All Chapters of Lost in the Forest of Clouds: Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

The once-bustling living room was now silent, leaving only Mr. Foster and his wife behind. He looked at his second wife, his face heavy with disappointment.Before leaving for his overseas assignment, he had intentionally left his assistant and butler in charge of managing domestic affairs. However, barely a month had passed before both sought him out abroad, asking to resign. When he asked why, he learned that as soon as his wife took charge, she fired them and replaced them with her own people.Later, he heard about Serene’s two car accidents caused by her obsession with her “true love" and how she neglected her own husband. It dawned on him then—Serene had been ruined under her mother’s indulgent care.The Foster family had always valued strength and decisiveness, putting family interests above all else. No one in their lineage had ever let personal feelings get in the way of their goals. Even after the deepest heartbreaks, they were expected to pick themselves up swiftly, not re

Allen barely reacted to her bitter silence and continued speaking, his voice calm but resolute.“If it weren’t for the so-called debt I had to repay, we would never have met. I would have had my own life.”Serene stared at him, frozen in place, her throat choked with bitterness. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came out. She could only watch as Allen opened the car door and stepped out.As Allen approached the gates of the Luther residence, a sudden beam of blinding headlights flashed in his face. Instinctively, he raised his arm to shield his eyes, just as the screech of tires filled the air.“Allen!” Serene’s panicked scream pierced the night.The car’s driver was none other than Anne. Blinded by rage and resentment, she had broken free from her bodyguards, stolen a car, and sped toward Allen in a reckless attempt at vengeance. In her mind, everything that had gone wrong was Allen’s fault.But before the car could hit him, Serene darted forward, shov

Allen entered the funeral hall, his gaze immediately landing on Mr. Foster, his hair completely white, and Serene sitting in a wheelchair with a vacant expression. He carried a bouquet to Mrs. Foster's portrait and placed the flower before the image. For a moment, he stood there in silence, lost in thought.His feelings toward Mrs. Foster were complicated. Gratitude? She had supported his education, making it possible for him to continue studying. Resentment? She had stolen five years of his youth. Yet, the past was buried with her passing, leaving behind only an odd emptiness.Finally, Allen turned to Mr. Foster and gave a small bow. "My condolences, sir."Mr. Foster nodded but said nothing.Allen then walked over to Serene. After a long pause, he murmured, "My condolences."Serene offered a faint, bitter smile, her voice swallowed by silence.As a close relative, Anne was temporarily released from prison to attend the funeral. Gone was the defiance she once carried—her face now