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
Calista snorted, brushing past him and heading straight into the bathroom. "With your memory now being worse than a goldfish's, what's the point of you remembering? You might forget it tomorrow."Lucian trailed behind her, feeling aggrieved. "I'll remember. It's not just stored in my brain, I even wrote it down in my diary! So you can't say you're—" Calista suddenly froze. She turned to look at him. "Diary?"Lucian stopped talking after he noticed his slip-up. "Callie, I'll think about it. Give me some time, please. I'll give you an answer soon."Calista didn't reply, leaving him unsure of whether she had agreed or not. After freshening up, the pair went downstairs. Breakfast was already laid out on the table. Just as Lucian promised, there were all her favorite dishes. However, due to their unpleasant conversation earlier, an air of awkwardness filled the room. Lucian ate his porridge consciously, occasionally glancing up at Calista. She was gripping her spoon with her head l
After dropping Calista off at Yara's store, Lucian received a call from Simon."Mr. Northwood, we found the person."Lucian parked his car on the roadside and furrowed his eyebrows. "I'll send my location to you, come pick me up."When Simon arrived, Lucian had already gotten into the backseat. His eyes were closed as he had dozed off. The car's engine was still running, and the air-conditioning was still on."Mr. Northwood?""Drive," he ordered.…Simon drove into the underground car park of a shopping mall. They sat in the parked car in silence for a while. At no point did Lucian open his eyes, or indicate that he intended to get down from the car.He simply remained silent, and Simon did not dare to disturb him or make any decisions on his own. He could only glance at Lucian occasionally through the rearview mirror.Simon wasn't sure if Lucian had fallen asleep or was struggling to open his eyes due to a headache. His expression revealed nothing. He took a quick glance… And