The sharp click of heels echoed through the hospital hallway. A moment later, the door to the hospital room burst open, slamming against the wall. Nicky shot up from his chair in alarm. His face drained of color the moment he saw who it was.
"M-Marius…"
Jacqueline lay in bed, her body wrapped in gauze, fresh tear tracks on her pale cheeks. Marius's pupils contracted, and the temperature in the room seemed to plummet.
"Who did this?" he growled through clenched teeth.
Nicky swallowed hard. "It… it was that woman. Cynthia…"
At the sound of her name, Marius's jaw clenched, the muscles twitching. Nicky rushed to take advantage of the moment.
"Jacqueline's been suffering so much lately. All her gigs got canceled… She just wanted to apologize to you. She said you're the only man who's ever treated her right…"
"Yesterday…" Nicky's voice trembled. "I stepped away for just a minute, and when
The air in the room was heavy and cold.Cynthia handed Lucien a pill and a glass of water, but he simply bit down on the pill, chewing it dry. The bitterness made him frown, but he stubbornly refused to touch the water."Take it and go," he said coldly. "I need to rest."She set the glass down and turned to leave—only to be stopped in her tracks by his sudden outburst."Is it only if I'm crippled or dead that you'll finally look at me?"Her hand was already on the doorknob when his arm slammed against the door. With a loud bang, she was yanked back and pinned to it. His breath, hot and ragged, brushed against her neck."Can't you hear me when I talk to you?""Didn't you tell me to leave?" she replied calmly."Now you listen," he sneered, his face inches from hers. "What if I told you to stay?"Silence stretched between them."What if I told you to kiss me?"His lips hovered dangerously close, his brea
Cynthia reached out to help again, but Lucien struggled to stand on his own. She finally snapped."Move one more time and I swear I'll break your other arm myself!"Lucien stopped resisting, but turned his head away, refusing to look at her."Does it hurt?" she asked softly, brushing his swollen arm. He let out a muffled groan that made her heart tighten."Simon! Get the car! We're going to the hospital—now!"Harley knelt beside his father, tears streaming down his cheeks."Daddy... is your arm broken?""Not as bad as someone's broken ribs," Lucien replied, using his good arm to ruffle Harley's hair.Suddenly, Harley turned and charged toward the staircase, kicking and hitting Marius."Bad guy! You hit my daddy!""Harley!" Vicky rushed to restrain the furious child. "Marius didn't mean to..."Marius stood frozen at the top of the stairs, watching Cynthia carefully support Lucien as they left. No one s
In the BedroomCynthia knelt down and carefully helped Harley into a fresh change of clothes. She gently pressed a bandage onto the scrape on his little hand."Tell Mommy," she said softly, though her voice was tight with tension, "how did Vicky fall into the lake?"Harley lowered his head, twisting his fingers nervously."It was my fault... I wanted to climb the railing to see the lake. Vicky lifted me up... then the wood suddenly broke..." His voice trailed off, barely audible. "She fell in..."Cynthia took a deep breath and gently cupped his face."Do you know how dangerous that was? What if something had happened to Vicky? How could I ever explain that to her parents?" Her fingertips trembled. "You're Mommy's precious boy. But Vicky is her parents' precious girl too.""I'm sorry, Mommy..." Harley's eyes welled up with tears, and fat droplets rolled down his cheeks.In the CarLucien leaned against the window of the black sedan, his knuckles pressed to his brow. He had rushed home
Cynthia took a day off to get a paternity test. While she was gone, her luxury car had already been repaired and returned home. But according to Vicky, she and Lucien had been too caught up in their arguments lately—he had probably forgotten to tell her.It was a beautiful day, bright and sunny, the kind perfect for a leisurely outing.But ever since her return, Cynthia had been trapped in an endless cycle with Lucien—fighting, reconciling, and fighting again. It was like a toxic loop with no escape. Erica had been right: ever since meeting Lucien, she hadn't truly been happy. Like now—she didn't even feel like saying a single word to him.Seeing how down she was, Vicky suggested they go for a walk by Yiren Lake. Cynthia didn't object and drove them there, bringing Harley along."Mommy, I want to go over there!" Harley cried, bouncing toward the water's edge."Harley, wait for me!" Vicky called, chasing after him.A breeze tousled Cynthia's short hair as she gazed out over the shimmer
