Darren's smile deepened. Usually, he would be angry.He wouldn't be able to tolerate someone calling the child he raised a lunatic.However, he didn't seem angry at all.He even nodded in agreement after hearing Daniel's words."Indeed, David always got his own way. Nobody can control him. He would be fine abroad, but he does seem like a lunatic here. It's not good to be too out of control."He spoke calmly, and it further fueled Daniel's impatience. What was this old man trying to say?Daniel was about to question Darren, but his following words made him pause.Darren raised his gaze and stared at Daniel solemnly."I came to Riverwood this time to ask if you are willing to take over the Winstons in Clarkdale."For a moment, Daniel didn't quite grasp the meaning behind his words. He furrowed his brows and pursed his lips. He remained silent.Darren continued, "Stay here tonight if you are willing to do so. I will show you the current situation of the Winstons. If you do
Next to a warehouse at Geralton Pier, there stood a somewhat old-looking single-story house.It was lunchtime, and the smell of cooked food wafted through the corridor to the river outside.It was hard to notice the subtle blend of the medicinal and culinary scents."Mr. Winston, I brought the item back."Sheldon stood at the door of a room at the end of the corridor. He held a small box in his hands. He didn't dare to step inside.Unlike the weathered appearance of the building, everything was clean and well-furnished in the room. It looked like a five-star hotel room.David sat on a sofa against the wall.It was late autumn, but he wore only his pants. His muscled chest and abdomen bore clear scars. The one on his abdomen was especially obvious. Now marked by dark brown streaks due to the use of healing ointments, it appeared even more menacing.He was diligently applying medicine to his wounds before bandaging himself.Hearing the noise at the door, he didn't raise his head
It was around six in the evening.The Winstons were preparing dinner in the kitchen.Darren wanted to have some grilled BBQ. So, the chefs brought out the grill and started preparing some grilled meat.When Daniel arrived at the Winston Residence, he could smell the aroma of food coming from the kitchen.Darren probably missed his life in Riverwood after all the years living in Clarkdale. He even volunteered to cook.Upon catching the smell of the food, he smiled contentedly.He was about to use a towel to carry the food from the grill to the table. Then, he heard Richard's voice. "Mr. Winston Senior, Mr. Winston is back."Darren didn't respond. He continued to transport the steaming food to the dining area and asked everyone to move out of the way."Make way for me! This freshly grilled beef is still piping hot. Be careful not to get burned."He made the grilled beef himself, while the other dishes were prepared by the chefs. Naturally, they served the other dishes, too.Dar
Daniel didn't mind being straightforward.After working with Ryan for a while, he'd been influenced by the man's way of speaking.But due to his status, nobody would dare to provoke him to the extent that he had to be so rude before this. Finally, he had a chance to express himself.He didn't think that Darren would do anything to Rebecca.As the old man had mentioned, he came from an aristocratic family in Clarkdale. Why would he be bothered with the Johnsons?Yet, except for Darren, nobody else in Riverwood had the ability to quietly remove a patient still in a coma from the hospital.Besides Darren's men, the Johnsons had also arranged for people to look after Rebecca in the hospital.Yet, during the short two hours in the afternoon, the patient recovering in the ward had disappeared without a trace.No matter how Daniel thought about it, nobody else had the power to pull off such a trick except for Darren."Mr. Winston, I believe the Winstons had hired teachers to teach yo
"You!" Ryan was about to retaliate as he was unable to withstand someone else being insulted. Then, Albert clasped his wrist tightly and stopped him from getting up. He shook his head sternly and signaled for Ryan to stay put.Ryan might be hotheaded, but he wasn't an idiot. He sneered but sat back down. He glared at George. The old man didn't bother with his outrage, however. To him, these were no more than children trying to prove themselves worthy when they weren't. Plus, it was fun to watch them struggle."If there's nothing else, why don't we continue this conversation after Mr. Winston's dinner? Or, you may opt to drop by tomorrow. I'm afraid we did not prepare enough to invite you all to dinner. Please accept our sincerest apologies," Richard called out.That was naturally addressed to Albert and the rest. However, given that Daniel was still George's grandson, the butler added, "If you'd like to stay for dinner, Mr. Daniel, there's always a seat for you."It might sound lik
"Sir, Mr. Winston Senior has just sent you something." In a house beside the jetty where there should have been flowers and plants in planter boxes outside, there was a modified fishing spot. It was equipped with a parasol and wooden table. Sheldon was currently standing beside David, who was seated in a wooden chair with a fishing rod secured before him. He took the tablet in Sheldon's hands from him and asked, "How is she?"Though David's tone was indifferent, his expression quickly grew serious upon reading the contents on the tablet.Noticing this change, Sheldon hesitated about telling David the truth about Becca's condition.Finally, he decided to proceed with it. "The doctor says she's not in critical condition. All that's needed is for her to wake up and tend to her injuries from thereon.""When will she wake up?" David asked.A lifeless doll was far less interesting than one that spoke and chattered. David had seen his fair share of women, and a comatose one bored him
As the fire blazed spectacularly at the jetty, a cruise ferry slowly made its way across the waters beyond. The flames cast bright, roaring ripples of color on the surface of the water.David watched the fire burn from the ferry deck with his coat on his shoulder. His eyes glinted with delight as he methodically tapped his fingers on the railing before him as if he were conducting his own classical symphony."Enjoying the view?" When David heard the footsteps nearing him from behind, his taps increased. With a low chuckle, he turned around. A bespectacled man clad in a doctor's coat met his gaze with indifference.The doctor gazed at the fire beyond for a moment before saying, "Mr. David, the woman you brought onboard has woken up. Would you like to see her?""She's awake?" David cocked his head and glanced behind the doctor. He then marched towards the cabin. "How is she?"The doctor followed behind and reported, "Not very well. She refuses to communicate with me. Some of her
"Really?"David stopped what he was doing. His dark eyes met hers as he continued. "So, let's hear it, Becca. What's different?""I … " Rebecca stared at the familiar face for some time.It was the same face as the one in her memories, but something felt off. Daniel shouldn't be speaking like this. But if this face didn't belong to Daniel, who else could it be?She shook her head. "I'm not sure how to put it, but I feel that you're somehow … a bit different. Besides, you … ""Besides what?" David pressed. Rebecca bit her lip before continuing in a sad tone, "Besides, aren't you in love with Jessica? You find me annoying, and you have asked me to stay away from you, yet why are you here taking care of me?"Her voice grew softer as she spoke. She was probably too heartbroken and didn't wish to see the man in front of her. She lowered her gaze only to see him smooth out the creases on her blanket."Jessica? I didn't know you cared so much about her." David chuckled. There was a h