I felt my pace slow down as I followed Aunt Tian through the hospital. My heart was racing, and the closer we got to the obstetrics and gynaecology department, the more my nerves grew. I couldn’t understand why we were headed here. Xander was in the children's ward—was something wrong with him? Or was it Grandma?
I hesitated, unsure of what was happening. The air felt thick with tension, and I stood frozen, anxiety tightening my chest.
Aunt Tian must have sensed my hesitation because she turned around and came back to pull me forward.
"Madam, please move quickly. Don't let the old lady and the doctors wait anxiously."
But I couldn’t move.
"Aunt Tian, what's going on?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Isn't Xander in the children's ward? Or is the old lady not feeling well? Why are we going to the obstetrics and gynaecology department?"
She finally relented, understanding my confusion, and began to explain.
"It’s n
I looked down at Susan Wenger, my body stiff with disbelief. And then, I laughed.Not because anything was funny—but because I finally realized just how foolish I had been.I had actually worried that Madam Ferguson would really force Susan to have an abortion. I had thought that maybe Susan would finally admit the truth to save herself. But no—she was still playing her games, still pretending to be the victim.And I? I was the biggest fool of them all.Of course, Susan had already informed James. Of course, she had been stalling, waiting for him to come and rescue her. I had been so focused on the old lady’s anger, on the chaos unfolding before me, that I hadn’t even seen it.Susan Wenger was always one step ahead, always ready with her next move."Brother James, please save me, save the baby. I won't fight with my sister for anything. Why do you have to get rid of my baby? What did he do wrong? It hurts so much..."
The old lady was caught off guard by what had happened and was exhausted. Looking at Mr. Ferguson and Hellen Ferguson, who were obviously biased towards each other, the old lady felt frustrated and helpless.There were outsiders present who followed suit to persuade the old lady, and she had no choice but to do anything, and her anger gradually subsided."James, why don't you take Susan to the ward and find a doctor to see her right away, before anything really happens to her,"Hellen Ferguson urged, especially when she saw that Susan Wenger was so weak that she seemed unable to open her eyes, she became worried and anxious. After all, the baby in Susan Wenger's belly is her hope to save her youngest son.Mr Ferguson also said in a deep voice:"Stop embarrassing yourself here, get her out of here quickly."Just as James Ferguson was about to take a step, Mrs. Ferguson suddenly said,"Wait!"Everyone looked at the old lady, but she turned around and looked at me, I was pushed to the ed
ZeldaThe air in the hospital corridor felt heavy and thick with unspoken words and lingering emotions. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder, preparing to leave with Grandma when James Ferguson spoke."I'll come with you to send Grandma back."I frowned, caught off guard by his sudden offer. His voice held an unfamiliar tone—was it sincerity? Guilt? I couldn’t tell.Instead, I folded my arms and met his gaze with a blank expression."You should stay here and take care of Miss Susan," I replied coolly.James sneered. "You are so generous."I rolled my eyes, unwilling to humour whatever twisted logic he was playing at. I turned away, dismissing him, but Grandma wasn’t one to hold back."Get lost! Can't you see that Zelda doesn't like you?!" she snapped.James, unfazed, simply slid one hand into his pocket and reached out with the other to hold the elevator door open for us."Then it's okay for Grandma to see me."Grandma let out a laugh, sharp and full of mockery."Which eye of yours saw th
ZeldaI stood just outside the door, the delicate tray of calming tea in my hands, but my attention was completely consumed by the heated exchange inside. I heard James's voice—powerful, confident, and yet somehow it struck a chord deep within me. His words rang in my ears.“I can’t let her marry any man other than me.”I froze. My breath caught in my throat, and my hand tightened on the tray. It was ridiculous how much those words made my heart race. I should’ve been used to his possessiveness by now, but hearing him say it out loud, so forcefully—it made me wonder.Does he still care?The thought flitted through my mind before I could push it away. I bit my lip, my mind racing as I tried to rationalize it. It wasn’t love—it couldn’t be. It was just his need for control, his arrogance, his overwhelming desire to keep things his way. Even if I was no longer his wife, James Ferguson was the same possessive man he had always been. His words meant nothing, absolutely nothing more than th
