Clark stared expressionlessly at Damon, a hint of mockery flickering in his eyes. "What do I mean? I think you understand very well, Uncle Damon. Besides the one overseas, you've never shown any interest in women before. Now you're making exceptions multiple times for Nyla. Don't tell me it's out of respect for me.""As her husband, you're never around when she's wronged. Instead of reflecting on yourself, you're lecturing me." Damon's expression darkened, and he exuded an oppressive aura that sent shivers down one's spine.Clark's confidence visibly wavered. "Next time something like this happens, please inform me in advance, Uncle Damon. I don't want any other men near my wife. I hope you understand."Damon sneered lightly. "I'm not that free. If you need others to inform you about her situation, maybe your marriage doesn't need to continue."With that, he walked away. He didn't even glance at Clark's displeased face.Only after Damon disappeared at the end of the hallway did Cl
"I'll take you back. With your hand injured, it's inconvenient for you to cook. You should move back to the villa for now. Once your injury heals, you can go back to your rental place."There was a flash of dissatisfaction in Nyla's eyes as she looked at Clark in displeasure. "I'm just injured, not paralyzed. I can take care of myself."They locked eyes for a moment, and Clark eventually relented. "Fine. Then I'll have the maid prepare meals and deliver them to you every day."Seeing Nyla still wanting to refuse, he added in a low voice, "Choose between coming back to the villa with me or having the maid send you meals."Having been with Clark for eight years, Nyla knew his personality well. He was never easy to persuade. If she refused again, he might actually go as far as forcing her back to the villa and keeping her there. "I'll choose the second option."The tension in Clark's lips finally relaxed at her words, and his gaze softened as he looked at her. "I'll send you back."
In just over an hour, Mabel appeared several times on the surveillance footage. By the third time, she seemed visibly flustered. If the labels of dilute sulfuric acid and concentrated sulfuric acid had indeed been swapped, Mabel was undoubtedly the prime suspect.Genevieve stopped the surveillance footage and instructed her assistant to notify Mabel to come to her office.Upon hearing that Genevieve wanted to see her, Mabel immediately became nervous, glancing involuntarily at Lucia, who was sitting diagonally across from her.However, Lucia didn't even look her way, appearing calm and nonchalant as if nothing was amiss. Left with no choice, Mabel reluctantly followed Genevieve's assistant to the office.Just as she arrived at the door, her phone vibrated—it was a message from Lucia.Lucia: [No matter what Genevieve asks, insist that you have nothing to do with it. You don't know anything. If you dare to drag me into this, you know the consequences.]Mabel replied with an "Okay",
Mabel's hands trembled with fear as she spoke in a shaky voice. "Just now, Genevieve told me that a team from Prospectus Technology came over. They collected several fingerprints from the labels of dilute and concentrated sulfuric acid. They're going to collect our fingerprints this afternoon to compare."Lucia's gaze darkened as she gritted her teeth, staring at Mabel. "You fool! Didn't you know you should wear gloves when you swapped the labels?""I... I was too panicked. I just forgot... and by the time I remembered, it was too late..." Mabel was on the verge of tears. "Lucia, what do I do... You have to help me..."Lucia looked impatient. "How can I help you? Can I magically change another person's fingerprints?"When Nyla's flask exploded during the experiment, Damon's secretary immediately ordered the lab and adjacent reagent storage room to be sealed off. They never had a chance to wipe the fingerprints off the labels. Moreover, Lucia hadn't expected Mabel to be so foolish a
Surprise flickered in Nyla's eyes when she saw the latest luxury bag of the season in Michael's hands."Why would he suddenly send me a purse?""Mr. Sumner said you weren't in a good mood, so he wanted to send you a gift to cheer you up."Nyla didn't particularly desire luxury bags, but since Clark sent it, she had no reason to refuse. She nodded and took the purse from Michael."Alright. Please thank him for me."Seeing that Nyla didn't seem particularly thrilled, Michael tentatively asked, "Mrs. Sumner, you don't like the bag?""It's fine. I prefer gold over bags, though."After all, gold had better liquidity and could also be crafted into beautiful jewelry.Michael was stunned, not expecting Nyla's preferences to be so plain and blunt."Alright, understood. I'll let Mr. Sumner know. I'll head back to work now."After seeing Michael off, Nyla returned to the living room, placed the bag on the table, and took a few photos to send to Valarie.Valarie: [?]Nyla: [Help me che
Nyla paused as she was about to pick up some food, then looked down. "There's nothing I want."Earlier this year, Clark had promised to take time off to celebrate her birthday with an island vacation, something she had always wanted to do. Only a few months later, it seemed he had completely forgotten about it. This was just as well—it would make it easier for her to deal with him without any unnecessary feelings of sympathy."Then I'll have to think carefully about what to get you. If there's anything you want, you can always tell me.""Sure."After dinner, Clark told Nyla to watch TV on the sofa while he cleaned up the dishes. Previously, when they wanted some alone time, they would give the service staff a few days off, and Nyla would cook herself.Nyla nodded and left. In the past, she would have taken pity on him for being tired after a day's work and cleaned up herself. Now, she no longer felt that way.After cleaning up and wiping down the table, Clark washed his hands in
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before Genevieve's voice came through."Alright, the police might call you to the station tomorrow to take your statement. Make sure your phone is available.""Okay. Thank you for handling this, Genevieve."Genevieve sighed and said earnestly, "Nyla, you're still young. Unlike me, you don't think about the long-term consequences when making decisions. But sometimes, giving others a chance is also giving yourself a chance.""I understand. But I can't be lenient with everyone. If Mr. Sumner hadn't been there today, I might have been disfigured."Moreover, this issue could affect her job. If she got fired from Park Pharmaceuticals because of this, what pharmaceutical company would hire her in the future? It was not that she wasn't willing to let Mabel off, but the latter wasn't willing to let her off.Genevieve realized she couldn't persuade Nyla, so she said nothing more and hung up.Nyla put down her phone, thinking abou
"Ms. O'Neill, we need your assistance regarding today's lab explosion at Park Pharmaceuticals. Please come with us."Mabel was panicking, her body trembling uncontrollably."What do you mean... What does the explosion have to do with me? Why do you need my help?""You'll find out the details at the police station, Ms. O'Neill.""I'm not going! I didn't do anything wrong. Ask me whatever you need to here!"Seeing Mabel's agitation, the two police officers exchanged a look. One of them spoke sternly. "Ms. O'Neill, if you refuse to cooperate, we will have to use force."The officers' solemn expressions made Mabel uneasy.While she hesitated, Lucia spoke up from across the room. "Mabel, it's just a routine investigation. Go with them. It won't be a big deal. I'll go with you."Seeing Lucia's cold expression, Mabel reluctantly nodded. "Alright."…At the police station.Mabel was taken to give a statement, and the officers asked Lucia to wait outside.Unable to sit still, Lucia