Lucien grabbed her wrist, his grip so tight it nearly crushed the bone. "I told you—I don't need any damn test! Harley is my son!"Cynthia tilted her head up, her amber eyes almost translucent in the sunlight. "Just because I say so? Aren't you afraid I'm lying to you?""Of course I'm fucking sure!" He yanked her closer, his breath scorching her face. "Even if you told me Harley was someone else's kid, I'd still raise him as my own—because he came from your body!"His words landed like a punch to the chest. Cynthia's lashes trembled violently. She hadn't expected his obsession to run so deep."What? Calling me disgusting in your head again?" Lucien gave a hoarse laugh, his voice like sandpaper. "You said Harley would rather have a stranger as his dad than me. That almost made me kill someone. You'd rather claim he's a bastard than admit he's mine…" His fingertip brushed over her pale lips. "Am I really that repulsive to you?"It felt like an invisible hand clenched around her heart. C
Outside the door, Harley and Vicky were pressed up against it like two little mice sneaking oil, but no sound came through."Vicky," Harley whispered anxiously, lowering his soft little voice, "Is Mommy still mad at Daddy?"Vicky quickly reassured him, "Don't worry, Harley. I'm sure sir will make it up to ma'am." She'd sensed a shift in the air—Harley had started calling Lucien "Daddy." It looked like Mr. Lucien was well on his way to becoming the rightful head of the household.A sudden shiver ran down her spine. If sir caught them eavesdropping…"Sigh, I really worry about those two," Harley said with the maturity of an old man. "Vicky, make sure to get Daddy an extra blanket tonight.""Why's that?" Vicky whispered."Because Daddy's so clueless!" Harley threw his hands up, clearly exasperated with his father's lack of tact."What are you doing here?"A cold, sharp voice cracked through the hallway. Vicky nearly screamed in fright. She turned around and saw Simon glaring at them. Pan
"Daddy, you must've made Mommy mad," Harley crossed his arms and sighed like a little adult. "She's ignoring you." He added with a worried look, "Gerald never dares to upset Mommy. The last time he did, she didn't let him through our front door for a whole month. Do you think she'll kick you out too?"Lucien crouched down to meet his son's eyes, catching a key word with razor-sharp precision: "Gerald… Daddy?" His voice sank, and his knuckles unconsciously tightened. That title pierced his chest like a thorn."He's been around since Mommy was pregnant with me!" Harley blinked, then leaned in mysteriously, curling a finger for Lucien to come closer. When Lucien obliged, the little boy's warm breath brushed against his ear. "He really likes Mommy, but she says he always brings around ugly weirdos." Then, tugging seriously on Lucien's tie, he warned, "If you act like him, Mommy won't want you either—and then I won't have a daddy again."Lucien's pupils constricted. He gently cupped the ba
The sound of the door closing finally faded, and Cynthia opened her eyes in the darkness. Her lashes trembled, her gaze full of conflict and struggle piercing through the night.She knew Lucien's history with Jessica came before their reunion—but the sudden appearance of a child, that line about "peaceful coexistence," and his proposal for Jessica to get an abortion all pierced her heart like thorns. In the dark, she clenched her fists so tightly her nails dug into her palms.Twenty hours of being confined to the bed had left her legs numb. As she propped herself up against the headboard, she spotted a neatly folded dress nearby—its fabric carrying an unfamiliar warmth. The night outside was ink-dark, and then a child's voice suddenly pierced the silence:"Mommy! Mommy!"Staggering, Cynthia gripped the cold metal doorframe. Harley's voice, thick with sobs, crashed through the quiet. She fumbled the door open—and his small figure flung itself into her arms with such force they both tum
Lucien nearly crushed the steering wheel when he got Vicky's call. By the time he arrived, the scene in front of him made his blood run cold—Erica gripping a kitchen knife, dragging Cynthia behind her, Harley charging ahead with a broom, and Vicky chasing them in a panic. It looked like a total madhouse.Just as he got out of the car, he heard Harley's sharp little voice shout, "You big meanie!"A piercing screech of brakes tore through the air.A scooter came speeding from the side. Harley stood frozen in the bike lane, the broom falling from his hands with a clatter as he squeezed his eyes shut in fear."Harley!" several voices screamed in unison.Lucien moved on pure instinct. He lunged forward and scooped the child into his arms at the last possible second. They both crashed into the roadside bushes, dry branches tearing jagged scratches into his skin.Cynthia rushed over and grabbed Harley, her fingers trembling as she checked him all over. "Tell Mommy—does anything hurt?"Harley