The throbbing in my hand was a dull reminder of James’ grip. I yanked it away, my fury bubbling to the surface. I was ready to unleash a torrent of words, maybe even a kick—anything to make him feel the same frustration he’d caused me.But then, James rolled over, got off me, and sat up. He started to remove his shirt, the sunlight catching the contours of his back.It was… distracting.The way his spine moved, the play of muscles beneath his skin. For a moment, I almost forgot my anger.Almost.My foot was already halfway up, aimed squarely at his backside when he spoke.His voice, low and husky, sent a shiver down my spine.“If you dare to kick me again, I'll make you cry under me.”The threat hung in the air, thick with something… dangerous.My foot dropped back to the floor like a stone.I was scared. Not just physically, but… something else.He just sat there, though, breathing deeply. Didn’t do anything. My heart finally started to slow down.And I couldn't help but stare at his
James"I said, don’t pay attention to it," I snapped, my patience wearing thin.Cheng was worrying too much. Overestimating the situation. Overestimating her."Do you really think there’s anyone in this city who dares to hurt me? Or do you think I can’t even deal with a weak, middle-aged woman who’s practically powerless? Do I look like I need bodyguards as if I’m facing some great enemy?"Silence.Cheng stared at me for a moment, then finally backed off. He knew better than to argue. He knew what I was capable of. Muay Thai, karate, firearms, grappling—I was trained, and experienced. I didn’t need protection.He was being ridiculous.We arrived at the hospital, and I wasted no time heading straight for Susan Wenger’s room.She lay there on the hospital bed, wrapped in a thin gown, a bandage around her forehead. Pale. Haggard. The same woman who had once been so full of herself, so confident.Now?She looked pathetic.Her eyes, red and swollen, stared blankly at the ceiling, lifeless.
ChengI was really starting to worry about him. As his assistant, I felt like I had a pretty good read on the situation.The CEO clearly cared about his wife, about this marriage. I’d seen it myself. Back when Zelda was still working in the office, I’d walked in on him a few times while delivering documents. He’d be staring at her, lost in his own little world.Sometimes he wouldn’t even notice me come in. And… well, he’d have this… soft smile on his face. A real smile. Not the usual, carefully constructed one.It was… love. I was sure of it. I was so happy for them back then, for the CEO and his secretly married wife. I never imagined they’d end up like this.I’d thought it was just a lovers’ quarrel. But then they signed up for their divorce. And he’d been… different ever since. Quiet. Short-tempered. There was a bitterness in his voice, even when he was just giving instructions.It was all because his wife was leaving. He was too proud to admit it, of course. But I knew. He needed
YuellOf all the people I could run into today, it had to be her.From the moment I saw her talking to Sia, something in my gut told me she was up to something. And when I realized where she was heading—toward Director Wang—I didn’t hesitate.I closed the distance in a few long strides and grabbed her arm."Come with me."She recoiled, eyes blazing. "Hey! What are you doing? Yuell Qing, are you sick? Let me go!"Sia blinked in confusion, clearly unsure whether to intervene. She tried to follow, but my assistant stopped her."Miss Sia," he said smoothly, “Mr Yuell has a few words with Miss Jian. Please don’t go over there."Sia hesitated, then sighed. "Jian knows Mr Qin? That’s fine, I won’t bother them."I barely heard their conversation. My focus was on the furious woman I was dragging away.When we reached the bathroom door, she yanked back hard, attempting to free herself. I held firm. She huffed, then twisted sharply, slamming her elbow into my chest and forcing me against the wal
