Upon hearing that, Milo's expression froze. He had not expected to be at a disadvantage so soon. Whenever he tried to be indirect with Charles, Charles would play the same game but even better.Milo could not figure out where Charles got that trait, but one thing was certain—it was far from endearing.Milo could not just admit it. He would give up his last bit of leverage if he admitted Janet was sick. That was a no-go.Charles was as cool as a cucumber since he was not the one needing a favor. He was curious to see how far Milo would go for Janet.He had always pegged Milo as a calculative man. Janet was his first love's child from a fling with another guy. Despite her having her mom's knockout looks, her illness was a hard fact.Charles brewed some coffee and checked the time. "Uncle, shouldn't you be visiting my mom instead of hanging out here and wasting time?"Milo was barely controlling his rage. "Spill it. What's your game?"Charles just cracked a smile. "You're making a
"Excellent!"Charles's lips quirked up in a sly grin. "I'll have someone take you home!""No need. I'll head back myself!""Sure. I'll take my leave, then!"Charles had what he wanted, so there was no point in sticking around with Milo any longer.He returned to the private room, where everyone was finishing their meal. They caught sight of Charles, looking all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and figured the negotiation must have been a breeze.Charles slid into the seat next to Noelle and glanced around. "Why's everyone staring?"Noelle flashed a smile and dished up some more food for Charles. "Everything went okay?"He nodded. "Yep!""Dig in. You barely touched your food earlier." She looked at the table. "Should we get more? We're running low on food."Noelle was about to flag down the waiter, but Charles waved her off. "No need. There's plenty here, and I'm not that hungry!" He gave Noelle's shoulder a reassuring pat. "Are you full?""Yep!"Charles looked away and, taking
Charles's lips quirked up. "Peter, looks like I'm going to need your help again."Peter nodded. "Just remember what you promised me."Charles nodded back, and the two men reached an unspoken agreement. "Give me a few days, and I'll arrange a meeting with the person. How you handle it is your call."Peter's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Deal!"The others were lost, unable to follow Charles and Peter's cryptic exchange. Noelle, however, caught on to some of it and cast a thoughtful look at Charles and then at Peter.After everyone said their goodbyes, Sean took Rowena and Teresa home while the rest of the crew split up, each heading to their own place.Noelle was lost in thought on her way back. "You had someone increase Janet's dose? What's that about? Don't tell me her wild behavior has something to do with you.""What?" Charles turned to her, a playful smile on his lips as he gently tousled her hair. "What's on your mind?"Noelle shook her head. "Nothing!" She really did n
Truth be told, Peter had been on an endless search for her, never once taking a break during all these years. Charles had seen it all, which was why he had agreed to lend a hand. Tania was not just some girl. She was his so-called sister, the apple of his uncle and aunt's eye.Noelle's eyes widened in surprise. "So, he's been searching for Tania all this time?" She smacked her forehead. "I should've seen that coming. Otherwise, Charles wouldn't have offered to help out."Charles might come off as a bit of a distant figure, but Noelle knew better. Underneath that reserved exterior was a heart of gold, especially when it came to his loved ones. To Charles, Peter and Tania were practically family."So, what's the game plan? Convincing your uncle and aunt won't be a walk in the park, right? Tania is their daughter, and they still haven't cleared up that old misunderstanding with Peter.""I'm thinking of approaching my aunt first." Charles said.Noelle nodded in agreement. "Your aunt d
A knock interrupted Milo's pacing. "Who's there?""Mr. Baker, I'm Ronald, Mr. Hoffman's assistant."Ronald?With a squint, Milo opened the door to find Ronald grinning at him. "Mr. Baker, Mr. Hoffman asked me to take you to Ms. Baker today. Your daughter's doing well in the hospital!"Milo's face fell upon hearing the news.Janet was in the hospital, but every time he tried to see her, she was just out of reach.Charles was known to have clout that could reach the heavens, but the extent of his power still came as a shock. He had even managed to get the hospital under his control.Little did anyone realize that the hospital was Sean's domain, and Sean was king in his territory.Ronald escorted Milo to the hospital, a standalone structure that was usually deserted, frequented only by the rich seeking its private wards.Ronald said at the ward entrance, "We're at Ms. Baker's room now. Mr. Baker, you might want to brace yourself..." His warning was cut short by a blood-curdling s
Ronald rushed in to help hold Janet down and shouted, "Get the doctor! We need a sedative now!"It wasn't until the doctor gave Janet the sedative and she finally settled down that Ronald turned to Milo and asked, "Mr. Baker, are you okay? What about that scratch on your face?"Milo felt his cheek and winced as he found the scratch Janet had left. "It's nothing. I'll still take Janet with me." They could not stay there a moment longer.Ronald gave a nod of understanding. "Sure thing. The boss said Ms. Baker is like a daughter to you. You can take her if you want.”Once Milo had left, Ronald dialed Sean's number. "Mr. Smith, I need to take the surveillance footage with me."It did not take long for Charles' keen eyes to spot something off about Milo in the footage. "He acted really weird when he saw Janet today, didn't he?"Ronald agreed and shared his thoughts before looking expectantly at Charles.Charles gave a sly smile, tapping his long fingers on the desk. "You're getting s
