Nyla asked, "What time did you get here?""8:00 a.m. sharp. At first, I thought you'd wake up in a few minutes, but after half an hour, you were still asleep. So I had no choice but to wake you up myself," Andre replied.Nyla felt a little embarrassed.Andre had just been sitting there, watching her sleep for half an hour?"Sorry about that. If you see me dozing off next time, just wake me up directly," she said.Andre smiled and nodded. "Alright. Now, let's start class. Today, I'll be teaching you about the basic structure of a company."...From 8:00 a.m. to 11:00 a.m., Nyla lost count of how many times she had fallen asleep.She tried to fight off her drowsiness, but Andre's voice was like a lullaby—so soothing it knocked her out instantly. Since the lesson was about business, a topic she had absolutely no interest in, there was no way she could stay awake.When Andre finally announced that the lesson was over for the day, Nyla felt like she was hearing the voice of an ange
Andre nodded. "I understand. I know what I need to do.""Good," Emerald replied."I have other matters to attend to, so I won't take up any more of your time. See you tomorrow," Andre said, excusing himself."Alright, I'll have Filipe see you out," Emerald answered.After Andre left, Emerald returned to her desk and called for a maid. "Tell Nyla to come to the study."Nyla had just returned to her room when a maid informed her that Emerald wanted to see her. Her expression immediately darkened with frustration.When she arrived at Emerald's study, she didn't bother hiding her irritation—every bit of her dissatisfaction was written plainly on her face.Emerald ignored it and said calmly, "I heard from Andre that you kept dozing off during your lesson today."Nyla frowned. "Is that why you called me here?""You just need to answer the question, not ask your own," Emerald shot back.Nyla resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Yes. But there are two reasons for that. One, you had t
Nyla struck Delia across the face again, leaving a bright red handprint on her other cheek.Delia's eyes burned with fury as she struggled, screaming loud enough to attract the attention of the service staff.When the maids saw the two of them grappling in the hallway—especially with Delia clearly at a disadvantage—they looked alarmed.One immediately ran off to inform Emerald.Emerald's face darkened when she heard that Nyla and Delia were fighting in the corridor. She got up from her chair and strode toward the door.From a distance, she could already see the two of them locked in a chaotic struggle.Her eyes flashed with anger as she snapped at the maids nearby, "What are you standing around for? Separate them immediately!"Snapped out of their daze, the maids rushed forward to pull them apart.Delia looked utterly disheveled—her hair a mess, her clothes rumpled, and both cheeks marked with vivid red slaps. She glared at Nyla with unmasked hatred.When Delia saw Emerald, te
Delia shook her head, then quickly nodded under her mother's sharp gaze."Yes... I shouldn't have called Nyla's child a bastard," she muttered.Emerald's expression didn't soften. If anything, she looked like she wanted to slap her again.Delia shifted uncomfortably. "Mom... was I wrong?"Watching her daughter's clueless, hesitant expression, Emerald felt an overwhelming sense of regret. She had spoiled Delia too much—never taught her to be calculating. And now, she had grown this stupid."I'm not mad at you for what you said," Emerald said coldly. "I'm mad because you made a scene and embarrassed yourself in front of the servants."If word of this got out, Mary would have a field day mocking them in front of Edward.Before Mary entered the picture, Edward had grown distant from Emerald, but at least he hadn't actively resented her and the children.Ever since Mary became his mistress, she had constantly instigated, poisoning him against them. Now, Edward couldn't stand the sig
The maid hesitated. "Ms. Nixon, isn't this a bit too much?"After all, Nyla was still Emerald's daughter. The weather was freezing, and she had already been locked in the attic.Even though Emerald didn't care much for her, if something happened to Nyla, the one to take the fall wouldn't be Delia—it would be the maid herself.Delia shot her a cold glance, eyes filled with contempt. "If you don't want to do what I asked, you can leave right now. The estate has no need for useless people."The maid quickly relented. "I'll do it, Ms. Nixon! Please don't fire me.""Then what are you waiting for? Go now!" Delia snapped.The maid turned and rushed out, fetching a bucket of ice-cold water before heading to the attic.…At present, Nyla was sitting in the pitch-dark attic, slumped against the wall.She had woken up early that morning, hadn't slept well, and had even gotten into a fight with Delia. Now, she was completely drained.Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, the attic
As Emerald spoke, she was already heading toward the attic.Andre quickly got up and followed. "Ms. Kinsey, I'll come with you."Emerald paused for a moment before nodding. "Alright."Then, she shot a look at the maid. "Go ahead and tend to her first."Understanding the underlying order, the maid nodded and hurried off.Emerald changed direction and led Andre to Nyla's bedroom. On the way, she subtly slowed her pace, deliberately engaging him in small talk.Andre narrowed his eyes slightly, a thoughtful look flashing across his face.It seemed Emerald didn't care for her long-lost daughter nearly as much as she had claimed at the banquet. Otherwise, she wouldn't be chatting idly with him or walking so leisurely after learning that Nyla had fallen ill.Moreover, from the way she had ordered the maid to "tend to" Nyla first, it was likely an attempt to cover up something she didn't want him to know.By the time they reached Nyla's room, the family doctor had also arrived, carryi
