When Wren saw Gabriel, she was momentarily stunned, then sneered. "So, you won't come to see me, but you rush here when it's Nyla? Does she matter more than your own mother?"Gabriel didn't waste time arguing. He dragged her toward the car and told the driver to leave immediately. If she stayed there, who knew what other mess she'd create.In the car, Wren shoved his hand away and was about to open the door.Gabriel's cold voice stopped her. "If you jump out at this speed, you'll either die or be paralyzed."Wren froze, then turned to glare at him. "What do you want? You're throwing away your family for Nyla?""This is none of your business," he replied.Wren scoffed. "None of my business? Gabriel, do you really think Nyla will be with you just because you divorce Jane? I advise you to wake up. She didn't care about you five years ago. Do you really think she'll care now?"Gabriel's anger flared. His cold eyes bore into hers, and the temperature in the car seemed to drop.Wren
"Do you even believe what you're saying?" Wren demanded.If it weren't for Nyla's return to the country, Gabriel would never have asked Jane for a divorce. It was all Nyla's fault. If only Nyla had died when she fell into the sea five years ago…Gabriel stared at Wren, his expression unreadable. "Whether you believe it or not doesn't matter to me. You should mind your own business and stop interfering with mine.""Gabriel, are you really trying to drive me crazy?" Wren snapped."I'm not trying to upset you, and I haven't done anything to hurt you. It's you who keeps meddling in my affairs. I don't listen, so you get angry. You should reflect on whether it's right for you to interfere with my life," Gabriel replied flatly.Wren felt a wave of disappointment as she met Gabriel's cold gaze. "Gabriel, I worked so hard to send you abroad for school, not for you to come back and make me miserable!""If you just stayed out of my business, you'd have fewer problems," Gabriel retorted."
There was silence on the other end of the line before Gabriel's deep voice came through. "Mr. Sumner, Nyla probably doesn't want to see my mother.""And you think she wants to see you?" Damon shot back."Mr. Sumner, just because she doesn't want to see me now doesn't mean she won't in the future," Gabriel retorted. "It's like how you're with her now. It doesn't mean you'll always be together, right? Don't you agree?"Damon's gaze sharpened, his expression cold."Gabriel, let me warn you. Don't even think about anything inappropriate with her. If you do, don't think you're safe just because you're the CEO of Nyce Tech. Even if you're the richest person in the country, I'll make sure you have nothing," Damon warned."Mr. Sumner, you talk big. I'll be watching closely to see how you make me lose everything!" Gabriel replied, then hung up.Damon set his phone down, his face darkening.It seemed Gabriel was ready to leave Saintornia for good....That evening, as Nyla got into the
"That's not all. In order to save the headquarters, the Wilkie Group sold the game company Gabriel was running. Guess who the actual controlling shareholder is now?" Damon suggested.Pedro looked appalled. He instinctively rebutted, "Impossible... How could he be the hidden owner of Nyce Tech..."Damon understood that this kind of news was hard to process. He gestured for Spencer to place a file in front of Pedro."Mr. Wilkie, you can take a look at this document first. After reading it, you'll have a clearer idea," Damon said.Pedro took the file, and after reading it, his face turned grim."How could this happen? He's been hiding this for so many years... If it weren't for you telling me today, I might not have realized the truth until the Wilkie Group went bankrupt!" Pedro exclaimed.Damon remained indifferent as he reminded him, "Mr. Wilkie, over the years, Gabriel has placed many of his people in your company. If you don't clear them out, he'll know every move the Wilkie Gro
Jane told the maid, "I understand. You can head back first. I'll check if Wilhelm is asleep, then I'll go over."The maid nodded. "Alright, Ms. Wilkie."Jane went upstairs, placed the drug in her bag, changed her clothes, and headed for Pedro's residence.Knowing that Pedro was in the study, she didn't hurry to see him. Instead, she went to the kitchen."Grandpa loves the tea I make, so I'll brew a pot and bring it to him," she told the maids.She prepared the tea and then personally carried it to the study.After knocking on the door and entering, Jane was met with Pedro's cold, piercing gaze.She paused for a moment, then walked over and set the tea on the table with a smile. "Grandpa, who upset you?"Pedro sneered, grabbing a document and throwing it onto the table. "Take a look for yourself!"Jane poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him. "Grandpa, please have some tea first."Before she could finish speaking, Pedro suddenly knocked the cup from her hand.The hot tea
Gabriel was the owner of Nyce Tech?If anyone else had told Jane this, she would have dismissed it as nonsense. But since Pedro mentioned that the document came from Damon, she knew it was the truth.However, now that Gabriel owned Nyce Tech, there was no longer any need for her to pursue Pedro. The market value of Nyce Tech far exceeded that of the Wilkie Group.Thinking of this, Jane felt a brief flicker of joy, but her expression quickly darkened.She had added the drug she brought with her into the tea she made for Pedro. If he had drunk it...Panicking, she rushed to the Wilkie residence.As she entered the living room, she saw a maid carrying the teapot she had sent to the study earlier, heading toward the kitchen.Jane quickly stopped the maid, breathless. "Has Grandpa drunk the tea yet?"The maid, looking confused, shook her head. "No, Mr. Wilkie said he was going to bed and that the tea might cause insomnia. He had someone bring him a glass of warm milk instead.""Oh.
