After Clark left, Nyla finally breathed a sigh of relief.The incident was over, but she knew she had to be more cautious in the future.She got up, straightened her wrinkled clothes, grabbed a random piece of clothing from the closet, and went downstairs.Clark and Cyrus sat facing each other in the living room, both looking displeased.Seeing Nyla come down, Cyrus said coldly, "It's late. You two should head back."Clark nodded and stood up. "Alright."He looked at Nyla with an emotionless gaze. "Let's go."On the way back, Clark remained silent, clearly still angry about what had happened.As they reached the villa and Nyla was about to get out of the car, Clark spoke coldly. "Don't you have anything to say?"Nyla turned to him. "What do you want me to say? That I really cheated, or something else?""Nyla!" Clark's gaze was icy, making Nyla feel as though he might strangle her at any moment."People say you need to catch someone in the act. You didn't even see your uncle'
"He bankrupted the Magills. If they come for revenge, what does that have to do with me?" Clark dismissed Michael's concerns, ignoring his warning.Seeing that Clark wasn't listening, Michael frowned and replied, "Alright, I understand."After Michael left, a murderous look appeared in Clark's eyes. Since Damon had tried multiple times to humiliate him, it was time to teach him a lesson.…For the next few days, Dylan went to the lab daily, bringing gifts for Nyla, but she rejected them each time.While helping Nyla set up an experiment, Melody commented, "I don't get it. Why does Dylan keep coming even though you reject him every day? Does he have a masochistic streak?"Nyla shook her head and replied, "I don't know. Don't worry about him. You set that rack up backward."Melody quickly fixed the rack and didn't bring it up again.After a week of visiting the lab, Dylan finally figured out Nyla's schedule. Now, he just needed to find a time when Melody wasn't around to take Nyl
Nyla, who should have been unconscious, had seized a nearby flask and smashed it over Dylan's head.The sharp shards of glass sliced into his forehead, and blood began to flow immediately.Seizing the moment of his shock, Nyla shoved him away and stumbled toward the door.However, she had expended all her strength in that single blow and felt weak and unsteady. Before she could reach the door, Dylan yanked her back by her hair."Bitch, how dare you hit me!" Dylan snarled.He slapped her across the face repeatedly. His forehead, still bleeding, made him appear grotesque and terrifying.Nyla wanted to fight back, but her weakness prevented her. She could only glare at him with disdain.Her defiant stare further enraged Dylan. He slapped her again and again until she was nearly unconscious."Let's see how long you can keep that attitude!" he growled.He threw her to the floor and ripped off her skirt. As he gazed at her pale, slender legs, his eyes turned red with lust, and his h
"Let go!" Damon said.Looking into Damon's angry eyes, Nyla finally felt a sense of relief after surviving the ordeal, and her eyes reddened. She slowly opened her hand, revealing the bloody mess of her palm and the piece of glass embedded in it.Damon's expression darkened as he picked her up and headed out.Nyla grabbed his shirt collar, her voice weak. "Mr. Sumner, just have someone bring me some clothes."If Damon carried her out of the company, rumors would undoubtedly spread like wildfire by the next day.Damon looked down at her, his gaze cold. Upon seeing her pale, delicate face looking so pitiful, his expression darkened further. "Your hand is injured. It needs immediate attention."Nyla shook her head stubbornly. "There's a first-aid kit in the lab. I can take care of it myself and go to the hospital later."Damon could tell that she didn't want to be associated with him, so his expression grew even darker. "Should I call Clark for you?"Nyla tightened her grip on his
"Let's go," Clark said, retracting his gaze.As they turned away, Jordyn let out a barely noticeable sigh of relief.While Jordyn was getting her check-up, Clark repeatedly tried to call Nyla, but she didn't answer. Growing impatient, he eventually gave up.After paying her bills and receiving her injection, Nyla got a call from the police station asking her to come in and give a statement.…Meanwhile, Erin had learned about Dylan's failed plan.Her subordinate looked worried, his voice tense. "Ms. Hulle, do you think Dylan will betray us?"Erin sneered. "Don't worry. He wouldn't dare. Unless he wants his family destroyed."Dylan was proving to be useless. Despite having everything planned for him, he had still failed miserably. She needed to find another way to deal with Nyla.…By the time Nyla finished giving her statement at the police station, it was evening.She drove straight home. Just as she got out of the car, Clark's car pulled up at the gate.Nyla hesitated bef
Clark smirked, his voice void of emotion. "How pitiful. He must hate the person who ruined his family and left him destitute."Michael shuddered at the coldness in Clark's voice. "Mr. Sumner, should we get him out?" Michael asked."Of course. I want to see him within three days," Clark replied.Michael hesitated. He wanted to dissuade him but remained silent, knowing it would be pointless.He hung up with a sigh, contemplating the possibility of finding a new job. Clark's current demands could be disastrous if they were discovered.…Nyla remained in her room until dinner.After eating silently, she quickly retreated upstairs, eager to avoid lingering.Clark watched her departure with a dark, unsettling expression.As Patricia cleared the table, she said, "Mr. Sumner, silent treatments are harmful. Women need to be comforted."Clark frowned, irritation flashing in his eyes. "I know."It wasn't that he didn't want to comfort Nyla, but she wouldn't give him a chance. Moreove