Zelda"What paternity test?" I asked, my brow furrowed. I took the phone from James, staring at the report on the screen.It wasn't a paternity test at all. It was a kinship test. And the result…grandfather-granddaughter? My confusion deepened."Whose grandchild is this?"I scrolled back, finally taking in the names of the individuals involved in the assessment. My eyes widened in surprise."It's…Bai Luoqi's child?"Luoqi! It all clicked into place. He’d passed away, which explained why James was so invested in this child. Luoqi had been busy with the Bai family’s overseas business these past few years, just like Susan.They’d both been out of the Country. And then, the timing…Susan had returned with James and the Bai's. The media had assumed they were Susan’s parents, making all sorts of incorrect assumptions. No wonder they’d all come back together."So," I said slowly, piecing it together, "the Bai family's IPO is at a critical stage. Luoqi's death is a huge blow, and you’re trying
ZeldaMy mind was a whirlwind. Tissues, where were the tissues? Liamson, Zelda Liamson, that's me, and right now I was trying desperately to stop James's nosebleed. It was all so embarrassing!And then there was James, throwing that cup of water. At Xavier! His brother. I felt a surge of mortification."I told you to stop messing around!" I scolded, my cheeks burning. "This whole ward is a mess!"James, bless his heart, just looked gloomy."It's inconvenient," he mumbled, "Let's just get discharged tomorrow.""Discharged?" I exclaimed, aghast. "How can we? Your injuries aren't nearly healed! And…and I need to see Xavier. James, why did you hit him?"I turned to go out, but James grabbed my wrist, his grip surprisingly tight. It startled me."What's wrong?" I asked, looking at him.He seemed to realize he'd been too rough and loosened his hold a little."I think…I think my wound might have opened again. It hurts," he said, his brow furrowed.My worry instantly eclipsed everything else.
I was stunned. My head snapped back, and a jolt of disbelief running through me.“How could you even think that?!” I exclaimed, my voice rising in disbelief. “There’s nothing between me and my Hammer. I don’t… I don’t like him! How could you even imagine such a thing?”James’s expression was a mixture of anger and something else… hurt? He sneered a harsh, bitter sound.“He coveted you back then. He even dared to come to the Ferguson family to propose! And in the past two years, he abandoned his life as the heir to the Yassir family to work at the Ferguson hospital… just to be near you. You kissed in the car. You hid your pregnancy. You talked about divorce. You were going to go abroad with him! And just now… you were snuggled in his arms! What am I supposed to think, Zelda? What?”His words hit me like a physical blow. He loosened his grip on my chin, but the damage was done. My neck felt strained, stretched to its limit. I stared at him, his eyes burning with a cold fury, and a wave
ZeldaHis hand, James’s hand, was a vice around my waist. His fingers pressed right on the bruise, a throbbing reminder of his unfounded anger. The scene in the ward replayed in my mind, fueling my own simmering frustration. He’d stormed out, furious, without even knowing what had happened.Then, his accusation about Hammer. I glanced at Hammer’s cheek, the fading bruise a testament to James’s… overreaction. Something snapped. I shoved him away, my brow furrowed.“James, have you said enough?!” I retorted, my voice trembling slightly. “I just fell asleep. Brother was worried I’d catch a cold and put his coat on me. Is that so terrible? I asked him for help at the airport. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Why involve him?”A wave of hurt washed over me. If James hadn’t forgotten I was waiting outside, would I have fallen asleep on that bench? And he had hugged Susan in front of me, without a word of explanation, but my innocent interaction with Hammer was enough to ignite his ra
We arrived at Mrs. Bai’s room, but the doctor had already finished and left. She was lying there, so pale and thin, her eyes cloudy and unfocused, but tears were silently streaming down her face. It was heartbreaking.James went to her and gently took her hand.“Godmother,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I’ll take care of everything online. I won’t let anyone tarnish Luoqi’s name. Godfather and I… we’ll stabilize the company. If Bai’s survives this, if the stock price recovers, the internet will quiet down. They’ll let Luoqi rest in peace.”A flicker of something – hope? – touched Mrs. Bai’s face. Mr Bai stepped forward too, stroking his wife’s hair.“Listen to James,” he said softly. “As long as I’m alive, our son won’t have died in vain. Even if you don’t trust me, you have to trust James, right?”I watched them, my heart aching. Mrs. Bai, and Mr Bai… they’re known for their love and devotion to each other. Even with Mrs. Bai’s blindness and failing health, he’s always been by
