Jenny was confused when she saw Anathea leaving—and she even had a suitcase with her. "Mrs. Sinclair, it's late. Where are you going?""My mom's having surgery tomorrow. I'm going early to be with her," Anathea said gently."Oh, I see. Well, I hope she gets better soon." Jenny nodded with a smile."Thank you, Jenny. Thanks for taking care of me all these years." Anathea smiled at her sincerely.Jenny looked a bit flustered, unsure why Anathea was suddenly saying that. "That's really just part of my job. There's no need to be so formal, Mrs. Sinclair.""Goodbye," Anathea uttered. Without looking back, she wheeled her suitcase out the door.Goodbye to this place that had held her captive for five long years.Full of determination, Anathea walked into the night.Jenny stood at the doorway and watched her go, blinking a few times. She couldn't shake the feeling that Anathea's goodbye had sounded very final. She shook the thought away quickly. Anathea had a husband and a son she
Theo's eyes flickered for a second. "No one."Gregory had never cared about this kind of thing, so why was he suddenly bringing it up?"Is that so?" Gregory let out a cold laugh and tossed a handkerchief straight at Theo's face.He didn't use that much force, but it landed with enough weight that it felt like a slap."What the hell?" Theo looked at Gregory in disbelief. But when he saw the handkerchief he'd given Anathea, he froze.For a moment, the air between them went dead silent.Theo exhaled and gave up trying to hide it. "Yeah, I gave it to Anathea. But it's not what you think—I just wrecked her old one by accident and wanted to make up for it.""Well, you sure are generous for dropping hundreds of thousands on a bag like that, Mr. Harrington." Gregory's voice dripped with sarcasm. "And she actually accepted it. You really think she's worth that?"Theo frowned. "Oh, come on, Gregory. Don't get all weird and passive-aggressive. She's your wife. What's wrong with her having
"Honestly, that's kind of on me." Adrian sighed. "I took the joke a little too far when I teased Theo. I saw him buy a bag and just assumed it was for someone he was into. But really, there's nothing wrong with buying a bag for your friend's wife, right?"Adrian glanced at Theo as he said it.Theo got the message loud and clear. Adrian was giving him an out, trying to help him draw a line between himself and Anathea in front of Gregory and avoid any unnecessary drama.Even though they both knew the truth that Anathea had already taken Theo's check and was seriously thinking about ending the marriage, neither of them had brought it up with Gregory.After all, they figured Gregory didn't really care that much.If the marriage ended, that was that. There was no need to make things more awkward than they had to."Yeah." Theo exhaled and nodded. "I just felt bad about ruining her bag, that's all. There's no hidden agenda. You know how much I hate giving people any excuse to start rumo
"We can't proceed with the surgery without that medication. Her current condition just isn't stable enough without it.""W-What?" Anathea felt a jolt of panic. For a second, she thought she'd misheard. "But I already paid for it. It was confirmed.""That's true, but…" The doctor looked visibly uncomfortable. "From what I heard, the person who took it was one of the hospital's top investors. He's not someone we can reject."Top investor…Anathea froze. Sinclair Group was the biggest investor at Castenea Central Hospital.Sinclair Group… Gregory…Hands trembling, Anathea immediately pulled out her phone and called Gregory, but his phone was turned off.Her heart dropped. She quickly called Martin instead."Mrs. Sinclair, is everything alright?"His voice felt like a lifeline to Anathea, and she clung to it urgently. "Where's Gregory? I need to speak to him right now!""Well…" Martin's voice faltered. "I honestly don't know. His phone's off. I haven't been able to reach him eith
Natalie was the one who'd saved Gregory from drowning?No wonder Gregory was so in love with her.But still, a complicated emotion flickered in Anathea's eyes."Anathea?" someone called, her voice familiar.Anathea looked up to see Natalie sitting in a wheelchair, smirking at her. The nurses nearby all scattered the moment they saw Natalie approach, as if someone had hit the panic button.Anathea looked at Natalie. When she was about to speak, Natalie said, "Let's talk inside."Anathea followed her into the consultation room. As soon as they walked in, the doctor brought out a case and opened it to show Natalie. "Ms. Whitman, this is the medicine Mr. Sinclair arranged for you. It's the last one in the whole hospital.""Did you hear that?" Natalie glanced at Anathea with a soft smile. "He got this just for me. I mean, technically I don't need something this strong for recovery, but the moment I mentioned it, he made sure I got it."Her tone was full of smug satisfaction. It
Facing Natalie's arrogant stare, Anathea felt as if her legs were bolted to the floor. Her nails dug into her palms so hard they drew blood.People outside the room started craning their necks to watch, clearly expecting drama."What's wrong? You don't want to do it?" Natalie asked with an air of total ease, giving a lazy shrug. "That's fine. I don't like forcing people, anyway. But if you won't kneel, then forget about the medicine."Natalie shut the case and slid it back to the doctor. "I want the injection now.""Understood. I'll get the nurse to prepare it right away." The doctor nodded and was just about to leave with the case.As he reached the door, Anathea shouted in panic, "Wait!"But the doctor didn't stop. He acted as if he didn't hear her. Seeing that he was about to walk off with the medicine, Anathea couldn't take it anymore. "I'll do it! I'll kneel!""Hold on," Natalie said casually, and the doctor immediately paused mid-step.Natalie had total control, and she l
