Nyla held Mason close, soothing him softly. "Don't be afraid, Buddy. I will always protect you and won't let anyone take you away again."Mason nodded. "Mommy, I hate that man! He says he's my dad, but I don't want him to be my dad!"Nyla bit her lip. "Let's not think about that right now. Just get some rest, and I'll take you to school tomorrow."…The next morning, Nyla dropped Mason off at school. As soon as she found his teacher, Lilith, the latter looked surprised and asked, "Ms. Kinsey, isn't Buddy transferring schools? Why did you bring him today?"Nyla paused, confused. "What do you mean, transferring?""I'm not entirely sure. The principal just informed me that Buddy was transferring and told me not to get involved anymore," Lilith replied.Understanding the situation, Nyla handed Mason over to Lilith and said, "I see. Ms. Page, Buddy isn't transferring. Please take him to class. I need to speak with the principal.""Okay, you go ahead," Lilith answered.Nyla nodded
After leaving the principal's office, Nyla went to find Lilith and informed her that Mason would continue attending school. Only then did she leave the building.…Once Nyla arrived at the lab, Caroline hurried over and whispered, "Nyla, my sister agreed to meet with you. Here's the time and the restaurant address for tonight. She's really busy, so you must be on time. She has a flight to catch at 10:00 p.m."Nyla's eyes lit up with surprise, and she excitedly grabbed Caroline's hand. "Thank you so much, Caroline! I'll treat you to dinner on Saturday.""That's not important. What matters most is Buddy's situation. But honestly, don't get your hopes up too high. Bailey probably won't take the case," Caroline said."Yeah, but I have to try," Nyla replied. For Mason, even knowing the chances were slim wouldn't make her give up."Okay, good luck," Caroline wished her.…The day flew by, and as soon as work ended, Nyla rushed to the restaurant. She arrived a few minutes early, and B
Nyla could no longer hold back her emotions and pulled Mason into a tight embrace.Her eyes were red, but she stubbornly fought against the tears. She couldn't understand why, after five years and with Damon having lost his memory, he still wouldn't let her go and insisted on disrupting her peaceful life.He was the high-ranking CEO of Prospectus Technology, while she was just a pharmaceutical researcher. Even though she had achieved a great deal in her field, it paled in comparison to the prominence of Prospectus Technology.She had worked so hard—why couldn't he just leave her alone?Noticing Nyla trembling, Mason gently patted her back. "Mommy, don't be sad. I will never admit that bad man is my dad! I want to stay by your side forever!"Hearing this, Nyla tightened her hold on him and nodded. "Yes, Mommy won't let you leave me either."Just then, Pauline entered with the dishes.Upon seeing Nyla holding Mason at the entrance, she said, "Ms. Kinsey, dinner is ready. Why don't
Nyla felt a mix of emotions, unsure of what to do. Oliver had done so much for her, bearing immense pressure, yet he had never mentioned it to her. What she was facing now seemed trivial in comparison.If Bailey refused to help, Nyla would continue seeking her out until she agreed. With this thought, she felt a sense of clarity."Oliver, thank you!" she exclaimed."I told you not to say thank you," he replied."This is the last time, I promise!" Nyla insisted.Oliver chuckled. "Okay, I'll trust you one more time. I have work to do, so I'll stop talking now. Goodnight."After hanging up, his secretary spoke quietly. "Mr. Raynor, the shareholders still won't leave…"Without replying, Oliver put away his phone and walked into the meeting room with a serious expression.As soon as he entered, the shareholders began voicing their displeasure."Oliver, you've let the company get into such a mess over a woman. What were you thinking?" one shareholder demanded, slamming his hand on th
The next morning, Nyla drove Mason to school, her mind elsewhere.Mason noticed her distraction and tightened his grip on his backpack.When they arrived at the school, Nyla forced a smile and gently said, "Buddy, Mommy will pick you up tonight."Mason nodded. "Okay."After watching Nyla leave, Mason accessed his smartwatch and dialed the number Spencer had given him.A moment later, a cold voice came through the line. "What is it?"Mason took a deep breath, his small face tense. "I want to meet you."In the principal's office an hour later…Mason sat across from Damon, his baby face filled with anger. "What will it take for you to stop bothering my mom and me?"Although he was only four years old, there was no hint of fear in his gaze. He even bore a striking resemblance to Damon's commanding demeanor.Damon looked at Mason, who mirrored his own features, a complicated expression crossing his face.At such a young age, Mason should have been innocent and carefree. Yet there
After saying that, Mason turned and ran away, his small figure filled with despair and helplessness.Damon watched him go, his expression devoid of warmth.Sebastian, visibly shaken, quickly stepped forward. "Mr. Damon… your son is still young. You have to coax him. Being too strict will only make him hate you more."Damon's icy gaze fell on Sebastian, causing him to blanch. He quickly lowered his head, mentally cursing himself for speaking out of turn."How do you suggest I coax him?" Damon asked.Sebastian's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked up at Damon. Had he really heard that right? Damon was asking him how to handle a child?Noticing Damon's growing displeasure, Sebastian hurriedly replied, "I know how to handle kids. Although he is only four, he's starting to develop his own sense of self."The most important thing is to respect and understand a child's thoughts. Within certain limits, let them make their own choices. You need to give them enough time and space to ex
Fred's expression stiffened. He quickly said, "Mr. Sumner, this was entirely Mr. Raynor's decision. By the time I found out, it was too late. Otherwise, I would have stopped him. "Moreover, the Raynor Group has suffered significant losses this time, and many shareholders are secretly trying to remove Mr. Raynor from the CEO position."Damon remained expressionless, seemingly uninterested. "That doesn't concern me."Fred carefully observed Damon's face, hoping to glean something from his expression, but found nothing. The rumors about Damon being cunning seemed accurate—dealing with him required caution.Realizing he needed to take a risk, Fred steeled himself and said, "Mr. Sumner, I know you have grievances with Mr. Raynor. I can help you deal with him."Damon chuckled, but his eyes were devoid of warmth. "Help me?"Fred's face turned a shade paler, but thinking of his objective, he pressed, "It could be mutually beneficial. I want the CEO position at the Raynor Group."Damon
As soon as Aubrey Jane Keith spotted Nyla, she set down her coffee and waved her over with a smile. "Nyla, over here!"Nyla sat down across from her. "Ms. Keith, I'm sorry for being late. There was traffic."Aubrey Jane looked at her with a warm gaze, as if she were a younger family member. "No problem! I'm not busy today. What made you want to meet for coffee?"Noticing Nyla's hesitance, Aubrey Jane grew more intrigued. "What's wrong? It's rare to see you like this."Taking a deep breath, Nyla replied, "Ms. Keith, I actually wanted to ask for your help."Surprised, Aubrey Jane raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"It must be important for Nyla to bring it up to her.They had met at a drug research conference, where Nyla had saved Aubrey Jane after she fainted due to low blood sugar. As they got to know each other better, Aubrey Jane grew fond of Nyla. They not only shared interests but also similar life experiences.Aubrey Jane had struggled in her younger days while raising her so
"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
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