Of course, Calista wouldn't let him have it. She avoided Lucian's outstretched hand and set everything down on the nightstand bed."I wasn't sure what you felt like eating, so I got a little bit of everything. Which one do you want? There were bread rolls, pastries, almond milk, oatmeal, and even instant chicken noodle soup… Those were the only options available outside the hospital.Lucian gave his options a quick skim before answering, "Chicken noodle soup."The chicken noodle soup was packed in a plastic container. It had to be eaten hot and would be difficult to hold with one hand. Lucian would end up spilling the soup.Considering the injury on his arm, Calista removed the utensils from their packaging of the utensils and handed them to him. "You should sit by the bed to eat. You'll get it everywhere if you carry it around."Lucian's injuries were concentrated on the upper half of his body. Because his legs were fine, it was still possible for him to get up on his own. Howe
Calista glared at Lucian after she made her point. Her annoyance didn't go away. "It seems to me like you're quite pleased with the fiance Kyros arranged for you. How long has it been? You even remember her name."For Lucian, the name never represented a person. It symbolized the beginning of his suffering. Every time he heard the name being mentioned, it ushered a new round of torment. Although it was true that it hadn't been too long since it happened, he knew that it would probably be difficult for him to forget that name for the rest of his life. Lucian remained silent for a moment. Rather than denying it, he solemnly assured her, "I've never seen her before, Calista. I don't know if she even exists. I never her while Kyros had me locked away. All I remember is her name. It's not going to have any impact on us."Calista felt a pang of guilt in her heart seeing the man explaining things to her so earnestly. She quickly took his hand. "Hey, I was just joking. Calm down. It does
Henry quickly left the ward. His hurried departure made him seem avoidant.Calista tried to pull her hand away, but Lucian refused to let go. She said helplessly, "I'm not leaving. Let go of me. I'm tired, and I just want to take a nap."She hadn't had any rest since she woke up last night, which made her tense. Lethargy washed over her once she learned that Lucian was fine. But with people constantly entering and exiting the ward, she forced herself to stay awake.Now that things had settled down and she had found out about everything she wanted to know, she could no longer fight the drowsiness. Her sentences were punctuated by yawns and tears were welling up in her eyes. To a passer-by, she probably looked pitiful.Lucian's heart softened, prompting him to release her. When he saw Calista heading to the empty bed next to his, he recalled how Paul had slept in that bed just moments ago. His scent was probably still lingering on the sheets. Yet, she was going to lie down in that
Simon could barely maintain his composure as he pulled up on the road shoulder. "Mr. Northwood, the person who died is… Cailyn."Lucian frowned. "Who?""Ms. Webster. Cailyn Webster. The woman who gave you massages." Not wanting Lucian to mistake her for someone else, he made it clear who he was referring to."It happened in the swimming pool. The police are calling in those who were at the party for questioning. It should be your turn soon."Calista had been kept under lock and key in the garden last night. It was a short distance away from the swimming pool. When she had managed to get out, Cailyn was nowhere to be found in the hall.Lucian coldly ordered, "You are not to say anything to her anything about this." She didn't need to know about Cailyn's passing unless the police came her way.…Calista slept for a long time. The sun had already set by the time she woke up. The dazzling sunset was obscured by the curtains, softening its glare. Lucian was seated in the bed next to
Lucian frowned. "Is Callie not done yet?"It had all been speculation up until then. But now, he had clear confirmation that the last person Cailyn had seen before she died was Calista."Only the three of us are here. Are you blind? Can't you see that she's not here with us?" Yara said. She was confused when she was summoned to the police station. It wasn't until she was done giving her statement that she learned that Cailyn had died. She was about to let Calista know when she saw her getting out of the police car with Lucian in tow.She looked suspiciously at Lucian. "Shouldn't you have known about this? Aren't you, the great Mr. Northwood, supposed to have eyes and ears everywhere? How did you not hear about something this serious?"Lucian glanced at her. "I'm not omniscient. Not every trivial matter in the world is significant enough to know. I'm a human being, not a surveillance camera."He checked his watch. His expression turned grim. There was no telling what was going th
Timothy didn't say anything. However, he had no intention of getting out of the car.Yara opened the driver-side door. With one on the roof of the car and the other holding the door handle, she bent down to stare at him. "We're broken up. It's not appropriate for you to be riding with me anymore.""Are you sure you want to break up with me?"Yara hurriedly nodded. She felt like a miserable peasant who had finally found the courage to rebel against her master. Feelings didn't matter anymore. What mattered was her determination to become a pauper who made it big.Timothy nodded and said out loud to himself, "Calista's case is quite a complicated one. There are eyewitnesses and video evidence. Even if she wasn't the one who committed the crime, Cailyn did indeed die in the pool. As long as there's no evidence proving she resurfaced after being pushed in, or unless another perpetrator is caught, Calista stands to be convicted for manslaughter at the very least…"Yara hurriedly jumpe
Timothy was caught off guard by her pushing him away, causing him to sit up slightlyYara's gaze darted between his abdomen and his face several times before. She seemed to be distracted as she said, "It's nothing."Despite her saying that, her expression showed otherwise. It looked as if she had just experienced something shocking.Yara carefully maneuvered out from under him. Her movements were subtle and cautious as if he were a volcano on the verge of eruption, and any contact with him would result in a painful burn.Timothy stayed still after being pushed by her, only reaching out when she was on the verge of moving out of his reach."What's wrong?" he asked.Yara awkwardly waved her hands, and a wry smile appeared on her face. "No, nothing's wrong. I just need to go home now. I'm staying with my parents, and they have a curfew."She contemplated withdrawing her hands from his grasp but hesitated, avoiding any big movements.Since when did Timothy mellow out so much? Even
The next day, Lucian received a call from the police station."Mr. Northwood, we found some items related to you and Ms. Everhart. We need both of you to drop by the station to assist with the investigation." Lucian stayed silent after hearing the officer's request. Confused, the officer asked, "Mr. Northwood, is that alright with you?"Lucian's voice sounded distant. "Sorry, I'm just preparing breakfast and it's a little noisy. I didn't hear what you said. Can you repeat yourself?"Although the police officer had heard the sound of cooking utensils, he was too shocked to speak for a few seconds. The president of Northwood Corporation was… cooking? Lucian ladled the oatmeal he had been preparing into a bowl. Seeing that the officer still hadn't spoken, he furrowed his brows impatiently. "Speak. What's the matter?"The police officer cleared his throat before repeating himself. "Alright," Lucian responded. He then hung up the phone and went upstairs to wake Calista up for breakf