A baby?Ronald's eyes widened at Charles's suggestion to show Milo a child. "What are you getting at, Mr. Hoffman?"Realization dawned on Ronald. "Got it. I'll handle it. Don't worry about the Hoffman stuff—it's all been taken care of."Charles waved nonchalantly just as Noelle breezed into the study. Noticing their chat had wrapped up, she said, "Charles, I whipped up some dessert. Would you like a bowl downstairs?"She glanced at Ronald. "Mr. Wells, all done with your chat?""Yes, we're done here. I've got stuff to do, so I'll pass on the dessert," Ronald said, eyes darting around as he snatched up the papers and bolted for the door.If he didn't make a run for it then, when else would he be able to? He did not want to wait around for the boss to give him the death stare.Anyone paying attention knew that Charles had been super into Noelle lately. Ronald would not dare touch anything the boss's wife made. That was a rule as old as time: what the boss's wife makes is off-limits
Milo let out a heavy sigh. "You think I don't want to heal Janet? Hilary was wrecked by this same sickness until she finally slipped away from us. If I hadn't selfishly left her back then, she wouldn't have fallen so far. Janet's her kid, and I want to give her everything good in this world. But you know how Janet is. She's convinced she's perfectly healthy, and she's been fine all these years. I hoped...""Enough about hoping,'" Alex cut in, firm and unyielding. "She's got a mental illness that's been passed down through the family. There's a history, Milo. There's no room for 'what ifs.' The odds are just too slim.""Think about the child. What's this child really trying to tell us? She wouldn't just talk about a child out of the blue unless there's a memory associated with it! Didn't you say she came here looking for Charles? Maybe Charles is the key!""It's no use," Milo said, his voice tinged with defeat.Maybe none of this would have happened if Charles just married Janet. "C
Charles remained silent, and his unreadable gaze was fixed on Simon.After a long pause, Simon was the first to break the silence with a chuckle. "No wonder he's so cautious, carefully planning for years just to counter you. Charles, you truly are a formidable opponent."He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Should I be grateful that we're not on opposing sides? Otherwise, you'd probably scheme against me as well, wouldn't you?"Charles stood up, slipping his hands into his pockets. "I'll be waiting for your good news.""Charles!" Simon stood up as well. "How can you be so sure I'll cooperate? What if I refuse?""You won't."Their gazes locked in mid-air, and Charles' eyes were filled with unwavering certainty.Simon shrugged. "Alright then.""So, you knew about his identity all along?" Simon asked, genuinely curious about Charles' endgame.Charles' dark eyes glimmered faintly. "I found out not long ago."Had he not been cautious, he might still be unaware of the true motives be
Simon raised an eyebrow and nodded, but his gaze remained on Noelle. She noticed him as well and gave him a slight nod. "Mr. York, it's been a while."Simon's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, carrying a hint of mischief. "Indeed, it has."Sensing a sudden shift in the atmosphere, Simon arched an eyebrow and shot Charles a sidelong glance before chuckling."Come on, Charles. I'm your invited guest, aren't I? The way you're looking at me is making me nervous."Charles merely let out a cold snort. "Mr. York, let's talk privately."With that, the two of them moved to the hospital room next door. Simon quickly realized that the room had been converted into a personal office—or rather, a surveillance hub.He had noticed something off about the hospital's atmosphere the moment he arrived. There were very few patients, and while the place seemed quiet, the entire area was heavily guarded. Charles had his men stationed everywhere, making it nearly impossible for anyone without serious skil
Simon could not help but chuckle at Linda's words.It was only then that Linda seemed to notice his presence. She frowned at this uninvited guest and snapped. "What are you laughing at? Careful, or I'll gouge your eyeballs out!""Tsk, tsk, for someone so young, why are you already so vicious?" Simon shook his head in feigned helplessness, his tone filled with mockery. He even gave Linda a look of exaggerated disdain.Linda had always appreciated good-looking people and admired all things aesthetically pleasing. However, when she saw Simon's overly charming face, something strange happened. She did not swoon like she usually would. Instead, she found him rather annoying.She rested her chin on her hand, scrutinizing Simon with an expression far too mature for her age.Simon also found this young lady amusing. Judging by her actions, she was likely skilled in medicine—probably quite skilled.Otherwise, with how cautious Charles was, he would never have entrusted Noelle's life to a
