In the living room on the first floor.Martin, clad in a sharp suit, his white shirt contrasting with the black, stood under the dazzling light of the crystal chandelier. His features were striking, his jawline sharp enough to instill a sense of awe.Madam Thomas approached with a harmless smile, extending her hand in greeting. "Martin, what brings you here today? Perhaps a new business venture?"Martin glanced at her outstretched hand with disdain, not wanting to waste time with pleasantries. "You know exactly why I'm here, Madam Thomas. Patricia, my wife, I would like you to hand her over to me."Madam Thomas didn't seem perturbed. She withdrew her hand, her smile sly and foxy."Martin, what are you talking about? Patricia isn't here with me. You must be mistaken."Martin chuckled lowly, his voice as cold as ice. "Madam Thomas, we've known each other for years. Let's not pretend. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't certain."Unfazed, Madam Thomas retorted, still playing coy. "Professor W
As he entered, he scanned the room looking for Patricia, once he saw her, he hurried towards her, asking in a low voice, “Are you ok?” Shaking her head, Patricia said it was nothing to worry about.“These are just injuries from when they knocked me out. After being brought here, she didn’t really do anything to me…” she reassured Martin. Compared to her, Debbie had clearly suffered worse. Martin didn’t say more, he simply asked for a first-aid kit from his bodyguard and carefully treated her wounds. The medicine felt cool on her skin and brought immediate relief. Patricia looked up at the man whose face was etched with worry and couldn’t help but ask, “What are you planning to do to her?”Martin replied nonchalantly, “You don't have to worry about this issue. Just rest!”Patricia persisted, “The Langley family has always had a good relationship with the Thomas family, I don't want you to become enemies with the Thomas family because of me.”His eyes darkened slightly, “Don't worry
The video showed little Bobby lying on the operating table, pale and alone. The chief surgeon, Debbie, was accompanied by an assisting physician and two nurses. Prepared to begin, Debbie hesitated, eliciting a frantic urging from the assistant, “Professor Brown, you must proceed quickly or it will be too late.”Debbie, annoyed, looked at Bobby, who was connected to oxygen, “Where to start? This is a postoperative complication, and the survival rate is just one in ten thousand. Even an attempt to save him is a waste of time.”Refusing to accept this, the assistant said, “Even if the chance is one in a hundred thousand, we cannot give up. That's our duty as doctors.”Debbie sneered, “Duty, my foot. You save him, that's duty. If not, he's a hot potato.”The assistant was stunned, feeling helpless to act, and Debbie rambled on, “How did Patricia do it last time? How did she save him? I should have watched her operate. If only I knew what to do now.”The nurses exchanged shocked glances.
Despair engulfed Debbie: it was limitless and suffocating. She clung desperately to Mrs. Thomas’s legs, pleading for mercy, but to no avail – Mrs. Thomas had lost all semblance of sanity and was deaf to her cries. With a casual wave of her hand, Debbie was dragged away. Her piercing pleas and sobbing echo through the basement long after her figure disappeared.Once Debbie was gone, Mrs. Thomas, leaning on her cane, hobbled out of the basement to a room at the end of the corridor on the second floor. Darkness enveloped the room, save for the flickering red lights of candles illuminating an altar. Above it rested Bobby's portrait, a photograph of a handsome young boy with a bright smile, his eyes twinkling like stars against the night sky. Mrs. Thomas took down the portrait, her wrinkled hands tenderly caressing Bobby's handsome face as tears dotted the image. "Bobby, forgive me. It's my fault. Grandmother was foolish to trust Debbie. Are you angry with me? Is that why you won't com
Since returning to the Ellenstein Villa District, Patricia had kept a vigilant eye on online developments. She saw the video as soon as it was released.Moreover, the moment of Debbie being discarded at the mall entrance was also captured and uploaded online, though her identity was concealed with mosaic.The hospital quickly issued a statement about her situation, declaring that she had been stripped of all her duties and that her future actions would have no connection to the institution.Not long ago, Debbie, the rising star of the medical world, had shone brightly for only a few days before plummeting like a meteor, shattering completely.The stock price of the Watson family's corporation also suffered due to her scandal, plummeting wildly.Watching the video online again, despite having witnessed the incident once, Patricia still felt a sense of shock and fear.Had Martin not arrived in time, would she have faced the same fate as Debbie now?Although Debbie had brought this upon
After Patricia went downstairs, Martin took a bath, changed into comfortable home clothes, and went down to stand in the kitchen doorway. Leaning against the frame, he watched Patricia bustling about with a warmth in his heart that was hard to put into words. He found himself wishing things could always be this way. Why hadn't he cherished her five years ago? For the sake of his damned pride and promises, he divorced her, leading to the situation he faced now. A man not prone to regret, Martin felt it now for the first time regarding his decision to divorce Patricia.As Patricia finished stir-frying a few dishes and was about to carry them out, she turned to find Martin leaning in the doorway, startling her: "How long have you been standing there? You didn’t make a sound; you almost scared me to death."Martin offered a thin smile and took the dishes from her hands to place them on the dining table outside. Patricia handed him the other plates. Gratefully accepting them, Martin che
With her back to the door, Patricia was oblivious to Martin listening eagerly. She talked on the phone while heading upstairs. Something said on the other end of the call left her beaming, "It's not that I haven't contacted you; it's just that too many events have recently prevented me from doing so," she said.Already fuming, Martin overheard Patricia's next words, "Dinner? Sure, when?"Martin longed to hear more, but the sounds ceased. Turning around, Patricia had vanished. He hesitated, then decided to follow her upstairs and press his ear to the door, trying to eavesdrop. Unfortunately, despite how close he got, he heard nothing.Regretting his earlier decision, Martin thought he shouldn’t have soundproofed the doors so well—now his own defenses were working against him. After several unsuccessful tries, Martin gave up, suppressing the urge to kick the door and left with jealousy burning within.Completely unaware of Martin's eavesdropping, Patricia ended the call with Hunter h
Patricia was driving, mulling over her impending conversation with Samuel, when her phone rang again. She answered using the car's Bluetooth system, "Hello…"Samuel's deep voice filled the compact car's cabin, "Martin is following you. Lose him. I don't want him involved."Checking the rearview mirror at his warning, Patricia indeed spotted Martin's car. His Maybach was two vehicles behind, maintaining a cautious distance that would hardly be noticeable unless one was looking intently.Patricia sneered, "He's Charles' father; of course, he's involved. Why should I stop him from knowing?"Samuel's voice suddenly dropped, "If you let him know, I won't guarantee my next step. You'll regret it."The naked threat clenched Patricia's hold on the steering wheel, channeling her rage. Predicting her acquiescence, Samuel ended the call. Patricia glared in the rearview mirror, recalling the authority and influence Samuel wielded despite no longer managing the Langley Group. Earning his ire was