Eventually, Blake regained consciousness. She had suffered severe internal bleeding, and her condition had been critical. If her injuries had been slightly more severe, she might not have survived. Liam had stayed by her side at the hospital, aiding her recovery. He had not disclosed the full extent of her injuries to her, wanting to shield her from further trauma.The sun shone brightly as Liam wheeled Blake outside to enjoy it. Since waking up, she had not spoken a word, her usually lively and cheerful demeanor replaced by silence, a change that weighed heavily on Liam.Kneeling in front of Blake, who looked pale and haggard, Liam gently rearranged her windblown hair. "Blake, you can talk to me about anything. It would be better if you said something. I'm really worried about you not eating or talking."Blake hadn't eaten the nutritious soup Liam prepared for her, prompting him to resort to feeding her nutrient solutions. Her noticeable weight loss was a source of distress for Lia
After Blake had gone missing as a child, Cecilia focused all her efforts on earning more money to bolster her family's financial background. This had allowed her to hire more people to search for Blake's whereabouts. Over the years, despite no news of her sister, Cecilia never stopped searching, hoping to at least find out whether her sister was alive or dead.In the hospital ward, Blake lay on the bed, muttering weakly, "Close the door, I don't want to see them.""Alright. I'll send them away. You rest here, and we'll eat something later," Liam responded.Blake was in a VIP hospital ward. Outside in the main hall, the bodyguard arranged everything neatly on the dining table.Cecilia waited just outside the door.Liam approached Cecilia and confronted her, "I never thought you of all people would be the one who hurt her like this! How could you do this to her? She may be a bit stubborn, but Blake has never even spoken badly of you!"Cecilia signaled for the bodyguards to leave, t
"Removing him? What does human life mean to you, Ms. Samford? We live in a society governed by law. Do you understand the implications of your words?" Liam challenged.Cecilia remained composed. "Do you think your father is innocent? Ask him what it means to clash with the powerful in this society. He might have more insight than me. Liam, there are countless hands manipulating things above us."Cecilia offered one final piece of advice, "Kevin and Zach are cut from the same cloth. List their crimes, and they'd be imprisoned indefinitely. You'll learn more once you assume your father's position."After a final glance at the closed door, Cecilia declared, "That's all I have to say. Take good care of Blake. I'll visit her tomorrow."At that moment, Blake weakly emerged from the ward, leaning against the wall."Blake..." Liam rushed to her aid, but she avoided him.Blake, with a questioning gaze, turned to Cecilia. "So, your plan all along was to bring down Mr. Jardin and Kevin, the
From that moment, Cecilia vowed to tirelessly accumulate wealth to ensure a better life for Blake. Now with substantial financial resources, Cecilia believed Blake no longer needed to depend on the Dion family. She could provide Blake with a superior life, offering her whatever she desired. Everything she owned would be at Blake's disposal.With the unconscious Blake in tow, Cecilia made her way to her car. Blake lay in the minivan, covered with a blanket, while Cecilia tenderly held her hand, her eyes filled with regret as she observed the wounds on her arm."Drive slowly," Cecilia instructed the driver."Yes, Ms. Samford," the driver responded.Cecilia's residence, valued at eight billion dollars, was the most luxurious villa in the capital. It boasted the highest-class butler service, ten housemaids, and lavish amenities including a garden with bellflowers, towering trees, a swing garden, a pavilion, and a fountain. However, Cecilia rarely spent time there.She had prepared a r
Liam ended the call and turned to gaze out the window into the pitch-black night, dense with darkness. He had simply acted on his conscience. He thought to himself, 'Blake, I just hope you're okay.'The next morning, Blake awoke in an unfamiliar, dreamlike room. The fairy-like curtains and dolls around her bed seemed to fulfill every girl's childhood fantasies. Confused, she realized this was not the Harper residence.Sitting up, Blake tried to grasp her bearings. She wondered, 'Where am I?'A few minutes later, Cecilia entered the room with a bowl of soup. "You're awake? You haven't eaten in days. Have some butternut squash soup first. Liam said he would come to see you soon."Cecilia sat beside the bed, but Blake swatted the bowl away, spilling soup on the imported Italian carpet. Despite that, Cecilia gently brushed Blake's hair aside. "It's okay if you don't like it. The maid has prepared more.""Who said you could bring me here?" Blake demanded coldly.Cecilia replied as she
After Cecilia departed, Blake, overwhelmed, grabbed her hair and squatted on the floor, murmuring in disbelief, "Impossible. It's not true. It's all a lie."About fifteen minutes later, a maid knocked on the door. "Ms. Dion, Mr. Xander is here to see you."Blake, with swollen eyes, looked up as the maid opened the door. Liam entered, immediately rushing to the distraught Blake on the floor and shut the door, disregarding the maids outside."Blake, are you alright?" Liam embraced her, trying to comfort her.Overcome with emotion, Blake clung to Liam's arm, tears streaming down her face. "Liam, tell me this is a lie, right? I'm not Cecilia's biological sister, not her sister at all. This is just a dream, isn't it?"Liam, struggling to contain his emotions, assured her, "Blake, nobody can force you to accept something you don't want. You're still the same Blake. Your parents are still your parents. I've contacted them; they wouldn't abandon you."Blake sobbed uncontrollably, "Are yo
"Blake."At the sound of this long-missed voice, a torrent of tears broke from Blake. She rushed forward, her arms enveloping the woman before her in a desperate embrace. "Mom!" she cried.Hannah Sutton, her own eyes shimmering with unshed tears, held her daughter close. Years had passed since they last saw each other. "Why the tears, Blake? I'm here now, aren't I? Let me look at you," she whispered, a tremble in her voice.Blake, her face a canvas of distress, looked up."You've grown even more beautiful," Hannah observed softly, her fingers tenderly brushing Blake's hair.Yael Dion, his presence a mix of authority and warmth, joined them. "Calling only for your mother, Blake? Have you forgotten your dad?"Between sobs and laughter, Blake retorted, "Dad! How can you say that? You never responded to my messages."Yael, a leading academician in a research institute, was vital to many experiments. Even so, he had not forgotten about his daughter. He pulled out a bracelet made from
Hannah held Blake's hand. "There's actually something I want to tell you."Blake smiled as if she was covering up something. "Mom, I'm so tired! I want to sleep. If there's something, can you tell me after I wake up?"Hannah responded, "Blake, Yael and I came back because of this matter. Not long ago, someone hacked into the filing system. We don't know who it is, but Yael's and my information was stolen. It seems like someone's coming for you. I think you should know about this."Blake covered her ears emotionally. Her eyes turned red as she said, "I don't want to listen. I don't want to hear anything."Hannah saw her reaction and mustered the courage to say, "Blake, if it weren't absolutely necessary, we would've wanted to keep this matter from you forever. But the situation is different now. What I wanted to tell you is that regardless of whether you're my biological child or not, once I decided to adopt you, I'd already decided to treat you as my own daughter."For us, the ado