When I pushed open the hospital room door, I saw him. James. Sitting on the bed, looking at some papers. A surge of… something… went through me. Annoyance? Worry? I marched over and snatched the documents from his hand.He looked up, surprised, probably thinking I was one of his bodyguards. His expression shifted from annoyance to… something else. I stood there, frowning, the papers clutched in my hand."The doctor said you need rest. You lost a lot of blood, and sleep helps your body heal. Don't you understand that? The Ferguson company can handle things for a day or two; it’s not like he can’t be transferred!" I know I was probably lecturing, but I couldn’t help it. He was being so reckless.He just looked at me. At me. And for a moment, the coldness that usually clung to his face seemed to melt away. Something flickered in his eyes… nostalgia? It was strange. Then I saw it. The ghost of a smile playing on his lips. And suddenly, I was remembering too.“Brother, you can’t go to bed
I caught Susan’s wrist before her hand could connect with my face."Are you angry because I exposed your lies?" I sneered.Her chest heaved, and she yanked her hand back, a flicker of something – fear? – in her eyes. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure."You saw your mother and your aunt and uncle just now, didn't you? They're badly hurt, no money for treatment. And you, their own flesh and blood, just walked right past them. Don't you think that's…inappropriate?""Don't we have you for that?" I retorted, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Miss Susan is so kind and generous. Surely you can show them some of that generosity."Susan’s face twisted with frustration."Zelda Liamson, why are you so cold-hearted? You're a Ferguson now, carrying their grandchild, and you're just going to let your relatives suffer? Think about your reputation! What will people say?"She was seething. James’s very public slap, the withdrawal of the Wenger family’s investment…and now she was be
ZeldaI snorted, a small, involuntary sound of amusement. Turning on my heel, I left the coffee shop.Jian had perfect timing, arriving just in time to witness Susan Wenger's spectacular face-plant. Honestly, the schadenfreude was delicious.The moment I stepped out, the whispers, no, the shouts erupted."Susan Wenger, you've been lying to us all along! We even defended you! You're disgusting!""I've seen people pretend to be rich, but pretending to be someone's ex-girlfriend? That's a new low!""Mr Ferguson doesn't even look at you! You're so vain, it's embarrassing to be seen with you! Let's go!"It was a feeding frenzy. One by one, the sycophantic little group that had been fawning over Susan just moments ago deserted her. Her face, which had been so smug, crumpled. It was almost…pitiable. Almost.Even Hilder Ferguson, her supposed "friend," was disgusted."Susan, you lied to me too! That's too much!"She grabbed her bag and stormed out, leaving Susan scrambling after her, desperat
ZeldaI opened my eyes, realizing James had been quiet for a while. The recording had finished, but he was lying there motionless, his face eerily calm. I wondered if he'd fallen asleep. I nudged him, a little irritated."James?"He opened his eyes."Was he running a train in your stomach?" he asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.I rolled my eyes. I’d been so emotional, hearing the heartbeat for the first time, and that was his reaction."Don't you have anything else to say?" I huffed.He smirked, leaning closer."You called me 'hubby,' darling," he murmured. "Say it again. I want to hear it."My cheeks flushed. Why was he always so focused on the weirdest things? I glared at him."Did I? You must have misheard."Just moments ago, we’d been snuggled together, listening to the baby’s heartbeat, holding my belly, feeling so happy, so connected, like a real family. And in that moment, the word just slipped out. Now, under his teasing gaze, I was too embarrassed to repeat it.He wasn’t let