As Filipe reached Nyla's bedroom door, he overheard Emerald reprimanding the maids inside."I only told you to lock her in the attic. Who told you to leave her in this miserable state?!" she barked.None of the maids dared to speak. They kept their heads down, barely even breathing, afraid of drawing Emerald's attention.Filipe knocked on the door before stepping inside. "Madam, Ms. Kinsey just arrived in Meristate. She's probably not used to the climate yet, so her health is still fragile. It's not surprising she caught a cold after being locked in the attic overnight."Emerald took a deep breath, suppressing her irritation, then turned to ask Filipe, "Has Andre left?""Yes, Madam. I walked him out, but we ran into Ms. Nixon on the way. She said her car had broken down and asked him for a ride to the mall. They left together," Filipe reported.Emerald's expression darkened. She might not know much about Andre, but she knew her own daughter all too well.Delia had never shown in
Delia had assumed Andre was nothing more than Nyla's private tutor. She never expected that Emerald had handpicked him for an arranged marriage!"That's right," Emerald confirmed."No way! I don't agree with this!" Delia protested.Emerald remained indifferent. "And what right do you have to disagree? What does this have to do with you?"A heavy silence fell over the room.Emerald stared at Delia coldly, waiting for an answer.Delia clenched her fists, lowering her head.After a long pause, she finally looked up, her eyes resolute. "Mom, I like Andre. I won't let him be with another woman."Now that she had spoken her truth, a weight lifted off her shoulders. For the first time, she looked Emerald straight in the eye, determination blazing in her gaze."If this is about marriage, why does it have to be Nyla? Why can't it be me?" she demanded.Emerald's voice turned ice-cold. "Delia, I must have spoiled you too much. Starting tomorrow, your credit cards will be frozen. You can
"That's more like it," Valarie chirped.Nyla couldn't help but say, "Valarie, stop bullying Brandon all the time."Brandon turned to her and sighed dramatically. "Aunt Nyla, since you mentioned it, I have to say something. You have no idea what I've been through these past six months, I— Ouch!"Before he could finish, Valarie pinched his waist. "What was that? Tell me, Brandon. Have you been unhappy these past six months?""N-No... I've been very happy..." Brandon winced."Have I bullied you then?" Valarie pressed."No..." Brandon murmured.Valarie huffed. "If not, then keep your mouth shut, or Nyla will really think I mistreat you." Brandon gave her a pitiful look, lowering his head like a scolded puppy.Before they married, Valarie had been gentle and beautiful in his eyes. But after marriage, he realized how wrong he had been.Gentle and beautiful? All an illusion.If he stayed out drinking and came home late, he'd have to choose between sleeping on the couch or outside.
Taking Mia to work was exhausting, but every time she smiled at Damon, it made everything worth it."She'll be fine. Didn't you just say she loves us both equally? She'll cry for a bit, but if you stop taking her to the office, she'll get used to being at home," Nyla reasoned.Seeing Nyla's determination, Damon finally relented. "Alright, we'll try it tomorrow. But if she cries too much, you'll have to take her to the office.""Deal!" Nyla said....After getting ready for work the next morning, Damon kissed Mia on the cheek and headed for the door.As soon as he changed his shoes at the entrance, she reached her little arms toward him, asking to be held. She had grown so accustomed to going to the office with him every day that it had become a reflex.Damon glanced at Nyla. "Nyla, maybe today we should—"Nyla interrupted, "Nope. You go to work. And if you're free for lunch, don't bother coming home. If you need to work late, no rush to come back either."Damon chuckled. "You'
"Brandon, from now on, I'm entrusting Valarie to you," Jonathan said. "She's been spoiled by us and can be a little willful at times. I hope you'll be patient with her in your marriage, and I wish you both a lifetime of happiness together."Brandon held Valarie's hand tightly, his expression solemn. "Dad, don't worry. I'll cherish her with all my heart."Jonathan nodded, stepping down from the stage. He discreetly wiped away his tears.After exchanging vows and rings, Valarie and Brandon sealed their love with a kiss, surrounded by cheers and applause.…On the way home from the wedding, Nyla glanced at Damon. "I saw Mr. Weir wipe his tears so many times today. When Bunny gets married, you'll definitely be just like him, sneaking off somewhere to cry."Damon's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, his gaze sharpening. "No one will ever be good enough for my daughter. If she never gets married, we'll take care of her for the rest of our lives."Nyla raised an eyebrow and
