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As expected, John was still in the living room. He was on his phone with someone. “I am busy. I won’t be going back soon. If there’s nothing urgent, just go to Peter; only call me when it’s absolutely necessary.” John hung up the phone and saw Sylvia wheeling Madam Carter into the house. His gaze shifted. He immediately wore a polite and humble smile on his handsome face. Madam Carter dozed off on the way back. John said to Sylvia, “Mrs. Carter, Caprice really likes to be with Liam. No matter how I try to take her home, she doesn’t want to go back. I might have to crash at your place for a couple of days.” Caprice, who was also in the living room watching Liam play with his Rubik’s cube, looked up at her father in confusion. She did not remember her father persuading her to leave. However, it was true that she did not want to leave, she wanted to stay with Liam. Therefore, she turned back to Liam and continued watching him play. Sylvia scoffed after hearing John’s excuse.

The sudden hug surprised Sylvia and left her frozen. The man’s warm breath caressed the back of her neck and his deep and rich voice entered her ears. “What were you doing outside just now?” Sylvia’s eyes flickered nervously. She said, “N-nothing. I can’t sleep, so I went out to get some air.” “Can’t sleep?” “Mm-hmm…” Sylvia confidently hummed a reply. At the next moment, she was pulled into the man’s arms. His staggering huge figure got on top of her and he lifted her chin softly. He pressed his lips against hers. Sylvia was silenced. She tried to push him away, but he deftly pulled her hands to the side and pinned her down. He kissed her for a while before he released her lips, but his body remained on top of her. His deep eyes were like a wolf searching for its prey in the dark. He grinned and said in his deep voice, “I can’t sleep either. Why don’t we do a little exercise?” Sylvia’s face blushed. She knew exactly what ‘exercise’ meant. She sighed exasperatedly and

Sylvia had a few glances at the picture. She sighed and said, “Sherry looks like she lost a lot of weight.” Fortunately, Sherry looked energetic aside from the loss of weight. She must be doing well lately. Odell saw the worry on her face. He hugged her into his arms and stroked her head in silence. Sylvia leaned on his chest. The thought of John staying in their house for more than a month now bothered her. She frowned and asked, “Do we need to tell John about Sherry?” The man was planning to stay as long as it was required to get news about Sherry. Odell said, “That won’t be necessary. He should have gotten the news as well.” …Meanwhile, downstairs in the guest room, John had just brought Caprice back from Liam’s room. When he went over to Liam’s room, the girl was already sleeping in Liam’s arms. She did not take Liam as an outsider at all. John pinched the girl’s cheek and removed her jacket and her socks before putting her on the bed. He then lay down beside her.

Madam Stockton’s expression turned grim. Queenie stared at her mother. “I don’t care what you are going to say. I won’t allow you to stop John from going to look for Sherry!” As her voice subsided, John was coming out of the room. He looked at his mother with a rather frosty expression. Madam Stockton’s expression shifted immediately and said, “John, I have something to talk to you about. Don’t worry, I’m not here to stop you. I just want to tell you something that happened a long time ago.” John looked rather dubious. “Something that happened a long time ago?” Madam Stockton’s eyes flickered. She somehow started to evade his gaze, but she mustered up enough courage to speak in a softer voice than usual, “I’ve buried it in my heart for a long time, and it’s time for me to tell you.” John’s expression changed as well. He looked at Queenie and said, “Leave us.” Queenie released Madam Stockton’s arm. She had one last worried glance at her mother before she reluctantly walked

What about him? Not only did he hate her for years, but after becoming the richest man in Glenchester, he had plotted to get the Fowlers and the Browns to develop their business here so that he could lure her out. He had imprisoned her for a year, made her eat nothing but leftovers for a year, made her sew for a year, made her mow the lawn, and forbade her from stepping out of the front yard. He enjoyed taking revenge on her that year, and until one month ago, his misunderstandings for her deepened. Once again, he imprisoned her, starved her, and let her bleed. He even left her to die in the fire! What would that make him? What had he done for her all these years? He felt helpless and weak all of a sudden. He straightened his back and sat on the floor. His mind thought about nothing except for her face. From nine years ago until now, when they had broken up, when he had imprisoned her, and when she had bled on the floor a while ago, all the scenes in his head suffocated