Nyla pressed her lips together and looked down. "Yes."Out of the corner of his eye, Clark glanced at her phone on the table and said calmly, "I believe you. I brought some ointment. Let me help you apply it."Once Jordyn had the baby, he planned to send her away immediately, ensuring she never came between him and Nyla again.He stepped forward, but Nyla suddenly stepped back, saying, "No need. I'll do it myself."Seeing the distance in her eyes, Clark suppressed his disappointment and forced a smile. He handed her the ointment and reminded her, "Apply it now and again before bed. The swelling should go down by morning."She took the ointment from him. "Thank you.""I'm your husband. It's my duty to take care of you," Clark said."I'm going to rest now," Nyla told him."Alright, I'll get back to work," Clark replied.As he turned away, he heard the door close behind him, and a bitter smile tugged at his lips.Back at her vanity, Nyla threw the ointment into the trash.The d
Damon: [Drinks tonight.]Caleb Goddard: [?]Nathaniel Preston: [You've been avoiding us like the plague lately. What's with the sudden enthusiasm? Got your heart broken?]Damon: [Shut up.]Nathaniel: [Alright, alright, I hit a sore spot. I'll stop. There's a new bar on North Saint Street. I'll book a private room.]Damon: [...]…Nyla had just returned to the lab when Melody approached her, asking, "Nyla, why are you so late today? Hey... what happened to your hand? Did you cut yourself during an experiment?"Nyla didn't want too many people to know about yesterday's incident, so she nodded along. "Yeah.""Then let me handle the operations for now. You can supervise," Melody offered."It's fine. It doesn't affect my work," Nyla declined.They chatted briefly before starting the morning's experiment.The morning flew by.Nyla took off her protective goggles and gloves, ready for lunch.Melody, staring at her phone, said, "Nyla, a friend just told me several companies have
If Wilhelm stopped wanting to see Jane, the bond between them would naturally fade over time."No! I don't want food!" Wilhelm cried, hurling Gabriel's phone onto the car seat.He began pounding on the car door, trying to open it. "I want to see Mommy! I want to live with her, not you!"Gabriel, his patience wearing thin, locked the doors with a sharp click and turned to Wilhelm, his expression darkening."Your mother doesn't want you. Even if you find her, she won't take you. I'm the only one you have now," he said."I hate you! I don't want to be with you! I don't want you as my dad!" Wilhelm screamed.Gabriel's restraint, already fraying after days of tantrums, finally snapped. He stared at his son and said coldly, "It doesn't matter whether you want me or not. No one wants you now except me."Jane didn't want Wilhelm. The Wilkies wouldn't want him either."That's not true!" Wilhelm sobbed uncontrollably. "Mommy wants me. Mommy's just mad. If I'm good, she'll take me back! S
Lydia nodded. "Okay, Ms. Kinsey."Shortly after, Lydia returned with Mason by her side.When Mason saw Gabriel and Wilhelm standing at the door, he frowned and turned to Nyla. "Mommy, why is Wilhelm here?"Nyla patted his head gently. "He's here to apologize to you.""Oh." Mason's response was wary, clearly unconvinced.Gabriel observed Nyla's affectionate interaction with Mason, his eyes flickering with a trace of emotion. He turned to Wilhelm. "What did you promise me before we came?"Wilhelm's reluctance was evident. He had agreed to apologize, but only under the threat of losing his chance to see his mother."Mason, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you yesterday. I hope you can forgive me," Wilhelm said, his voice subdued.Mason didn't respond immediately. Instead, he looked up at Nyla, silently seeking her guidance."Buddy, this is your decision to make," Nyla said softly. "I'll respect whatever you decide."Mason lowered his head, thinking for a moment.Finally, he s
Brandon sighed and placed the items on the desk. "Aunt Nyla, this crisis is unlike anything Prospectus Technology has faced before. If things go wrong, the company can go bankrupt."Uncle Damon prepared these after finding out Buddy is his son, but he hadn't found the right time to give them to you."Keep them for now. If Prospectus Technology collapses, he'll need this to start over."After a moment's silence, Nyla nodded. "Alright, I'll hold onto them. Is this the only reason you came?""Yes, I need to get back to work," Brandon replied."I'll see you out," Nyla offered.After sending Brandon off, she returned to the study and placed the documents and bank card in the safe upstairs.The next morning…As Nyla was getting dressed, Lydia knocked on the door."Ms. Kinsey, there's a man outside who says he's your brother," Lydia informed her.Brother?Thinking it was likely Gabriel, Nyla's expression turned cold. "I don't know him. Tell him to leave.""Understood," Lydia said
