Sharon’s heart lurched. Could the thing that Doctor Collins had left for her be related to her father? She had a feeling that she still had the chance to find out the truth about the entire incident. Therefore, she stopped hesitating and followed Mrs. Collins into the house at once. Mrs. Collins handed a box to her once they entered a room. “Old Collins said that you’d find the answers that you were seeking inside this box,” she said. Sharon’s breath grew slightly erratic as she accepted the box with a solemn expression on her face. Was the true cause of her father’s death inside this box? “Thank you,” Sharon responded, her voice trembling slightly. “Take a look at it on your own. I’ll go out to accompany him one last time,” Mrs. Collins told her. She was still overcome with despondence. With that, Sharon was left in the room alone. Her attention was fully focused on the box. She could not wait to know everything, but she was a little nervous at the same time. Sh
After recalling this, Sharon walked out of the room and returned to the funeral ceremony. Mrs. Collins stood beside the altar and greeted those that were there to pay their respects to Doctor Collins. Sharon walked over to her side. “Mrs. Collins, I would like to have a few words with you in private,” she told her. Mrs. Collins glanced at her and followed her to the side. “What did you want to tell me?” She asked. “Mrs. Collins, did Doctor Collins tell you about my father’s incident?” she asked. Mrs. Collins’ gaze flickered as a slight frown formed on her brows. “What do you want to know?” From her attitude, it was obvious that Doctor Collins must have told her something. Sharon did not continue questioning her. Instead, she showed her a corner of the burned photograph. “Do you know her?” she asked. Mrs. Collins’ expression changed immediately when she caught sight of the person in the photograph. “How...how did you get this photograph?” She blurted out.“So, you do
Just as she was about to turn on the lights, Simon’s deep voice resonated through the darkness. “Why were you gone for such a long time?” he asked. The strong sense of displeasure in his voice was evident. Taken aback, Sharon turned around to look at the source of the voice. She could vaguely catch sight of his silhouette against floor-to-ceiling windows. The wounds on his leg were not healed yet, so he still had to sit in a wheelchair. She turned on the lights immediately. She could finally see everything clearly. Simon was staring at her with an evaluative gaze. There was a frown across his face. She did not know if she was seeing things, but she felt that he looked like a resentful man who was unhappy because she had returned home late.She had been in a state of despondence just now. Somehow, the sight of him lifted her spirits. Who would have thought that the dignified president of Central Corporation would wait for his wife, who was returning home late, with such a resentf
Would he continue to protect Fiona just because he was his older brother, regardless of whether or not she had killed someone?Perhaps… if he knew that his brother’s death had something to do with Fiona, he would no longer tolerate her.Sharon’s heart was in a mess. She could not predict what would happen in the future. But the only thing she could be sure of was that it was getting tough for her to maintain their marriage…“Simon, what… what kind of person was your older brother?” She asked abruptly.“Why are you suddenly asking about him?” Simon’s eyes darkened slightly.“Oh, I’m just a little curious. I’ve never gotten the chance to see him when I was with Howard before. When I heard that he was killed, I just thought that it was a pity.”“Why? So when you were with Howard, you were looking forward to meeting his parents already?” The main focal point of his attention turned out to be on this sentence instead.“That’s… That’s not what I mean!” When she noticed that his expres
She looked at her for some time. And when the other party was about to leave, she hurriedly chased after her. “Hello there, are you Ms. Sheryl Scott?”Horror flashed across the nun’s eyes very quickly. She lowered her head and said distantly and politely, “Dearest benefactor, you have mistaken me for another.”“No, you are Sheryl Scott. I’m not mistaken!”“The name is Suzy. I do not know the person you are referring to,” She bowed before turning and continued to walk away.“Have you forgotten about Silas? Have you forgotten how unjust his death was?” Sharon shouted in a stirred-up manner behind her.Sheryl’s back trembled slightly, and she halted her footsteps. She suddenly turned her head and looked at her. Her voice was slightly shaking, “What are you talking about? What wrongful death?”Doubts flashed across Sharon’s face, “Don’t you know about it?”It was not surprising anyway. Why would Fiona let anyone know that she had tampered with Silas’s car?“Would you like to know m
“Come in,” The man said in a low voice. The waiter opened the door of the box and invited her in.Sharon entered while holding onto the bright bouquet of roses. At first glance, she noticed he was sitting on a big round table inside the huge private room. He was not sitting in a wheelchair as well. She looked at the man’s slender and strong legs and asked, “Are your legs alright?”“Were you hoping that I wouldn’t get better? Did you want to take care of me all the time?”“That’s not what I meant,” She walked toward him. He was wearing a dark striped shirt today with two loose buttons on the neckline. It was different from his rigorous self at work and a little more casual.She subconsciously relaxed, and when she was about to sit down, she remembered the flowers in her hands. “Why’d you suddenly give me roses?”“You don’t like them?” He asked instead of answering.“What kind of girls wouldn’t like such delicate and fresh flowers?” She did not give him a direct answer either.S
Soon, all the dishes he ordered were presented on the table. They seemed to be picked according to her preferences. She could not help but gasp inwardly. When did he take note of all her favorite food?This man was truly frighteningly detailed at times. Finally, the waiter brought in a bottle of red wine. Sharon was slightly startled as she looked at the man next to her. He even prepared wine for the occasion?“Your injury is not completely healed, and you’re still on medication. You can’t drink alcohol.”“How could we skip wine during a celebration?”“Then, you’re only allowed to have one glass,” She poured the wine and clinked glasses with him. Simon took a sip of wine and then said, “Thank you for taking care of me these days. This is our first celebration together, and I hope you’ll continue to celebrate the rest with me.”Sharon looked at him in a daze. Did he get drunk after only a sip of alcohol? There would be other celebrations?“Alright. I’ll be right next to you,”
“What did you call me? Say it again." The man’s figure drew closer to SharonSharon became impatient and lifted her hand to push him away. The room was dark but Simon was still able to see clearly. Suddenly, he grabbed Sharon’s wrists and pinned them against the wall, as he lowered his head and locked his lips with hers. The roses that Sharon had hitherto been clasping fell to the ground along with the bag she had been carrying on her shoulder.Right at that moment, the sound of a phone ringing came from the bag on the floor—her phone had fallen halfway out when the bag dropped. In the darkness, the illuminated screen was so bright it dazzled the eye.Simon looked down to peer at the caller ID and saw Eugene’s name on the display. His handsome face turned cold with disdain. Why was Eugene calling? He just insisted on lingering around like a bad penny!Sharon became slightly more alert when she heard her phone ringing. She reached to pick it up but Simon pressed his lips to hers a