Anathea hit the floor hard, pain radiating through her body, especially her lower abdomen. But nothing compared to the rage burning inside her.She glared at Natalie, her eyes red. She looked as though she'd just crawled out of hell.For a second, Natalie was caught off guard by the intensity in Anathea's expression, but she quickly snapped out of it and chuckled."Staring at me as if you want to eat me alive isn't going to help you."She looked down at Anathea's trembling hand bracing against the floor. Then, with a flash of cruelty in her eyes, she raised her foot, stomping on Anathea's hand."Ah!" Anathea winced, her face going pale.But Natalie didn't stop. She pressed harder, grinding her heel into Anathea's hand until the skin tore and blood started to seep out. Bits of grit and glass ground into the open wound.Anathea nearly passed out from the pain.Natalie smirked, clearly still not satisfied. She leaned in close, her voice low and venomous. "Tell you what, Greg actua
Everyone saw the bloodied shard of glass hit the floor and gasped in unison.Natalie had fallen and was twisting on the ground in pain.Anathea was hurting too. When Natalie had tackled her, it had triggered a sharp, searing pain in her abdomen."Ah…" She clutched her stomach, nearly passing out from the agony. She could feel a warm flow pooling inside her body.The bodyguards nearby hesitated when they realized Natalie's target was Anathea. They exchanged uncertain glances. They knew Anathea was Gregory's wife.But after Gregory had left, Eleanor had instructed them to escort Natalie to her follow-up appointment. With everything going down like this, none of them knew what the right move was anymore."What are you standing around for?" Natalie roared, struggling to her feet and pointing at Anathea. "Get her! Now!"Suddenly, she felt a sharp sting on her face. "Ugh…"She froze, catching the strange looks people were giving her. A bad feeling crept up her spine. She slowly reach
Carl quickly pulled his hand back and glanced nervously at the time. "Uh, I still have rounds to do, so I'll be going now."Before Anathea could respond, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his white coat and practically fled down the hallway.As Anathea watched his retreating back, she felt a little puzzled, but she didn't dwell on it. She simply thought that being a doctor really was a noble and exhausting job.Thanks to Carl, Fiona no longer had to live in constant pain.Through the small glass window in the intensive care unit door, Anathea gazed at Fiona's face. Her pale lips curved into a faint smile.But in the next second, a voice rang out beside her. "Wait, aren't you the mistress who ruined someone's face? You've got some nerve showing up here."The words instantly drew attention from passersby around them—many of them were the same people who'd previously berated Anathea. Now, seeing her again, they immediately launched into more judgmental murmurs."That's right!
"Have you finally decided to speak?" Gregory let out a chuckle. "I thought you'd gone mute after your little trip to the station."Anathea tried to ignore the sarcasm in his words. She cleared her throat and asked, "Can you take me to the hospital? I want to see my mom."Her tone was filled with a quiet pleading. Though Gregory had assured her that Fiona was okay, Anathea needed to see it with her own eyes before she could truly relax.Gregory studied the urgency in her expression, then pursed his lips and gave a brief order to Dexter to head to the hospital."Thank you," Anathea murmured after lowering her head. She hadn't eaten anything, and the lack of strength made it hard to speak.Her stomach felt empty, and the acidic churn inside made her uncomfortable. She frowned in discomfort.The next second, a hand with long, elegant fingers appeared, holding out a sandwich toward her.Anathea blinked in surprise, then glanced over at Gregory."Take it," Gregory urged. "It's all th
The sight of a tall man holding a petite woman in his arms drew more than a few curious stares.Anathea spotted two of the officers who'd interrogated her earlier. She lowered her head, and her shoulders shuddered faintly.Gregory felt her body tense and instinctively tightened his hold on her.The officers who'd brought Anathea back were now all trailing behind Gregory, respectfully escorting him out."This way, Mr. Sinclair," one of them said politely.Gregory gently placed Anathea in the back seat of the car and closed the door, then walked around to the other side.Seeing that, the two officers gave a slight nod. "Safe travels, Mr. Sinclair.""One more thing." Gregory paused in his steps. "Could you send me the surveillance footage from the consultation room at the hospital?""About that…" One of the officers looked troubled. "When we got the report and went to retrieve the footage, the recording from that particular room was already gone."In other words, someone else had
