เข้าสู่ระบบThe next morning, I got up with dark circles under my eyes. My phone was completely silent. Isaac hadn't responded to me. I wondered if he was angry.I had no choice but to send him a sincere message. "Isaac, I'm truly sorry. Yesterday, Daphne suffered from food poisoning at kindergarten. It happened so suddenly that I was completely focused on her and forgot about the engagement. I'll make sure to apologize to you in person another day."I waited 20 minutes, but the message remained unread. I had no energy to think about anything else, so I went back to City Hospital.Daphne had already been transferred. Even with my reporter credentials, I couldn't find out which hospital she had been moved to.Just as I was preparing to go to the Grant residence to find Timothy, my phone rang. It was him calling. "Are you free now?" His voice was low and reluctant."Do you need something?" I asked.He said quietly, "Daphne hasn't had much appetite. She wants the cake you made. If it's conven
Timothy briefly stared at me, his gaze unreadable, as if he was trying to see right through me. Then he finally spoke, his voice calm. "No."The tension I'd been holding onto finally snapped, and I felt myself on the verge of collapse."She's out of danger." His tone was cold as he added, "The daughter of the Grant Corporation's CEO got food poisoning. For a reporter digging for a story like you, that must be a huge scoop, right?"I hadn't expected that, in his eyes, my concern would look like nothing more than chasing sensational headlines.I was too drained to explain anything further. The moment I confirmed that Daphne was safe, my eyes welled up. I lowered my head and muttered, "As long as she's okay, that's enough."Just then, Yasmin returned. "Timothy, we've arranged for her transfer. Public hospitals are too chaotic, and the environment isn't good. Daphne should go to our private hospital, where she can rest properly."Timothy hummed in acknowledgment, without any object
Timothy's expression darkened even more, his voice icy. "Please go interview someone else."Hearing that made my heart sink. I pressed on, my voice trembling. "What about Daphne? Is… Is she seriously poisoned?"His gaze was cold, showing no trace of warmth. "This has nothing to do with you," he said."Nothing to do with me?" Anger surged in my chest, and I blurted, "She's clearly my—"I hadn't finished speaking when Jason stepped forward, interrupting me. "Mrs. Grant, maybe you should interview someone else for now. Mr. Grant isn't in a good mood. It's better not to get in his way."At that moment, Yasmin rushed in, wearing sunglasses and a mask. She froze when she saw me, then pushed past and went straight toward Timothy. "Tim, is Daphne okay? How did this happen?"Her voice trembled, making her sound tearful, as she leaned against him for comfort. Timothy wrapped an arm around her and spoke softly. "The doctors are still fighting to save her."My chest tightened. He said "figh
To show that I was taking the dinner seriously, I applied some light makeup and chose a smart, camel-colored cashmere coat, ensuring that I looked polished.Grand Jovian was pretty far from where I lived, and with traffic, it would take me more than an hour to get there. Around 5:00 pm, just as I was about to head out, my phone rang.It was Christine. I was genuinely surprised. Although we had briefly been on the same side at work once because of a shared opponent, we were never close. Now that we had both left the company, I didn't expect her to call."Josie, how have you been? I haven't heard from you lately," she said.I walked outside as I spoke. "You just left your job, and I was let go because of some issues too."Christine paused momentarily, then said with understanding, "Was it related to Yasmin again? I saw the online harassment you and your mother went through. Has everything been resolved now?"I didn't want to dwell on those heavy memories, so I quickly changed the s
"Ruby! If you keep making things up, I'm really going to get mad!" I said angrily, looking at her.Ruby finally backed off and linked her arm with mine. "I'm sorry, okay? I was just imagining a plot from a feel-good story. If you don't like it, I won't do it again."We went to a different restaurant, and after lunch, we each headed home. As soon as I got back, I opened my laptop to update my novel. Mary had suggested splitting it into two parts—the production team planned to film the first part first, and if it performed well, they would then move on to the second.The first part had to be finished by the end of the year, or filming would be delayed. My schedule was tight. To keep up, I stayed at my computer late into the night and managed to write 20 thousand words in a single day.Maybe it was because the story was mostly inspired by my own experiences that I rarely ran out of ideas. Writing felt natural and came easily. Even Mary was impressed, saying I didn't seem like a beginn
The moment Ruby and I heard Isaac's name, our ears perked up, and our hearts practically jumped out of our chests.We were waiting anxiously to hear whether Timothy would agree, but the waiter interrupted them by serving their food."Let's eat," Timothy said, not addressing her suggestion at all.Ruby and I exchanged a worried look and silently mouthed to each other to leave. We were only separated by a divider. If they finished eating before us, we would have to pass right by them on the way out.We stopped the audio recording and quietly stood to go.At that moment, the restaurant manager suddenly rushed over, overly attentive as he addressed Ruby, "Ms. Slater, are you and your friend unhappy with our service today? You haven't even placed an order, and you're already leaving."Ruby dared not speak for fear that Timothy would recognize her voice, and she kept giving the manager frantic looks.Unfortunately, the manager didn't seem to understand. He continued, "By the way, we m







