Nyla and Damon had rolled down to a relatively flat area.Nyla quickly grabbed onto a nearby shrub. Thorns dug into her fingers, but she was determined not to let go. Finally, they came to a stop.She let out a sigh of relief and turned to look at Damon, only to find him with his eyes tightly shut. His face was pale, and cold sweat beaded on his foreheadHer heart sank instantly."Damon... wake up. Are you okay?" she asked.She called his name several times, but he didn't respond.However, his hands still gripped her waist tightly.Panic flashed in Nyla's eyes as she began to search him.Thankfully, his phone was still with him. She quickly took it out and dialed Spencer's number.…When Damon finally regained consciousness, it was three days later.Every part of his body ached—even breathing felt immensely difficult.Spencer, who was beside him, noticed that he was awake and hurried over. "Mr. Sumner, you're awake! I'll go get the doctor right away!"Spencer was filled wi
Before Nyla could finish, Spencer stepped in front of her."Ms. Kinsey, Mr. Sumner just woke up. He mentioned that he doesn't want to see anyone right now and prefers to rest. Perhaps you could come back this evening or tomorrow?" Spencer suggested.Nyla halted and looked at Spencer. "How is he right now?""The doctor has checked on him and said he's passed the critical phase. He just needs to rest," Spencer answered.Hearing this, Nyla finally relaxed. "Alright, I'll come back with Buddy tonight."In the ward, Damon heard Nyla's voice as soon as she reached the door. His gaze instinctively turned toward the entrance, where her slender silhouette was faintly visible through the frosted glass. The emotions in his eyes grew increasingly complex.While tumbling down the mountain with Nyla, he had hit his head against a rock. At that moment, memories had started flooding back. Five years ago, he had wronged her, and five years later, he had wronged her even more.Damon managed a
"Thank you, Daddy!" Mason exclaimed.Damon's gaze shifted from Mason to Nyla, and a complex emotion flickered in his eyes before settling back into calmness."Ms. Kinsey, how's your recovery going?" he asked.Caught off guard by Damon's cool stare, Nyla hesitated.For a brief moment, she felt as though he might have regained his memory, but she quickly pushed that thought aside."Mr. Sumner, I'm doing much better now. I've already arranged for my discharge. I truly appreciate what you did for me that day. If it weren't for you, I might not be here anymore," she said gratefully.She had never expected Damon to risk his own life to protect her, and the memory of him throwing himself toward her still stirred her heart.Damon lowered his gaze and replied indifferently, "You are the most important person in Buddy's life. I just didn't want him to be sad."Nyla paused but nodded. "Regardless, I'm very grateful. If you don't mind, I'd like to come and take care of you until you're dis
Damon looked up at Cindy, his eyes frosty. "If you want to call the police, go ahead. But I can guarantee that your son will soon be busy working behind bars."Cindy froze, then sneered. "What nonsense are you talking about? You're the one who should be locked up!"Behind her, Cyrus' expression changed. He knew Damon's character—if he didn't have solid proof, he wouldn't make such definitive statements.Something must have happened during Clark's disappearance. Otherwise, Damon wouldn't have randomly locked him up.Cyrus quickly pulled Cindy behind him and whispered, "Be quiet for now!"Indignant, Cindy still kept her mouth shut at Cyrus' urging."Damon, you're Clark's elder. If he did something wrong, you can punish him however you like to teach him a lesson. But keeping him locked up indefinitely doesn't seem right, does it?" Cyrus probed.Damon's icy gaze shifted to Cyrus' fawning face.He spoke slowly. "Clark kidnapped Nyla and my son, Buddy. He then used Buddy to demand 15
Damon looked down at Cyrus and spoke slowly. "Cyrus, you were the one who found the doctor to hypnotize me five years ago, weren't you?"Cyrus stiffened, disbelief flooding his face as he met Damon's gaze. He looked shocked and fearful as he stuttered, "Y-You… regained your memory?"How could this be possible? Maverick Herbert had left the day after Damon rejected Richard. How could Damon have found him?Even if he had, there was no way Maverick could have restored Damon's memory…"I have to thank my dear nephew for that. If he hadn't sent someone to kidnap Nyla, I wouldn't have fallen from the mountain trying to save her and hit my head, triggering all my memories," Damon said.His expression was calm, but Cyrus could sense the tumultuous emotions swirling beneath that calm facade.He gritted his teeth. "Yes… I did find the doctor who hypnotized you, but I did it for your own good…""For my own good?" Damon chuckled softly, but the smile sent chills down Cyrus' spine."Do you
Cindy's lips quivered as she opened her mouth, but she couldn't utter a single word.She hadn't expected Damon to install surveillance cameras in the Sumner residence's living room. Even if she had known, her hatred for him might have driven her to blurt it out intentionally."Damon, everything that's gone wrong is my and Cyrus' fault. We didn't raise Clark properly. If you want revenge, come after us. Please, spare Clark!" Cindy begged.Damon showed no reaction to her pleas, merely saying, "I need to rest. Leave the room within a minute."Cindy and Cyrus froze. They exchanged glances, realizing this was their only chance to save Clark.Cyrus struggled to stand up and addressed Damon, "I have over a million dollars left. I'll give you all of it. I'll persuade Dad to hand over the Sumner Group to you, as long as you let Clark go."Damon remained indifferent, a hint of impatience flickering in his eyes. "Do you really think you have the right to negotiate with me? Those things mean
If Rebecca didn't agree, Nathaniel would simply drug her and send her over.She had tried to escape before, but each time, he had caught her and responded with brutal beatings. After enduring this repeatedly, she gradually became numb to it.She had never imagined that the man who once claimed to love her, who promised never to let her get hurt, would transform into the monster he was now.Over the past five years, she finally understood why Damon hadn't harmed her when he discovered she was responsible for Nyla's fall into the sea. Instead, he had forced her to marry Nathaniel.He truly was ruthless!Rebecca had thought she would be tormented by Nathaniel until her death. She had never expected that Nyla was still alive—not only alive but also the mother of Damon's child!All the built-up resentment and anger over the years surged within her like a tidal wave, nearly drowning her.The remote control smashed against the television screen, creating a spider web of cracks.…Whe
Cindy was so agitated that her words were incredibly harsh as if she were finally releasing all the pent-up emotions of the past few years.Richard was so furious that his face turned purple. He trembled as he pointed at her before collapsing.The maid was taken aback and hurriedly called for a doctor, also contacting Brandon.With Clark missing, Damon unlikely to come, and neither Cyrus nor Cindy attending to Richard, there was no choice but to summon Brandon.…When Brandon arrived, Richard was still in surgery.Cyrus and Cindy were there, their grim expressions revealing little emotion.He greeted them briefly and then turned to the maid. "What happened? Why did Grandpa suddenly faint again?"The maid glanced nervously at Cyrus and Cindy, hesitating to speak.It was easy to infer that Richard's collapse was somehow related to them.Brandon turned to Cyrus. "Uncle Cyrus, what's going on? What did you do to Grandpa?"Cyrus remained silent, his gaze dark. When Richard had
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