The more Pedro thought about it, the more disappointed he became.Seeing the disappointment on his face, the butler deduced that the tea had indeed been tampered with."Mr. Wilkie... what do we do about this?" he asked.Pedro took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Pretend you know nothing. Don't tell anyone.""Understood," the butler replied.…Jane thought no one knew about the drug she had slipped into Pedro's tea. After getting home, she poured the tea out and smashed the teapot into the trash.Once everything was handled, she let out a sigh of relief, sat back down on the sofa, and began to reflect on her situation with Gabriel.She hadn't considered divorce before. Now that she knew he was Nyce Tech's owner, divorce was out of the question.As long as she remained Gabriel's wife, she would still have a claim to half of Nyce Tech. If they divorced, she would have nothing.She had been married to Gabriel for five years and even had a child with him. For him to try to pay h
Eddie was silent for a moment before dialing Gabriel's number. "Mr. Hackett, Ms. Wilkie is downstairs at Nyce Tech and wants to see you."Soon after, Eddie hung up and told Jane, "Mr. Hackett is at Villa No. 1 in Fantas Paradise."Jane smirked. "Thank you, Mr. Morrison."She then got into the car and left.…Jane pulled up to Villa No. 1 in Fantas Paradise and couldn't help but feel conflicted as she gazed at the luxurious villa.A few years ago, when Fantas Paradise was first put on the market, many tried to purchase Villa No. 1, with offers reaching up to 100,000,000 dollars.Despite the lucrative offers, the owner refused to sell it.At the time, rumors circulated that the villa's real owner was the boss of Nyce Tech, though no one knew who that was.Eddie, the general manager of Nyce Tech, attended numerous social events. Countless people tried to inquire about the company's owner, but he never revealed a thing.Jane never imagined that the owner of this villa would turn
Nyla was silent for a moment before nodding. "Alright. If you ever need Damon to help figure out Brandon's thoughts, just let me know.""I will. Don't worry about us, though. You just gave birth. Your main priority should be resting," Valarie said."Okay," Nyla replied.Valarie lingered in the bedroom for a while, but when she saw Nyla looking tired, she stood up and left.Downstairs, only Brandon was in the living room.Valarie walked over to him and asked, "Where's Damon?""He had something to take care of for work, so he went to the study. How's Aunt Nyla?" Brandon asked."She seems to be doing well, and the baby is adorable. Oh, right, I forgot to ask what the baby's name is. I only know her nickname is Bunny," Valarie said.Just thinking about Mia Sumner's cute little face made Valarie smile. She was already looking forward to the day the baby would call her godmother.A flicker of something crossed Brandon's eyes. "You really like kids, huh?""Of course! I've said befor
Once they were in the car, Nyla suddenly recalled Damon's phone call earlier. "By the way, what did Alexander want?"After a brief pause, Damon glanced at her. "He said Ms. Kinsey left you an inheritance and asked when we'd be able to go to Meristate to take care of it."Nyla pressed her lips together before replying, "Call him later and tell him to donate it or keep it for himself. I don't want it.""Alright," Damon replied.When they arrived home, Damon helped Nyla settle onto the couch, placing a pillow behind her back for support. Then, he said seriously, "Nyla, you've been through enough. Let's not have any more kids after this."During her first pregnancy with Mason, Damon hadn't been around, so he hadn't realized how difficult it was for her.Now, experiencing this pregnancy with her, every checkup and blood draw made his heart ache.Once Nyla gave birth, he planned to get a vasectomy. Two kids were enough for them.Nyla shot him a look. "This wasn't exactly planned, was
More than half an hour later, Nyla finally stirred from her nap.When she opened her eyes, she found Damon sitting by her bed, watching her. She froze for a moment, caught off guard.Rubbing her eyes, she realized he was still there and confirmed she wasn't dreaming.She slowly sat up, her voice still heavy with sleep. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be in your study working?""I missed you, so I came to see you," Damon replied.Nyla narrowed her eyes. "You definitely have something to say if you're here all of a sudden."Damon chuckled, a little helpless. "I guess I can't fool you.""Of course not. I know you too well. Ever since I got pregnant, you've never come to see me like this in the afternoon," Nyla said."Alright. Go freshen up first, and I'll wait for you downstairs," Damon suggested."Okay," Nyla replied.After washing up, she went downstairs and sat beside Damon. "Alright, tell me. What's going on? You're acting all mysterious."Damon hesitated for a moment befo
Andre's voice was cold. "What are you trying to say?""I know you hate me. I don't have much time left, so I'm not afraid of your revenge. But my daughter is innocent. I hope you'll stay away from her and stop deceiving her. You're only with her to get back at me, aren't you?" Emerald asked.Andre let out a mocking laugh. "Even if you're dying, I won't let you off so easily."Compassion had long since abandoned him—the day his family fell and his sister lost her life."Fine. If you want to expose me to the media or whatever else, I won't resist. Just stay away from my daughter," Emerald warned.Andre shook his head. "No, I'll continue seeing Delia. Before you die, I want you to experience the pain I've endured all these years. So just sit back and watch, then leave this world with guilt and regret."With that, he turned and walked away.Emerald took a deep breath, her eyes turning cold.She had planned to leave Andre alone, but since he refused to listen, she saw no reason to s
