. His eyes lingered on Millie's trembling wrist, his throat tightening. With a calm yet cold voice, he asked, "Are you sure about going with him?" Meeting Winston's gaze, Millie found his gaze inscrutable, leaving her perplexed. Perhaps her struggle to understand Winston wasn't confined
Millie watched with confusion as Winston circled and climbed inside the car. She pondered if he was trying to intimidate her, and since when had she become the obstacle preventing their divorce? The situation was so absurd that it was laughable. Simon, who was standing by the car, observed Winston with a puzzled expression. After a brief moment, he crossed his arms and leaned against the vehicle, letting out a resigned chuckle. Was Winston truly in love with Millie, or was this some sort of game? Recognizing that confronting Winston directly would lead nowhere, Millie opted for a softer approach. She flashed a radiant smile and said sincerely, "Mr. Greer, I appreciate your concern. But since Simon is here, it wouldn't be polite to let him leave on his own, would it?" Winston lifted his gaze, locking eyes with Millie's captivating ones. Her smile was as enchanting as a gentle breeze. "Would you rather let me go alone?" Winston moved closer, his intense gaze fixed on Millie
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,
Layla said, "Look, you're really persistent, aren't you? I don't like you. Do you need me to spell it out for you?""Grandma, I want to pursue Mills. Since I want to be with Mills, I need to have everyone's approval. Right now, I'm trying hard to make everyone like me. It's part of the process that you might dislike me at first, but I can't just give up because of that. How else would I pursue Mills?" Winston said clearly.As expected of a businessman, his negotiation style was very serious and precise. Despite his gentle tone, there was still a strong sense of pressure in his eyes and demeanor.Layla moved her lips slightly. She didn't know how to get Winston to leave, so she shouted, "I don't care! Just stop bothering us here!"Winston furrowed his brows.Layla then asked Arthur to pull the cart himself.Ding! Winston's phone rang out.Arthur took the cart and quickly left with Layla.Winston stood still, watching the couple walk away, and couldn't help but sigh. The call on
"Grandpa, are you okay?" Winston finally had a moment to ask how he was doing.Arthur nodded. His demeanor toward Winston seemed a bit more gentle than before.Layla sighed. "There's too many people. Let's all slow down a bit.""Okay," Arthur said with a smile. "Don't worry, I'm fine.""You're getting older, and a fall could be life-threatening," Layla said anxiously, holding onto Arthur's arm tightly. "Hold onto me, alright?""If I hold onto you, I'll end up pulling you down as well if I fall!" Arthur grumbled.Layla said, "I don't care. Just hold onto me.""Okay, I'll hold on to you," Arthur relented.Winston was quietly following them from behind and couldn't help but smile himself. This was pretty nice.Who wouldn't envy a relationship that stayed this loving and affectionate all the way until old age?"Should we buy some candy?" Layla said, pointing at the candy in front of them.Arthur said, "Okay."Whatever she wanted, he would agree. The two of them acted both harmo
"She's been hurt so badly, almost losing her life, yet he said she's fortunate. Clearly, he's the fortunate one! If he leaves our Mills, where else is he going to find a girl as wonderful and sweet as her?"Arthur nodded in agreement, playing along like a sidekick. "Exactly, that's what I'm saying!"He spoke a bit louder than usual, clearly aiming his words at Winston.Of course, Winston surely understood what they were thinking.He nodded. "Grandma is right. It was definitely me aiming too high. So if I get another chance, I will definitely treat Millie well.""Hmph! Men are all talk!" Layla had long seen through Winston's ways.Winston was at a loss for words.It didn't take long to reach the entrance of the supermarket.There were a lot of people present because of New Year's Day shopping.After Layla got sick once, her health had significantly worsened. Additionally, with one of her hands not working well, she appeared a bit flustered when she and Arthur entered the superm
"Dear, could you give me a hand?" Layla asked. "Oh no, why is this step so slippery?"The next day, Winston sat in his car, watching as the elderly couple came out of the Caldwell residence.Arthur held the shopping cart in his hand, and the two of them were all geared up, ready to go out shopping.Winston got out of the car. The elderly couple happened to see Winston at that moment.Arthur and Layla exchanged glances. Layla spoke up first. "Mills is not here!""I understand. I'm not looking for Mills." Winston approached and stopped in front of them. "Grandma, Mills should have mentioned it to you. I was thinking of spending the Spring Festival with you and her."Layla reacted as if she had just heard a joke, saying bluntly, "When you were married, we never saw you spend the Spring Festival with her. "Now that you two have nothing to do with each other, why are you coming to spend the Spring Festival with her? She has family; she doesn't need you to spend the Spring Festival w