Damon put the file down and sat across from Nyla.Noticing two portions of breakfast on the table, he asked, "You haven't eaten either?""No," Nyla replied as she opened the packages and handed one to him. "I came to eat with you. Spencer told me he brought you breakfast this morning, but you didn't touch it.""I was too busy," Damon said."Being busy isn't an excuse to skip meals. I saw your assistants running around like crazy, and I heard they barely got any sleep last night. Is the issue with the company that serious?" Nyla asked."It's significant," Damon admitted. "Our chips might be causing malfunctions in our partner's machines. If that's confirmed, the company will face a massive compensation payout."Nyla frowned, worry flashing in her eyes. "I can't help much with work, but the least I can do is keep things in order at home. By the way, are you coming home tonight?""Probably not," he replied. "There's still a lot to handle.""Alright. Finish your breakfast. I'll hea
Gabriel took the document, skimmed its contents, and his face darkened."What is it?" Tom asked.Gabriel tossed the document onto the table with a cold laugh. "Nothing important. Damon's just trying to catch me off guard."The document contained evidence of Nyce Tech hiring paid posters to smear Prospectus Technology, but Gabriel wasn't worried.Soon enough, those allegations would become the truth.Tom glanced at the papers and grinned. "As long as it's not a big problem. Anyway, I should get going.""Fine, but don't forget your part in this," Gabriel said pointedly.There was a cold glint in Tom's eyes, though his smile remained. "Relax. I won't let you handle Prospectus Technology alone."After Tom left, Gabriel drained his wine in one gulp.As he prepared to head to his study, a maid approached with a concerned expression."Mr. Hackett, Mr. Wilhelm still refuses to eat," the maid informed him.Gabriel had brought Wilhelm straight back to the villa instead of letting him
Damon's expression was icy as he spoke. "I've already sent the head of R&D with a team to investigate. Let's wait for their findings before jumping to conclusions."He added, "The Agihop 6th Gen isn't out yet. If the issue does lie in the Agihop 5th Gen, we should prepare for the worst—compensation payouts and the possibility of... bankruptcy.""What?!" A collective gasp echoed through the room, disbelief etched on everyone's faces."All this over a single batch of faulty machines from the Longbow Company? Isn't that a bit extreme?""Exactly. If the problem is with the Agihop 5th Gen chips, wouldn't paying compensation suffice?""Mr. Sumner, aren't you exaggerating?"The notion that Prospectus Technology could face bankruptcy over a single chip seemed absurd.Meeting their skepticism with a calm demeanor, Damon elaborated, "The news about Longbow Company's machines breaking down after using our chips has already spread.They're attributing the issue to Prospectus Technology's p
Damon's expression remained unmoved. "As I said, we'll investigate thoroughly. Asking us to accept responsibility before the investigation is complete seems unreasonable, doesn't it?"Jeffrey let out a cold laugh. "Fine, Mr. Sumner. But I hope you act quickly. Every day of delay costs us millions. The longer this drags on, the more Prospectus Technology will have to pay."With that, Jeffrey turned and stormed out of the room.Damon, his expression as icy as ever, summoned the head of the R&D department to his office."Take two of your team members to the Longbow Company and investigate the root cause of the machine failures. Determine whether it's our chips," Damon instructed."Mr. Sumner, it can't be our chips! We've invested so much in their development, and they've been on the market for over three years without a single issue. The problem must be elsewhere," the department head replied.Damon's tone sharpened. "I want accurate results based on the investigation—not assumption
Upon noticing Nyla's flushed cheeks, Damon's eyes darkened further."Nyla, need some help with your bath?" he asked, his voice low and enticing.Nyla snapped out of her daze, quickly pushing him away. Her wary gaze made him look like some kind of dangerous predator."No need, I'll do it myself," she replied.If she let him help, they might not come out of the bathroom for two hours.Disappointment flickered in Damon's eyes. "You really don't need help?""Mm-hmm. Now go. If you have nothing to do, play with Buddy downstairs. I'm going to shower," Nyla said, grabbing her pajamas.She darted into the bathroom as though something was chasing her, locking the door behind her with a sharp click.Hearing the lock, Damon chuckled softly, shook his head, and left the bedroom.Downstairs, Mason was playing with toys in the living room. He didn't even glance up at the sound of Damon's footsteps, already able to distinguish between Damon and Nyla's steps. Just as Damon reached the sofa,
Damon raised an eyebrow and said flatly, "It's not about my approval. It's about ensuring the safety of the other children."Gabriel kept his gaze low, anger flickering in his eyes. What else could he say?"Understood. I've learned my lesson today, Mr. Sumner," he gritted through his teeth.The crowd began to disperse.Most parents hurriedly took their children and left, keeping a noticeable distance from Wilhelm and Gabriel as they passed, still wary that Wilhelm might lash out unpredictably.Before long, only Damon, Nyla, and Mason remained at the gate with Gabriel and Wilhelm.Gabriel turned to Damon with a cold expression. "If there's nothing else, Mr. Sumner, I'll take Wilhelm and leave now.""Mr. Hackett, shouldn't your son apologize to Buddy?" Damon asked.Gabriel's expression hardened.Taking a deep breath, he looked down at Wilhelm and said sternly, "Wilhelm, apologize to Buddy."Wilhelm lifted his chin defiantly. "I won't! I didn't do anything wrong!""Wilhelm, beh