Mag-log inThe air in the room, which had been thick with a heavy, unspoken sorrow, suddenly crystallized into a jagged, lethal frost. Chloe Bishop felt the temperature plummet even before she turned her head.Chloe had been desperate for a distraction. Sitting in the oppressive silence of the VIP ward, unable to scroll through her phone and with nothing to say to the man she once loved, she felt like a complete fool. When Liam Martin agreed to the water, she felt a momentary surge of relief."Here's your water."She brought the glass to him, but as she reached the bedside, the reality of his condition struck her again like a physical blow. The bullet had shattered the nerves in his lower back; he was paralyzed from the waist down. Only his head and hands remained functional, and even the slightest movement sent ripples of agony through his torso.Seeing the flicker of darkness in Liam’s eyes, Chloe’s heart twisted. This was a man defined by his stubborn pride and unyielding spirit. Even after l
The hospital corridor was a gauntlet of sterile white, but Chloe Bishop moved through it with a quiet, defiant resolve. She hadn't forgotten Xavier Grayson’s warning, but the more he tried to fence her in, the more she felt the need to break the perimeter.Was he afraid she’d make him a cuckold?The thought was absurd. Given Liam Martin’s current medical state, Xavier’s concerns were the height of paranoia. Moreover, when it came to Liam’s hospitalization, Xavier was the one person in Haicheng with the least right to interfere.Chloe finished her work, stopped to buy a fresh bouquet, and headed straight to the neurological wing.When she entered the ward, she found Liam resting with his hands folded over his chest. His eyes lit up the moment he saw her. "I had a feeling you might stop by around this time."In truth, he had been staring at the door for the better part of fourteen hours.Xu Ningyuan didn't expose his boss's desperation. He stood up, stretching his stiff limbs, and looke
The cold marble of the Grayson Manor felt like a stage for a tragic play. Xavier Grayson had spent his life building walls that no one—not even his own mother—was supposed to scale. Yet here she was, standing in his most private sanctuary, holding the sapphire cufflinks that symbolized everything he was trying to tear down."Son, does this look good together?"Ann Lan looked at Xavier, her eyes shimmering with a fragile hope. "I saw you were heading out, so I took the liberty of picking out an outfit for you."But Xavier was a man forged in the absence of maternal warmth. He didn't feel touched; he felt invaded. He looked at her with a clinical coldness that would have withered a weaker woman. "In the future, do not enter my room without permission. And never touch my things."Ann’s heart constricted, but she forced a light, hollow laugh. "I followed you in just now, and you didn't stop me, did you?"Xavier ignored her, reaching into the closet for a coat. As his hand landed on a dark
The psychological tug-of-war within the Grayson Manor reached a fever pitch as the "Demon CEO" faced a rebellion from the one person he truly cared for—his son. Xavier Grayson was learning that while he could control an empire, he could not control the heart of a child who had found a mother in Chloe Bishop.Liam Jr. scrambled off his chair, his small feet pounding against the floor as he chased his father upstairs. He burst into his own room, grabbed his writing board, and marched into the master bedroom.Xavier wasn't in the main room; he stood on the balcony, the cherry of his cigarette glowing like a solitary eye in the darkness. Liam Jr. ran to him, tugging hard on his father’s trouser leg.Xavier looked down. On the board, the boy had scribbled: “Are you really going to divorce Chloe?”Xavier didn't answer. He took a long drag of his cigarette, his sharp, eagle-like eyes scanning the estate’s perimeter. He was visibly agitated, his composure fraying at the edges.Liam Jr. quickl
The dinner table, once a place of rigid Grayson discipline, had devolved into a battlefield of silent protests and sharp accusations. The "Demon CEO" sat at the head, but for the first time, his absolute authority was being challenged not by business rivals, but by the broken hearts of his own family.Seeing the suffocating tension, Martha—ever the protector of the family’s peace—quickly stepped in. "Sissy must be exhausted. Let Martha take you upstairs to rest, dear."But before Sissy could move, a sharp clack echoed through the room. Liam Jr. had slammed his chopsticks onto the mahogany table. His dark, intelligent eyes were wide with fury as he glared directly at Xavier Grayson.The boy didn't need a voice to speak. Everyone at the table knew exactly what that look meant: Why did you drive her away?Xavier’s face darkened, his voice dropping to a dangerous, icy register. "If you’re not going to eat, go to your room. And don’t expect to eat tomorrow, either."Liam Jr. flinched. Like
he domestic warmth of the Grayson dining room felt like a performance on a stage, a stark contrast to the cold, high-speed reality Xavier Grayson had just left on the North Bridge. To Xavier, seeing his mother act the part of a devoted parent was a bitter pill to swallow.Xavier found the scene almost laughable. From his childhood until now, he had never felt a single spark of maternal love from Ann Lan. Seeing her dote on Sissy with such tenderness felt profoundly hypocritical."Xavier, you’re finally home."Old Mrs. Grayson was the first to notice him, walking toward him with genuine concern. "Why so late? You must be starving. I’ve had the kitchen prepare several of your favorite dishes. Go wash up quickly!"This, Xavier thought, is what real family care looks like. He doubted Ann Lan could name even a single dish he actually enjoyed."Son, you’re back."Xavier didn’t even break his stride at the sound of Ann Lan’s voice. She watched his retreating back, a flash of grief crossing h