Gregory's expression shifted in an instant. Reaching out, he slid his arm around her waist, catching her before she could collapse.Anathea completely lost her strength—her whole body just gave out. She couldn't even stand.Gregory frowned and lifted her into his arms.Everyone else in the room looked stunned. This wasn't what they'd expected. Wasn't Gregory supposed to be here to settle the score with Anathea?Then, why…Sensing the curious looks being thrown his way, Gregory shot them a cold glance and asked flatly, "Where's the lounge?"They snapped out of it and quickly led the way.As Gregory held Anathea in his arms, he could feel just how light she really was. Her waist was so small it barely spanned the width of his hand, and even through the fabric of her clothes, he could feel the sharp outline of her bones.His frown deepened.Anathea didn't resist. She didn't have the strength to. She hadn't eaten or drunk anything since Fiona had been taken in for surgery that mor
Even though they didn't exactly agree with Eleanor pressuring them like this, the Sinclair family had serious weight in Castenea. And Anathea really had hurt Natalie. That part wasn't up for debate.So, if Natalie decided to press charges, the officers would go strictly by the book, just like Eleanor had instructed.The officer got up and left the interrogation room, leaving Anathea sitting there alone. She lowered her eyes, clinging tightly to the hem of her shirt. She could tell what they were trying to do. They were trying to put words in her mouth. It was clear they were trying to push the entire blame onto her and make it seem as if she'd attacked Natalie intentionally.Hence, she refused to speak. If she answered anything, she would be done for.But it wasn't like staying silent would get her anywhere better. She'd still hurt Natalie, and everyone was siding with the latter. Anathea had no one to speak up for her, no one to lean on. The only person she could count on wa
They'd been married for five years. During the first year, Anathea used to call Gregory like clockwork, always asking if he would be coming home for dinner.But Gregory would either answer with a cold "yes" or "no," or he would just ignore the calls. Eventually, Anathea had stopped calling.He tried to remember the last time she'd actually done it—when she'd gone to Sinclair Group and begged him to let Eden Studio go. Other than that, she hadn't reached out again. There were no more gentle questions about dinner. Nothing.Staring at her missed call, Gregory rubbed his temples and called her back.It rang for nearly a full minute, but there was no answer. He frowned and tried again, getting the same result. So, he called Martin instead.Martin picked up instantly. "Mr. Sinclair! Finally! I've been trying to reach you!"He sounded panicked."What's going on?" Gregory asked."This morning, Mrs. Sinclair and Ms. Whitman got into a fight at the hospital. Things got pretty serious."
Raindrops on the window started out as faint streaks, then merged into steady streams, finally forming a full-on curtain of water.Gregory stared out at the rain, which was only getting heavier. His brows drew together slightly. For some reason, a strange feeling crept into his chest. He felt as though something was missing."Greg? What are you zoning out about?" Adrian rolled up next to him in his wheelchair, curious.Gregory snapped back to the moment. "It's nothing.""Well then, come have a drink already!" Theo waved him over, topping off Dominic's glass while he was at it. ''It's Romanee-Conti. You fine with that?''"Yeah." Dominic nodded, then glanced toward Gregory."By the way, I heard you're planning to develop a new project in Syntherra. Any chance you'd be interested in partnering with Lancaster Group?"Gregory's eyes flickered knowingly.So, it wasn't a coincidence that they'd met up at the cemetery. Dominic had planned it all out, showing up just in time to cross pa
A crowd had gathered outside the ward, buzzing with curiosity as they peeked in. A few who didn't know what was going on started asking questions."You don't know about it? Two women started fighting right in the orthopedic wing! It got really intense, and there was even blood!""And I heard one of them was the wife of the CEO of Sinclair Group. The CEO's mother even showed up at the hospital herself and called in a specialist for emergency treatment.""For real? Is it that serious? Whoever hurt her is done for, then.""Of course. The cops are already here. I doubt she's walking away from this."Everyone started chiming in, each adding their version of the story."Seriously? Risking your whole future for some medicine is dumb.""Where did you hear that? I heard they were fighting over a guy. Didn't you catch what they were arguing about? That was no fight over medicine—they were fighting over a man!"As the gossip spread, the truth got more and more twisted."Plus, wasn't the
Gregory, in particular, had changed drastically. He was no longer the polite, easygoing guy he used to be. Now, he was the decisive and sharp-edged CEO of Sinclair Group.So much had changed. Nothing was the same anymore."I'm sorry. We should've made sure Adam was buried right along with you," Theo muttered bitterly, his hand brushing over the photo on the gravestone."Adam doesn't deserve that. If he's going anywhere, it's straight to hell. There's no way he'd ever be allowed to meet them," uttered Gregory coldly."But I can't accept that!" Theo snapped, eyes bloodshot as he turned to Gregory. "He should've paid for what he did with his life!"He still hadn't gotten over Gregory letting Adam off the hook—not even in the slightest. And deep down, Theo didn't believe that someone as cold and unflinching as Gregory would've let Adam go just because Anathea had asked him to.Besides, rumor had it Gregory had met with Adam right before the latter had been sentenced. No one knew wh