Although a bit reluctant, Mason nodded. "Okay."As Nyla sipped her soup, she received a call from Oliver."Nyla, how's the progress in Saintornia? Have you found Buddy?" Oliver asked.Nyla lowered her gaze and moved to the window, responding quietly with a soft hum.Upon sensing something was wrong, Oliver's voice grew concerned. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"After a moment of hesitation, Nyla opened up slowly. "Damon won't give Buddy back to me. He says I can't protect him. I can stay with Buddy, but I have to move to his villa."A heavy silence hung on the other end of the line.Nyla bit her lip. "I agreed to his terms. Oliver, maybe we should just—"Before she could say "forget it", Oliver interrupted, "Nyla, I know you're in a tough spot. Once I take care of things in Capitarnia, I'll head to Saintornia, and we can figure out what to do next, alright?""Oliver, you're such a good person. I don't want to drag you down anymore," Nyla reasoned."You've never been a b
The room fell into silence.Damon paused, a complex emotion welling up inside him.He had been raised with an elite education, where practicality and benefit always came before freedom and happiness. Every decision he made was driven by gain.Emotions had never held much weight for him. He had never considered whether he was happy.When Nyla told him that the most important thing was for Mason to grow up freely and happily, something in his heart stirred.Amid the silence, Damon's phone suddenly rang.Seeing that it was Erin, he subtly furrowed his brow and stood to leave the room.As he walked out, the oppressive atmosphere in the room lifted.When he returned after the call, Mason had finished his soup, and Nyla was tidying up.Watching her graceful profile, Damon pressed his lips together and said in a low voice, "I have a meeting at the company later. I'll come back to see Buddy tomorrow."Nyla hummed.Her indifferent attitude didn't bother Damon. He turned and left quic
Nyla pursed her lips and nodded. "Alright."She and Damon returned to the hospital room, where Mason was already awake.Upon seeing Damon follow Nyla in, Mason's eyes brightened momentarily before he turned his head away, acting indifferent.Damon approached the bedside and sat down, his expression serious. "How are you feeling today? Does your arm still hurt?"Mason huffed. "It's none of your business!"Accustomed to Mason's attitude, Damon remained calm. Instead of getting upset, he reached out and ruffled Mason's hair."Hey, don't touch me!" Mason dodged his hand, looking annoyed.Watching Mason reveal this childish side to Damon made Nyla feel bittersweet.Perhaps because Mason had never had a father figure in his life, he always acted so mature around her, never letting himself behave like this.Damon raised an eyebrow and tried to pat Mason's head again. "If you don't want me to, I will."Mason scowled. "Are you really that bored? Why are you picking on a kid? You don't
Nyla didn't think much of Clark's sudden appearance. After all, they had cut all ties the moment they divorced, and there would be no relationship between them moving forward.The car sped into a villa neighborhood, where rows of birch trees lined the streets, creating a vibrant green landscape.Ten minutes later, they stopped in front of a villa.The driver got out and opened the door for Nyla. "Ms. Kinsey, this way."As Nyla and Mason stepped out, she noticed the look of resistance on Mason's face as he stared at the villa. He had a good memory and clearly recalled being locked up here by Damon.Just as Nyla was about to walk inside, she felt Mason gently tug at her hand. Looking down, she saw the panic in his big eyes, and her heart sank."Buddy, what's wrong?" she asked."Mommy, you said you would take me home! Why are we here? Are you really going to leave me?" Mason asked, tears welling up in his eyes as he looked at her with a hurt expression.Nyla's heart softened, and
The window stood open, and the light blue curtains swayed gently in the breeze.By the window, a round table was covered with a beige tablecloth, and a vase held several gardenias. The flowers were clearly fresh-cut, with water droplets clinging to the petals and filling the air with their sweet fragrance."I really like this room, Lydia. Thank you!" Nyla said.Seeing Nyla's sincere smile, Lydia felt relieved. "I'm glad you like it, Ms. Kinsey. Mr. Mason's room is right next door, in the third room. If you don't need anything else, I'll go prepare lunch now. Just call me or Maddie if you need something."Nyla nodded. "Okay."After Lydia left with Maddie, Nyla turned to Mason. "Buddy, do you want to take a nap?"After learning that he could be discharged that morning, Mason had been so excited the night before that he had only gotten a few hours of sleep.Now, his eyelids drooped, clearly revealing his sleep deprivation.Mason held Nyla's hand and looked up at her. "Mommy, can I
Damon paused in his tracks. "No, set another place for me."Lydia nodded. "Got it! I'll go call Ms. Kinsey and Mr. Mason down for lunch.""Alright," Damon replied.As Nyla and Mason came downstairs, she was surprised to see Damon sitting at the head of the table. "Good afternoon, Mr. Sumner."Since they had agreed to stop clashing, the atmosphere between them had softened significantly."Good afternoon," Damon replied.After placing Mason in a chair, Nyla planned to feed him first before eating herself.Noticing this, Lydia stepped forward and said, "Ms. Kinsey, let me feed Mr. Mason. You go ahead and eat."Seeing Nyla hesitate, Lydia added with a smile, "I've trained to take care of children, so I won't make any mistakes."Nyla didn't mean to imply that she didn't trust Lydia—she just felt a bit embarrassed about having someone else care for her child.Just then, Damon's deep voice broke in. "Let Lydia feed him.""Okay, Lydia, I'll leave it to you," Nyla said."No trouble