"Of course! When's the wedding?" Nyla asked.Valarie shook her head. "We haven't decided yet. He'll come to my house in a few days to discuss it with my parents."Nyla raised an eyebrow. "You're about to get really busy. Planning a wedding alone will take a lot of work.""Yeah, I'm already getting a headache just thinking about it," Valarie replied....For the next few months, Valarie was completely consumed by wedding preparations and work, barely having time to catch her breath.The wedding was set for August 8th, leaving them with less than six months to finalize everything.Valarie even traveled abroad several times to meet with designers and ensure her wedding dress was exactly what she wanted.Beyond the dress, she and Brandon spent hours discussing every detail—from the venue to the wedding favors and bouquet choices....After months of nonstop planning, the big day finally arrived.Valarie was already up, getting her hair and makeup done at 2:00 a.m.By the time N
Valarie looked up and saw the approaching glow.When the figure finally stopped in front of her, she realized it was Brandon.Frowning, she asked, "Where did you go? I waited so long for you. And what are you hiding behind your back?"Brandon flipped his phone face-down on the table, revealing the flowers he had hidden. Then he dropped to one knee."Valarie, I had planned a perfect proposal for you, but when you asked earlier about the meaning of wearing a wedding dress, I knew I couldn't wait any longer."Before I met you, my life revolved solely around work. I never paused for anyone—I never cared whether the sun was rising or setting, or if the moon was full or waning. But everything changed after I met you."I began cherishing the thought of greeting you every morning, sharing meals with you, and standing by your side for life."Valarie, I want every morning to begin with us waking up together, and every night to end with us holding each other as we fall asleep."Finally, B
Of course, every time they visited Valarie's home, Phoebe would subtly—or sometimes not so subtly—hint that they should get married.Brandon had always assumed Valarie wasn't interested in marriage since she never responded to those hints. He hadn't considered proposing.But today, seeing her so excited about picking out baby clothes made him start to imagine a future with her—building a family, raising a child.That thought filled his heart with warmth.After more than three hours of shopping, they finally left the mall, their arms full of bags.Once they loaded everything into the car, Valarie turned to Brandon. "I'm starving. Let's grab something to eat."Brandon nodded. "Sure. What are you in the mood for?""I'm not picky. Is there anything good around here? I don't feel like going too far," she replied.Brandon paused, then said, "There's a place with ethnic cuisine nearby. I went there once for a business meeting—it was pretty authentic. Want to give it a try?""Sounds g
Nyla was silent for a moment before nodding. "Alright. If you ever need Damon to help figure out Brandon's thoughts, just let me know.""I will. Don't worry about us, though. You just gave birth. Your main priority should be resting," Valarie said."Okay," Nyla replied.Valarie lingered in the bedroom for a while, but when she saw Nyla looking tired, she stood up and left.Downstairs, only Brandon was in the living room.Valarie walked over to him and asked, "Where's Damon?""He had something to take care of for work, so he went to the study. How's Aunt Nyla?" Brandon asked."She seems to be doing well, and the baby is adorable. Oh, right, I forgot to ask what the baby's name is. I only know her nickname is Bunny," Valarie said.Just thinking about Mia Sumner's cute little face made Valarie smile. She was already looking forward to the day the baby would call her godmother.A flicker of something crossed Brandon's eyes. "You really like kids, huh?""Of course! I've said befor
Once they were in the car, Nyla suddenly recalled Damon's phone call earlier. "By the way, what did Alexander want?"After a brief pause, Damon glanced at her. "He said Ms. Kinsey left you an inheritance and asked when we'd be able to go to Meristate to take care of it."Nyla pressed her lips together before replying, "Call him later and tell him to donate it or keep it for himself. I don't want it.""Alright," Damon replied.When they arrived home, Damon helped Nyla settle onto the couch, placing a pillow behind her back for support. Then, he said seriously, "Nyla, you've been through enough. Let's not have any more kids after this."During her first pregnancy with Mason, Damon hadn't been around, so he hadn't realized how difficult it was for her.Now, experiencing this pregnancy with her, every checkup and blood draw made his heart ache.Once Nyla gave birth, he planned to get a vasectomy. Two kids were enough for them.Nyla shot him a look. "This wasn't exactly planned, was
More than half an hour later, Nyla finally stirred from her nap.When she opened her eyes, she found Damon sitting by her bed, watching her. She froze for a moment, caught off guard.Rubbing her eyes, she realized he was still there and confirmed she wasn't dreaming.She slowly sat up, her voice still heavy with sleep. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be in your study working?""I missed you, so I came to see you," Damon replied.Nyla narrowed her eyes. "You definitely have something to say if you're here all of a sudden."Damon chuckled, a little helpless. "I guess I can't fool you.""Of course not. I know you too well. Ever since I got pregnant, you've never come to see me like this in the afternoon," Nyla said."Alright. Go freshen up first, and I'll wait for you downstairs," Damon suggested."Okay," Nyla replied.After washing up, she went downstairs and sat beside Damon. "Alright, tell me. What's going on? You're acting all mysterious."Damon hesitated for a moment befo