"Who gave you those documents?" Cyrus questioned.Clark's voice was icy. "Nyla sent these documents to me. Dad, did you really have something to do with the Harris Pharmaceuticals incident six years ago?"Cyrus's voice roared with anger. "How can you believe a woman over me?""It doesn't matter whether I believe you or not," Clark replied. "What matters is that Nyla is using these documents to force me into a divorce. She said if I don't agree, she'll turn them in to the police.""What?!" Cyrus ground his teeth, his voice filled with fury. "She must not be allowed to take those documents to the police!"Clark smiled bitterly. He had hoped, even if just a little, that the documents were fabricated by Nyla to pressure him into a divorce. Cyrus' reaction made it clear that everything in those documents was true."Dad, why did you do this? How am I supposed to face Nyla now?" Clark asked."I did it all for the Sumner Group. If I hadn't brought down Harris Pharmaceuticals, do you thi
When Damon arrived at the hospital an hour later, he found Nyla sitting in a chair outside the emergency room, her clothes stained with blood. She exuded a grim, lifeless aura.He frowned and quickly approached her, crouching down.Upon seeing her pale face, his gaze darkened. "Are you hurt?"Hearing Damon's voice, Nyla seemed to snap back to reality. Her red-rimmed eyes slowly focused. When she realized it was Damon, she suddenly reached out and hugged him, her voice trembling."U-Uncle Damon, Clark had an accident trying to save me… He's lost a lot of blood…" she stuttered.Noticing her unstable emotions, Damon gently patted her back and spoke softly. "It's going to be alright. Don't worry. He'll be fine.""What are you doing here?!" A sharp voice came from around the corner.Nyla instinctively pulled away from Damon and turned to see Cindy approaching them angrily, followed by Cyrus, who also looked grim.Cindy's gaze was like a knife, filled with murderous rage. Her son was
The corridor fell silent. Even the drop of a needle would have been audible.After an indeterminate amount of time, the emergency room door finally swung open.Cindy rushed forward to intercept the doctor. "Doctor, how is my son?""There's no immediate danger to his life, but he may never be able to walk again. Please be prepared for that," the doctor replied."What?" Cindy staggered back, her eyes wide with disbelief and fear. She grabbed the doctor's hand desperately. "Doctor, he's my only son. You have to save him!"If Clark were to become disabled, he'd lose any chance of inheriting the Sumner Group. Richard would never hand over the company to someone unable to walk.The doctor pushed her hand away and shook his head. "I've done all I can. The patient will be moved to a regular ward soon. You can visit him there."Cindy spun around to face Nyla and charged at her. "Nyla, you wretched woman! You've done this to my son. I won't let you get away with it!"Before she could rea
Nyla suggested, "I think he aimed the van at me deliberately. This might not have been an accident."The two officers exchanged a glance before one of them addressed her. "That's a possibility we can't rule out, but we'll need to wait for the investigation results. From what we know now, the most likely cause is drunk driving. Have you had any recent conflicts with anyone?"Nyla thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Not that I can think of.""Understood. We'll investigate that possibility further. If you remember anything else, please let us know," the officer replied."Alright, thank you," Nyla said.After the officers left, Nyla couldn't help but replay the details of the van charging at her.Could this really have been an accident? But... who would drink in the early morning?After waiting outside the ward for a while and confirming that Clark's condition had stabilized, Damon wanted to take Nyla home to rest.However, she refused, "I'm not tired. I want to stay here a
"Dad, Mom, it's getting late. Nyla can stay here with me. You should head home and get some rest. Come back tomorrow morning," Clark said.Cindy had initially wanted to stay and care for Clark, but upon realizing that his condition was caused by Nyla, she agreed to Clark's request. "Alright. I'll come back tomorrow."After they left, Nyla turned to Damon. "Uncle Damon, thank you for today. You should go home and rest. Let me walk you out."Damon frowned, his demeanor growing colder. "You're exhausted too. I'll arrange for a caregiver to come soon. I'll take you home.""No. I'll stay here to take care of him tonight," Nyla insisted.Understanding her stubbornness, Damon nodded after a few seconds of silence. "Alright."He turned and walked toward the door, and Nyla got up to see him off.When she returned, she noticed Clark's expression had changed slightly. Pretending not to notice, she sat down by the bedside.After a long silence, Clark finally spoke. "Nyla, can you stop bein
After watching Nyla enter the apartment complex, Damon left.On his way back to the company, he was deep in thought about how to ensure that Clark and Nyla would divorce smoothly.Since Clark's legs were now disabled from saving Nyla, he might use this as leverage to keep her with him. Damon's gaze grew colder as he considered this possibility.Meanwhile, in Cyrus' study…"Make sure that driver keeps his mouth shut. If this leads back to me, I won't let you off!" he barked.A man in his 30s, with his head lowered, stood before Cyrus' desk and replied, "Mr. Sumner, don't worry. He was dying anyway. He'll definitely keep quiet for the sake of his family."Cyrus nodded, his eyes filled with calculation. "Good. Make sure the money for his family is in cash. Leave no evidence.""Understood!" the man answered.After his subordinate left, Cyrus leaned back in his chair with a cold smirk.…In the evening, Nyla arrived at the hospital with a thermos of soup, only to hear Clark's furi