Erin paused for a moment, instinctively asking, "It was you who sent me that message?!"Nyla was done with the conversation.She stood up and said, "Since you're already Damon's fiancee, you should make the most of it. Sometimes, it's more effective to go to him directly than to come here and make threats at me."With that, she left the living room and headed upstairs.Erin's anger lingered while watching her leave, but a hint of contemplation crossed her eyes. Moments later, she grabbed her bag and hurried out of the villa.Lydia, who had been waiting in the kitchen, finally breathed a sigh of relief when Erin left. She had been worried about what would happen if the two women started fighting and had planned to inform Damon if necessary.It seemed that wouldn't be needed now.Just as Erin was about to get into her car, she was suddenly stopped by someone."Ms. Hulle, I'm a maid here. My name is Maddie Lamb," the young woman introduced herself.Erin frowned and asked coldly,
The air hung heavy for a moment before Damon's previously cold expression softened."I'll pay more attention in the future," he said, quickly heading toward his study.Nyla casually diverted her gaze and gently spoke to Mason. "Don't be afraid, Buddy. Your dad was just in a bad mood. He won't hurt you."Mason nodded. "Okay.""Let's continue eating," Nyla said.Meanwhile, Damon's phone rang as soon as he stepped into the study."Mr. Sumner, Stephen met with someone from Prestige Corp. tonight," Luca reported.A week earlier, Luca had discovered that Stephen Ketchum had been in contact with Prestige Corp. and had immediately informed Damon.Stephen was the director of the technology department at Prospectus Technology and had been involved in many significant research projects.If Prestige Corp. managed to poach him, it would not only be a substantial loss for Prospectus Technology but could also jeopardize the company's development.Damon lowered his gaze, an icy look in his e
After a brief moment of anger, Gabriel regained his composure, his gaze turning cold. "Damon, Mr. Westcott assured me he wouldn't partner with Prospectus Technology. Otherwise, he wouldn't have signed this contract with me. Stop lying."Damon remained unfazed and spoke calmly. "Believe me or not, it makes no difference to me."With that, he turned and continued into Tim's office with Spencer following close behind.Gabriel stared at Damon's retreating back and instructed his secretary, "We're going back inside. I need to see for myself whether Damon or Tim is lying to me."Trailing Damon, Gabriel stormed into Tim's office.Seeing both men enter together, Tim raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. "Mr. Sumner, Mr. Hackett, what brings the two of you here together? Is there an issue with your contract as well, Mr. Hackett?"The subtle emphasis on "as well" struck Gabriel like a ton of bricks. His expression darkened."Mr. Westcott, you assured me at the restaurant that you wouldn't c
"Mr. Westcott, I'll return the money to him right away," Crystal said quickly.Tim waved dismissively. "No need. Tomorrow, go to the finance department and collect 8,000,000 dollars. After that, you don't need to come to the company."Crystal's face turned pale. She knew all too well that this sum of money was a breakup fee."Mr. Westcott, I truly realize my mistake. Please, give me another chance..." she pleaded, reaching out to grab his sleeve.The moment she saw the cold look in his eyes, her hand froze mid-air, and she dared not move any closer.Tim stood tall, looking down at her with an icy expression. He spoke slowly. "You should be grateful to Mr. Hackett. If he'd only given you a few hundred thousand, that's all you'd be getting from me as well. But 15,000,000 dollars in total for three years? I'd say that's more than enough."He added, his tone final, "I don't want to make this uglier than it has to be. Let's part on good terms."Crystal's face went ashen. She wanted t
"Would you happen to have a moment later? I'd love to discuss something," Gabriel asked.Tim smiled. "What a coincidence. I suppose I can spare a few minutes for a chat.""Excellent," Gabriel replied.Standing, Crystal smoothed her dress. "I'll freshen up."She knew better than to linger during Tim's business discussions."Your lipstick needs touching up. Take your time," Tim said mildly."Of course," Crystal answered.She found a quiet spot and sat for over half an hour, waiting until she received a bank notification confirming a deposit of 7,000,000 dollars.Satisfied, she returned to the table, only to find Tim dining alone."Tim, when did Mr. Hackett leave?" she asked, quickening her pace to sit across from him.Tim continued cutting his steak with deliberate precision. "No talking while eating."Although his tone was calm, Crystal had been with him long enough to sense his simmering anger.She pressed her lips together, instinctively explaining, "Tim, I'm sorry. Mr. Ha
By midday, Tim still refused to see Gabriel.Gabriel, considering taking a break and returning later, received a call from his secretary."Mr. Hackett, I found out Mr. Westcott has a girlfriend. Perhaps she could help arrange a meeting," his secretary said.A spark lit in Gabriel's eyes. "Send me her details right away."The secretary quickly forwarded the information.Tim's girlfriend, Crystal Glasco, came from an average family and worked as his assistant.Her background was straightforward—a bachelor's degree and a job at the Westcott Group right after graduation, where she became Tim's assistant.Their relationship, however, was more about Tim keeping her than about them being equals. That said, their three years together suggested Tim held some level of affection for her.After reviewing the details, Gabriel immediately called his secretary back. "Find a way to contact Crystal. I need to meet her today."…At around 8:00 p.m., Crystal entered an upscale restaurant in Cap
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