When Yuna met Lucian's gaze, she felt a bit embarrassed. She nodded at him as Hesta helped her to sit on the couch. Hesta said, "Ms. Feron, I'll bring you some breakfast in case you're feeling hungry." Lucian was getting ready to start. "That's right. Yvan will blame us if we let you go hungry." Upon hearing his comment, Yuna suppressed her attempt to refuse them. She looked at Hesta, who was busy in the kitchen, then turned toward Lucian. "May I ask you a few questions, Dr. Storm?" "Of course. Is there anything specific I should be aware of?" Lucian asked. Yuna was taken aback by his response, but she realized the obvious meaning behind his words when she met his eyes. "I hope you won't tell anyone that I'm the one who's asking you this." "Of course. Go ahead." Yuna thought it wouldn't be realistic for Lucian to agree so readily. After all, he was working under Yvan. However, for the time being, she wanted to test the waters so that she could ask more questions the next

Yuna didn't expect Yvan to keep his word. She wasn't allowed to leave Birchwood Heights, unable to even make a call to Rose. They told her Yvan had notified the research center that she would be working from home from today onward. Meetings are to be conducted through video calls. She had no choice but to accept such an arrangement for the time being because of her leg injury. But it was impossible for her to stay there indefinitely; her two children might start suspecting something. She had to come up with other ways to get out of this. With all those thoughts burdening her mind, Yuna was finally done sorting out her work and arranged the work matters with her team. Just when she was about to ask Hesta to bring her some coffee, Hesta dashed upstairs. "Ms. Feron, this is bad. Mrs. Jenkins is here. You should stay up here and not come down. I'll deal with Mrs. Jenkins." Hearing that, Yuna was astonished. "Mrs. Jenkins is here?" Hesta nodded. "Yes, but it's fine. I've already inf

"You!" Daisy was so enraged that her face turned green. She couldn't land that slap in the face of Yuna's arrogance. She didn't want to take that risk. Taking a deep breath, Daisy spoke smugly, "If I were to meet Mrs. Jenkins right now, do you think she would let you off the hook after knowing you slapped me?" Yuna replied amusedly, "Feel free to try. Go ahead. If Mrs. Jenkins does something to me, I'll terminate the contract between Yvan and me. When Yvan asks me about it, what do you think I would say?" In that instant, Daisy grew even more furious because she was now completely under Yuna's control. Of course, she knew very well how important the project was to Yvan. "Daisy Bailey, you really don't have any guts. I can guess why you haven't become Yvan's wife even after seven years." "Yuna Feron!" Yuna's words struck a nerve with Daisy. Through gritted teeth, she said, "You think you can make fun of me now, but don't forget how you were abandoned by Yvan back then!"

"What did you just say?" Mrs. Jenkins thought there was something wrong with her ears. Yvan took a deep breath; his face remained dark. "I will handle my affairs, so you shouldn't interfere. If anything happens after you arrange for Daisy to live here, you'll have to bear the consequences on your own." With those words, he turned and left. Mrs. Jenkins was left dumbfounded. It took a while for her to return to her senses. "What did he mean by that? What does that mean?" But no one could answer her question. … Although Daisy had been slapped by Yuna, the promise made by Mrs. Jenkins to let Daisy move into Birchwood Heights cheered her up. The slap was worth it. She touched up her makeup while gleefully waiting for the good news from Mrs. Jenkins. Unexpectedly, Yvan was the one who came. Daisy became excited, thinking that Yvan had come to welcome her to Birchwood Heights, so she headed out cheerily. But she finally realized that Yvan, who was sitting on the couch in

Darren didn't let go of his grip on the wheelchair's push handle so that Yuna couldn't move forward. "Don't be in such a hurry to leave. I told Ashton about your injury, and he's really worried. I think he's almost here." Hearing that, Yuna felt that Darren seemed to enjoy doing unexpected things. No wonder he and Yvan were enemies. "Let's go. We'll wait for him outside." Darren pushed the wheelchair outside, and Yuna couldn't do anything about it. When they reached the hospital entrance, Ashton was rushing over as expected. As soon as he saw Yuna sitting in a wheelchair with her left leg bandaged, his face paled. He asked with care, "Yuna, why didn't you tell me you were injured?" "It's just a minor injury." "I promised your seniors that I'd take good care of you. Now that you're injured, I feel so ashamed to even mention it to them." There was nothing but concern in Ashton's eyes. Darren simply pushed the wheelchair to him. "Alright, enjoy your chat. I'll take my leave