Damon was concerned that Nyla wasn't as calm as she appeared, and he feared she might regret her decision in the future.It wasn't until she disappeared at the top of the stairs that Damon finally dialed Alexander's number. "She said she doesn't want to see Ms. Kinsey. I'll try to talk to her in the next few days, but if she really doesn't want to, I won't force her.""Alright, thank you," Alexander replied.After hanging up, Alexander put his phone away and walked toward the hospital room.Inside, Delia gripped Emerald's hand tightly, her eyes swollen and red from crying. "Mom, why don't we visit a few more hospitals for another check-up? You've always been healthy. How could you suddenly be sick? This must be a misdiagnosis!"In contrast to her daughter's panic, Emerald remained remarkably calm. "Delia, I've already been to three different hospitals, and the results were all the same. There's no need for more tests.""How am I supposed to believe that you only have six months l
Brandon widened his eyes in disbelief. "Seriously?""Of course. I'll have Spencer book the tickets now," Damon said, pulling out his phone.Before he could make the call, Nyla quickly stopped him. "Damon, there's no need. I don't actually want to go to the movies.""You sure? If you do, I can book the tickets now," Damon reassured.Brandon smirked. "Uncle Damon, you seriously didn't realize Aunt Nyla was just trying to give you an easy way out?"Nyla laughed softly. "I really don't want to go. Plus, I'm a little tired. I'd rather just go home and rest."Just as Brandon was about to respond, he suddenly winced and turned to Valarie. "Why'd you pinch me?"Valarie blinked innocently. "When did I pinch you? Are you imagining things?""You definitely—" Brandon began.Before he could finish, Valarie interrupted, "Alright, alright. Our movie is about to start. Let's go!"She turned to Nyla. "Nyla, we'll head out first. You should go home and rest. You've got a baby to take care of."
"Valarie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have given you the silent treatment for so long. I wasn't even angry anymore. I just… couldn't bring myself to reach out first," Brandon said.Valarie frowned slightly, her eyes filled with disbelief. "Then why is it that every time I texted you or came to see you, you acted so cold? And now, as I'm leaving, you suddenly run over and hug me like you don't want me to go. Don't you think you're being unreasonable?"Brandon lowered his gaze. "Because I felt like if I let you walk away, we might really break up."Valarie pressed her lips together and remained silent.To be honest, when she turned to leave just now, breaking up had definitely crossed her mind.How could a relationship where communication didn't work, and every conflict led to silence, last?After a moment of silence, Brandon looked up at her again. "Valarie, I know ignoring you all this time hurt you. I'm sorry. I was just trying to figure out how we could be together in a way that fel
Phoebe scowled. "Not planning yet? You're over 30 now. Nyla is already on her second child, and you still don't know when you're getting married?"Valarie stayed silent.Phoebe's frustration deepened. "You're already this old, and your father and I still have to worry about your marriage. When will you finally settle down?""Even if I wanted to get married, it's not something I can decide on my own! Why do you always put the blame on me?" Valarie grumbled.With how things were going between her and Brandon, marriage wasn't even on the table—breaking up seemed more likely.Phoebe narrowed her eyes. "So it's Brandon who doesn't want to get married? I told you not to date someone younger, but you wouldn't listen. Now look, you don't even know if or when he'll propose!"Valarie had had enough. "Marriage, marriage, marriage! That's all you talk about! If you keep pushing me, I'll move out tomorrow.""You—" Phoebe choked on her anger.Not giving her mother a chance to argue, Valarie
Valarie opened the box and found a red V-neck gown inside."This is gorgeous!" she exclaimed."Try it on," Nyla urged."Okay!" Valarie took the dress into the dressing room.Less than two minutes later, she stepped out. "Nyla, it fits perfectly."Nyla looked up, her eyes lighting up with admiration.Dressed in the red gown, Valarie exuded confidence and elegance, like a queen. It was impossible not to be drawn to her."I knew my taste wouldn't fail me! This dress was made for you—every curve is accentuated just right. You look absolutely stunning! If I weren't a woman, I'd probably fall for you right now!" Nyla gushed.Valarie laughed, covering her mouth. "You're exaggerating. But I really do love this dress. Thank you, Nyla!""There's no need to thank me. We don't do that between us! Oh, by the way, why don't you go downstairs and let Brandon see it too?" Nyla suggested.Valarie's smile faded slightly. "Forget it. He probably wouldn't care anyway.""You two still haven't ma