Elon clenched his fists tightly at Yves' command.This woman was nothing but trouble—Yves' greatest weakness. Elon regretted not killing her years ago when he had the chance.If she had been eliminated back then, none of this would be happening now. Her presence was creating cracks in what had once been a flawless plan.Due to this woman, Yves was now willingly stepping into danger, even engaging with Charles and Steven ahead of schedule. She could not be allowed to stay."Yes, I'll ensure Ms. Anderson's safety," Elon replied.Yves cast him a cold glance before finally leaving the villa.…Meanwhile, after leaving the villa, Simon had the distinct feeling that someone was following him. However, Simon was not just anyone. He might seem carefree on the surface, but in reality, he was the most discreet and unpredictable of the York family's three sons.To outsiders, he appeared to be the least accomplished among the York siblings, but it was precisely this harmless facade that ma
Yves' cold, piercing gaze fell on Kelly. Seeing her aggressive stance, he tightened his grip slightly around her neck.Kelly's eyes widened in disbelief at the pressure, but the next moment, as if something had clicked in her mind, she stopped resisting altogether.She refused to look at him, yet her demeanor made it clear that she was fully prepared for whatever came next.Yves barely increased the pressure, and Kelly's face gradually flushed red. His bloodshot eyes were fixated on her, but she never once looked at him.The grip around her throat grew stronger, and her breathing became more labored. Yet she made no effort to struggle and just lay there as though she had accepted death.Looking at her like this, Yves suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of rage. He let go abruptly, shoving Kelly onto the bed with force."You want to die? I won't let you get your wish. If you're going to die, it'll be with me!" He loomed over her, his voice laced with a chilling finality. "I won't
Yves scrunched his brow. "Go ahead. Ask it.""Who are you, really? Are you Yves or Jacob?"Yves' gaze was sharp as it fell on Kelly. "Everyone who once knew me is gone.""Then tell me. I'm going to be gone soon, too!" Kelly said with a faint smile. "It doesn't really matter if I go now or later. I'd rather you be the one to do it than some nasty virus."Yves' frown deepened. "Kelly, please don't make me do this."His hand was a fist, and anyone who knew Yves could tell he was trying really hard to keep calm.However, Kelly kept smiling at him, not even pausing. There was laughter in her eyes but also a hint of sadness. She stared right at Yves and took a step closer.Her hands lifted, shaky, but she did not stop.Yves watched her closely, and when Kelly reached out, he quickly grabbed her hand. "Once we're done here, I'll let you know."Kelly shook her head. "After I find out, you'll end it, and your secret will be safe with me. But if you don't let me see, you know I'll try t
He stood up and gave Kelly a chilly look. "You think you can just walk out of here? That's not going to happen. Instead of dreaming about escape, you should be thinking about where you'd like to go with me once I've taken care of everything here."Yves reached for the door to leave, but Kelly's voice stopped him.She got up from the bed and stepped down, her bare feet touching the cold floor. She stood a few steps behind Yves, her eyes intensely focused on him. "If I agreed to go with you, would you leave all this behind and take me and Seth away?"Kelly's hands were balled into fists as she spoke. She did not even understand why she was asking that. She stared at Yves's back. He did not turn around and just stood there with his back to her.Kelly could not see his face, but she could read the real reaction in the way he held himself.His hand was still on the doorknob, not letting go. When he heard what Kelly said, he froze, as if her question caught him off guard.Kelly kept he
"Enough! I know that! You don't have to remind me!" Kelly shouted, her voice filled with frustration. "Yves, you don't need to keep bringing up my painful past. Yes, I once loved Charles, but that's all behind me. I have nothing to do with Charles now, and he's my sister's husband. Please stop making such guesses about other people."Kelly's eyes filled with tears as she stared at Yves. "I don't want to see you. Leave now!"She had thought her words were too mean and would make Yves mad. She expected him to storm out, but he did not move. Confused, Kelly noticed his dark eyes were then bright.Yves smiled. Kelly's yelling had somehow made him feel calm. His eyes were warm and kind, so different from the distant look he usually had.Kelly did not get it, but she was glad he was not mad.Yves let go of her and brought over a plate and spoon. "You must be hungry! You haven't eaten since you woke up. Let me feed you!"Kelly turned her head away, but Yves' eyes grew hard. "Eat," he sa
Kelly bit her lip, wondering about Simon's place in the York family. It looked like he and Jacob were not on good terms. If Simon could help her...She suddenly remembered Simon saying something about seeing her again before he knocked her out, didn't he?The door creaked open again, and Yves stepped in, this time holding a tray with utensils. As he set the table, a delicious smell wafted through the room, making Kelly's stomach growl at just the right moment.Feeling her cheeks warm, Kelly quickly turned away.Yves's face was as stern as ever, but if she looked really close, she could catch a tiny smile in his eyes. It was faint, but it was definitely there.He helped Kelly sit up and untied the ropes from her wrists. As soon as she was free, Kelly scooted away from Yves and perched on the edge of the bed.Yves's eyes flickered for a moment, but then he scoffed, "Kelly, you're a smart girl. You know that if I set my mind to something, I can make it happen, right?"Kelly scowled