Emma let out a silent sigh and turned to ascend the stairs. Emily's hands were tucked into her coat pockets as she took a step upstairs. The bedroom door pushed open, and Emily caught the heavy odor of smoke."You need to leave," Gimson's eyes landed on Emma's face, and he coldly spat out these words.All of Emma's words were stifled; she didn't dare to confront her son. She took three steps out of the room and closed the door behind her. Emily stood in the room, her voice cold, "What do you want?"Gimson's eyes fell on her hands. He coldly said, "Hands out."Emily obediently withdrew her hands. "Take off your jacket and throw it at the floor," Gimson ordered coldly.Emily complied without hesitation, tossing the jacket to the ground, a crisp sound emanating from it. "Hiding knives in your pockets again, Emily?" Emily sneered defiantly, "Against you, a knife is sufficient."Gimson fumbled in his pocket and pul

After Gimson died, Emily was finally able to work at the office alone. Derek managed the company's documents during this period, making decisions on major matters, while Emily's assistant handled some minor tasks. A pile of documents accumulated on the desk over the past two weeks.In the morning, Emily reviewed the project documents that hadn't been filed yet. It must be acknowledged that Derek's approach was truly wise, and many complex cases seemed straightforward through his methods. After perusing a dozen or so project cases, Emily felt that her business acumen had elevated to another level."Ms. Hopkins, everyone is here. It's time for the meeting," Emily's assistant softly announced, knocking on the door. Emily nodded, closed the file, and stood up, heading to the conference room. Absent from the company for over half a month, she needed the meeting to catch up on the recent company developments."Ms. Hopkins, the company's financial state

Emily slept until after eleven o'clock at night. When she woke up, the entire family villa had succumbed to a deep slumber, with both the children and servants sound asleep."Awake?" a crisp voice echoed in her ears. She squinted open her eyes and mumbled, "Derek, I'm hungry."Derek chuckled softly, "Rest a little more; I'll go downstairs and cook for you. It'll take about half an hour." Emily nodded with her eyes closed, finding solace in the prospect of a little more sleep.As she drifted in and out of consciousness, her cerebral cortex unusually active, she surprisingly began to dream. She found herself traversing a white valley with mountains and layers of green trees, directionless and weak.With each step, her legs gave out, and she felt the desperation of trying to break free from the dream. Finally standing up, she struggled across a swamp, and as the path leveled, she attempted to open her eyes without success.Sudde

After searching the entire day and reviewing all surveillance footage, Emily remained unfound.The assistant hesitated before speaking, "Mr. Scott, perhaps we should dispatch a team to searvh the sea..."Derek's cold eyes bore into him, "What do you mean by that?"His gaze was piercing, akin to two sharp, cold knives. The assistant, frightened, lowered his head but stammered, "Mrs. Scott vanished on this road, all locations have been searched, and surveillance checked, but no one can be found. There's only one possibility, Mrs. Scott may...""No way!" Derek snapped, "Keep searching! Ensure you find her!"Observing Derek's frantic state, the assistant sighed. In all his years with Mr. Scott, he had never witnessed him lose his temper. He dared not delay and hastily called for continued efforts in the search.The search persisted for a week. Derek, rapidly losing weight, was wasting away. He had lost someone, his beloved woman. Thoug

"Don't cry," Emily said.She hurriedly wiped away Diane's tears. "Since you have to think I'm your mommy, then you can call me mommy. I won't mind."Diane covered her lips and cried out, her voice choked. "Can I hug you?""Sure." Emily reached out and took the little girl into her arms.The nine-year-old Diane, who was already grew up, let out a sob on her shoulder. Not far away, Diane's assistant hurriedly clicked several pictures, and then sighed heavily. He had been working for Diane for three years and had never seen her look so sad.In everyone's eyes, Diane, the talented painter, was a cool girl who never cried or laughed, showing no extra expressions. She would only smile lightly when facing her daddy and her three brothers, but that smile never reached the depths of her eyes. However, he saw her genuinely smile and also saw her cry today...Could it be that this woman was really her mother who had been missing for four year