Landon thought Warren was there for Jeffrey, so he rose to greet him. However, Warren rushed past him, his eyes filled with hope that glistened alongside the raindrops clinging to his shoulders and hair. Gone was his usual arrogance. "Rainbow," Warren's voice trembled, "I've finally found you."Landon, setting cutlery for Warren, froze. A look of utter shock, a rare sight on his handsome face, contorted his features. He immediately gazed at Aria, who maintained an indifferent expression.Rainbow? Could Aria be the fiancée he'd never met?A frown creased Landon's brow as he recalled his earlier conversation with Aria. He'd assured her the engagement was off.Landon gripped the spoon tightly, his emotions unreadable.Warren approached Aria. "You've grown up so well," he said, his voice hoarse. "I couldn't sleep after you were kidnapped. Nightmares of you being hungry haunted me. Thankfully, you're still…"Warren couldn't bear to say the word "alive."He had been the most worri
No young woman would want to become their family's breadwinner at such a young age. Life had dealt Aria a cruel hand. She should have been doted on like a princess, not treating patients and being targeted by smugglers, only to be taken back to the mountains. Warren's hand trembled violently, his body swaying precariously. Thankfully, Aria was quick to react, catching him before he could fall. However, her brow furrowed with concern as she checked his pulse. "Did someone change the prescription I gave you?""No!" Warren rasped, a fit of coughing wracking his frail frame.Frank and Keith looked on with worried looks.Aria immediately fed him a piece of medicinal candy. "Did you get caught in the rain on your way here?"Warren, finally regaining his breath, managed a shaky nod. After examining his acupuncture points, Aria noted, "There's an abnormality in your lung sounds." Then she let out a light chuckle devoid of sarcasm. "You need to take it easy, avoid getting soaked. You
Aria's brows furrowed at Landon's words. "I already told you not to believe—"Before she could finish, Landon silenced her again, his hand muffling her speech. He pulled her close, a low chuckle rumbling in her ear. "Let's talk about this privately."Aria's eyes narrowed, and her beauty mark stood out even more. Landon leaned in, his thin lips brushing chastely against her hair. "You can bite me as hard as you want later, back at the clinic. I'll help you deal with your grandmother. She must be worried sick. Even if you did escape the village; she'll still be furious that you took such a risk. I'll help smooth things over."His voice was a low murmur, coaxing and seductive.Aria was instantly mesmerized. After a brief internal debate, she nodded, oblivious to the closeness of their bodies. Meanwhile, Warren glared daggers at Landon, who in turn offered a cheeky grin. "Surely your grandfather wouldn't try to separate us, would he?"Warren bristled at Landon's attempt to paint h
One day, Aria woke up from disorientation and had since developed intermittent explosive disorder (IED). For a long time, she had been lost in a labyrinth of fragmented memories, her past a puzzle she desperately needed to solve. The only anchor in this sea of forgetfulness was the image of an old man. Aria believed the pendant she wore as a child held the key to unraveling the mystery. As Olivia had gone delirious, Aria couldn't get any useful information out of her, and Grant didn't seem to know much about Olivia despite their years of marriage. He had no clue who paid her to mislead the Carvers. A quick investigation into Olivia's finances revealed a spotless bank statement. The perpetrator, meticulous enough to use cash, was likely someone of considerable influence.With these thoughts swirling in her head, Aria drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, the Barter family was having a hard time with Landon around. This was especially the case with Dick, whose mental state had deteri
Mindy had been the beneficiary of the Carver family's generosity since a young age. Consequently, she excelled in art, boasted a prestigious overseas degree, and possessed a keen understanding of finance, economics, and social etiquette. Her beauty was only surpassed by her sharp intellect, a formidable combination.Aria, in stark contrast, was painted as an uncultured local graduate. Clueless, she struggled to navigate the social minefield of high society. Mindy, ever the gracious soul, took Aria under her wing. The former tried to bridge the gap, introducing Aria as the Carvers' long-lost daughter, dispelling any awkwardness.Despite Mindy's efforts, Aria felt like a clumsy duckling amidst a flock of swans. Every gala felt like an ordeal, with Mindy effortlessly conversing while Aria struggled to decipher the rapid-fire exchanges.The stark differences became increasingly apparent, casting doubt on Aria's rightful place as an heiress. Whispers of "country bumpkin" swirled arou
"Didn't the doctor say it would be best if Mom finished three years of her treatment?" Mindy asked.Owen chuckled. "Your mother misses you so much that she can't sleep well. That's why she wants to come back and see you. Plus, your birthday is coming up soon. As your parents, how could we miss out on it?"Owen harbored a sliver of hope that seeing Mindy would improve Fiona's condition. Fate, it seemed, worked in mysterious ways—Mindy shared the same birthday as their lost daughter. Gazing at Mindy's face, a near replica of Fiona's, Owen's voice softened. "Mindy, I heard about what happened in Janovin. I'll find a time to talk to your grandfather. It's not right for him to favor an outsider and make you sad.""Dad, it's not Grandpa's fault. The entire incident happened because of Dorothy. She's been with me for so long, and it probably bothered her to see me bullied. That's why she was rude to Grandpa's doctor. I deserved Grandpa's scolding."Dad, please don't upset Grandpa over s
"When will my grandfather treat me like this?" Malcolm felt jealous looking at the order form.Aria scanned the form and replied flatly, "You're charging him too much.""Boss, think about it. How can we convince the rich that we offer high-quality clothing if we don't charge them like this?" He couldn't understand Aria's sudden shift in perspective. During their initial market analysis, she'd been fiercely business-oriented.Aria tied back her long hair. "The Carvers aren't your typical rich people.""How about we give them a 10% discount?" Malcolm suggested.Aria splashed water on her face, droplets cascading down her flawless skin. "Make it 90% off. Tell them the clothes are on the house if they purchase jewelry from us.""Huh?" Malcolm wondered if Aria had been possessed. However, he didn't dare question her. Even with a 90% discount, they would still make a few million dollars from the Carvers.After finalizing the quotation, Malcolm couldn't help but voice his curiosity. "I
Malcolm, ever the information ferret, was always eager for gossip. "That's not the whole story! The Carver family is indeed wealthy. However, it's a blessing that you're their long-lost daughter. Anyone else would have a tough time fitting in. It's like walking into a lion's den."Aria, unfazed, countered with indifference, "It's just a label, Malcolm. Doesn't change anything. Did you find anything on Mr. Weller?"Malcolm's fingers flew over the keyboard. "Mr. Thomas Weller of Southbury hails from three generations of antique dealers. Officially, that's his public persona. His grandfather was a grave robber. They shifted to dealing with antiques when Thomas was born."By handling artifacts others avoided, they expanded their business internationally. Most of their current exhibitions are held in Janovin."Aria remained neutral. "What do you mean by handling artifacts others avoided?""Artifacts most likely dug up from somewhere they shouldn't have been. Boss, do you think there ar