Yvonne walked away as soon as she finished speaking, leaving behind a bewildered Katie. Yvonne's parting advice echoed in Katie's head. "It's time for you to think of a way out."Katie suddenly snapped out of it and quickly walked toward the front door.On the way home, Katie finally had a chance to fully process the fact that Philip had woken up.She went straight to the study as soon as she reached home. Inside, Noah was reading a financial newspaper. When he heard the door being pushed open, he looked up to find Katie hurrying into the room.He frowned. "Weren't you supposed to go see Yvonne today? Why are you back so soon?" "I've talked to her. Do you know what she told me?"Katie's face turned pale. She grabbed Noah's hand and said, "She told me that your grandfather has woken up!""What?" Noah was shocked. "Wasn't he in a vegetative state? How can he wake up?""Mr. Anderson Senior received treatment at Hope Health Services, and I’m sure you know how good Hope is at
As Mark hung up the phone, he heard the door unlock. Soon, the lights in the villa turned on.Chuck stood in the foyer. He immediately spotted Mark sitting in the living room, flanked by a row of people dressed in black.Chuck hesitated briefly, then put on a smile and approached them. "Why didn't you let me know that you were coming to Northena? I should have gone to pick you up."Mark wore a stern expression as he tossed a bag of medicine onto the coffee table. "These were utterly useless, yet you had the nerve to give them to me, Mr. Jensen?"Chuck glanced at the scattered bottles and jars with a slight frown. "Were they ineffective? These are the best calming medications from Well Spring Pharma."Mark sneered. "If this is the best it has, then Well Spring Pharma is truly overrated."Hearing this, Chuck subtly furrowed his brow and picked up the medicine bottles.During their meeting on the cruise, Mark had mentioned that he had been sleeping poorly. He could hardly s
Mark remained silent for a while, simply staring Chuck down. Suddenly, he chuckled and placed his hand casually on Chuck's shoulder. "I was just asking out of curiosity. Since I entrusted Gwen to you, it's up to you how you want to deal with her." He leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Mr. Jensen, you can do whatever you want. But be careful not to let your hands get stained with blood."Chuck froze, looking at Mark in disbelief.Mark patted Chuck's shoulder nonchalantly once more and then signaled to the people in black before leaving the villa.After they left, the villa felt much emptier.A sudden gust of wind blew, making Chuck shiver. Goosebumps rose on his skin. It was then that he realized his back was covered in a cold sweat.Although it was already summer in Northerna City, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was trapped in an ice cellar.He slowly came back to his senses. He realized that Mark knew everything, but he had no intention of interfering.After all, to
"Gwen!" Yvonne yelled, waking up from a nightmare. She immediately turned on the light by the nightstand. The light made her feel like she had returned to reality.That nightmare was terrifying!Gwen had been lying on the ground, covered in blood, slowly crawling toward Yvonne. She tried to help Gwen up, only to see a bloody and unrecognizable face!Even though Yvonne knew it was just a dream, she was still extremely scared.Suddenly, her phone rang, making Yvonne jump up.When she saw the number on the screen, her heart sank. It was 2:00 am, and her men in the Southwest Region were calling her. It was hard not to be pessimistic.She had a bad feeling as she looked at her phone. She finally picked up the call on the third ring.Soon, an anxious voice rang out, "Ms. Yvonne, w-we've found Gwen's whereabouts, but you'll have to make your way here. The situation isn't quite clear yet!" …The next morning, Stephen came to pick Elvin up from Miller Villa as usual. But he didn't s
Completely ignoring Mark, Stephen tugged Elvin and Britney toward the kindergarten and handed them over to the teacher. Mark didn't stop him. With one hand in his pocket, he merely stood there as he stared at Stephen's retreating figure.The teacher observed Mark's unfamiliar face. His intimidating looks were a strong contrast to the peaceful atmosphere in the kindergarten. The teacher couldn't help but ask in concern, "Who's that, Mr. Anderson?""Tell the security to keep an eye on him. Inform me the moment he appears," Stephen instructed. His words all but implied that Mark was a dangerous man. The teacher nodded. "You can rest assured. The children are safe with us."Stephen hummed his assent as he turned around to face Mark. "Follow me."Mark sneered as he watched Stephen walk away. This was still the first time someone else had uttered his line back to him. It was rather refreshing. Mark followed Stephen to the side of the car. He was about to speak when Stephen s
At the police station, Julian pushed the door open hastily. He spotted Stephen at one glance.There were bruises all over Stephen's face, and his suit was discarded at the side of the seat. His shirt was wrinkled, and his sleeves were rolled up to his forearm. His shirt was even missing a few buttons.Still, despite his disheveled appearance, he remained the most eye-catching figure in the room. Never in Julian's wildest dreams would he have imagined that he would need to bail his boss out of the police station over a street fight. This was the cool-headed Stephen they were talking about! Who would have thought he would start a brawl right in front of a kindergarten?Julian had been in disbelief the whole time. But now that he had seen Stephen in person, he was forced to accept reality, as impossible as it seemed.Rushing over to Stephen, he asked, "Mr. Anderson, who did you get into a fight with? How did you end up like this?"Who would dare to beat Stephen up like this?S
The weather was terrible today. Dark clouds cast a heavy atmosphere over the area.A caution tape had been set up by the riverside. The police and firefighters were working together to conduct the search.At the moment, there were several rescue boats on the river and dozens of divers underwater. From time to time, one of the divers would surface, signaling to the people on the boats that they had found nothing.The bright life jackets stood out against the gloomy waters. It wasn't until Yvonne witnessed the scene firsthand that she realized the turbulent river may have truly claimed Gwen's life. A strong gust of wind swept over, nearly knocking Yvonne off balance.The driver held Yvonne steady. "Be careful, Ms. Y."Yvonne composed herself before proceeding slowly toward the riverside. Soon, a man approached her. "Ms. Y, we initiated our search immediately after confirming the luggage was Ms. Hawk's yesterday. It has been 14 hours since then," the man began, lowering his h
Late at night, Yvonne woke up in a daze at the hospital. She tried to raise her hand when someone held it down."Don't move. You're still on an IV," came Stephen's low voice. Yvonne turned her head to meet a pair of eyes filled with concern. She was momentarily taken aback."Am I dreaming?" she murmured softly. "No, you're not." Stephen held Yvonne's hand as he explained slowly, "I couldn't reach you on the phone yesterday, so I came here without waiting for your call." By the time Stephen had arrived, Yvonne had already been taken to the hospital. Even though she was running a high fever and barely conscious, she was still mumbling about saving Gwen. Stephen had asked the men guarding Yvonne about it. It was only then that he learned she had stood by the riverside all afternoon, getting soaked in the rain.Yvonne had always been like this. She would lose all reason whenever the issue concerned anyone close to her. Stephen shouldn't have placed too much trust in Yvonne.