"Drink the soup first. I'll think about what you said," Nyla replied."Nyla, my dad said that as long as you don't hand the evidence over to the police, you can ask for whatever compensation you want," Clark said.Nyla placed the bowl on the table, her expression unreadable as she looked at Clark. "I said I would consider it. Focus on your recovery. I'll visit you again tomorrow."After Nyla left, Clark called Cyrus, frustration evident in his voice. "She still hasn't agreed."Cyrus sneered. "I told you the self-pity trick wouldn't work, but you wouldn't listen. Are you finally giving up?"Earlier, Cyrus had planned to kill Nyla outright, but Clark suggested staging a self-pity act, pretending that he had been disabled while saving her. This was supposed to soften her heart and persuade her to destroy the evidence. But it had all been for nothing."I didn't expect her to be so heartless. Even with my legs ruined, she won't relent. She wants a divorce and won't destroy the evidenc
However, Cyrus was Damon's older brother. If Damon knew about this, he probably wouldn't help her.After thinking for a while without coming up with any clear answers, Nyla decided not to dwell on it any further and planned to find an opportunity to ask Damon directly.…The next morning, Nyla went to the hospital to visit Clark.When she opened the door to the ward, she saw Jordyn sitting by Clark's bedside, feeding him chicken soup.She paused and said indifferently, "Looks like I'm interrupting."There was a hint of provocation in Jordyn's eyes, but she quickly set the bowl down, stood up, and said awkwardly, "No, no. Since you're here, I'll leave now. I'll come back to see Clark after you're gone…"Before Nyla could respond, Clark spoke up. "Jordyn, please step outside. I need to talk to her."Jordyn nodded. "Alright. I'll be right outside. Call me if you need anything."As she passed by Nyla, she whispered, "Nyla, you won't win against me."Nyla smiled. "Don't worry. I'v
Under Tim's leadership, the Westcott Group maintained its position as one of the top four families in Capitarnia, leaving the other three far behind.After reading the file, Gabriel closed it and asked coldly, "I asked you to arrange a meeting with Mr. Westcott. What's their response?"The secretary hesitated. "Mr. Hackett, Mr. Westcott's secretary hasn't responded. It seems they aren't interested in meeting with you."Gabriel wasn't fazed. The document made it clear that Tim was proud and highly selective in his dealings. Such a person wasn't easily approached.For Damon to even gain the Westcott Group's consideration, he must have put in significant effort.Still, there was an opportunity as long as the contract wasn't signed."No need to wait for a reply. I'll go to the Westcott Group myself tomorrow morning," Gabriel said."Understood, Mr. Hackett," the secretary replied.…At 7:00 a.m. the next day, Gabriel was already standing outside the Westcott Group. The sun hadn't f
Damon nodded. "Got it. Have the PR department continue contacting major media outlets to remove any negative commentary about Prospectus Technology. We can't let this situation escalate further."In the business world, public opinion could be lethal. Most people were naturally inclined to follow the crowd. Without knowing the full picture, they could easily be misled.If the narrative that Prospectus Technology's chips were faulty spread too far, restoring their reputation later would require monumental resources. It was critical to stop this from snowballing now."Understood, Mr. Sumner. By the way, how's the deal in Capitarnia coming along?" someone asked.Upon hearing that, Damon's previously tense expression relaxed slightly. "Progress is decent. Barring any unforeseen issues, we should be able to sign the contract in a couple of days."The group on the call let out a collective sigh of relief.Once the deal was signed, Prospectus Technology would recover some of its losses
"We can sign an agreement if you're still worried. I promise never to challenge your custody of Wilhelm in my lifetime," Jane assured.Seeing her determination, Gabriel remained silent.Noticing his hesitation, Jane gripped the armrests of her wheelchair tightly. "Gabriel, you're already hesitating, even though you haven't remarried yet. How can I believe you'll treat Wilhelm fairly in the future?"Gabriel's gaze turned cold. "No matter what, Wilhelm will be better off with me than with you. When and how much of the shares I give him is my decision, not yours."With that, he turned to leave.As he reached the doorway, Jane's voice echoed behind him. "If you don't transfer half your shares to Wilhelm, I won't leave the country!"Gabriel paused, then glanced back at her mockingly. "Whether you leave or stay means nothing to me. And why would you think your refusal to leave is a threat to me?""Gabriel, you're a bastard!" Jane shouted.Gabriel smirked and left without another word
Wilhelm froze for a moment, his eyes welling up with tears as confusion and hurt clouded them."Mommy, do you really not want me anymore?" he asked, his voice trembling.Jane's gaze flickered with a brief trace of pain as she looked at Wilhelm sitting pitifully on the floor. But the softness in her eyes vanished as quickly as it appeared.She stared at him coldly. "That's right. I never wanted you. I hit you to try and get your father to come back."The other day, when I took you out for steak, I deliberately let you eat that hazelnut cake. You started itching later because you're allergic—that was intentional, too. I wanted you hospitalized so I could force your father to see me."Her tone grew harsher. "Now that Gabriel and I are divorced, you're of no use to me. You're just a burden. Taking you with me would only drag me down."And I hate your father. Naturally, I hate you, too. Don't show up in front of me again!"Wilhelm sat frozen, her words cutting into him like shards of
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