Jamie said, "More likely, he's her younger brother. Yvonne's uncle... well, her biological father, had many children outside. Ronnie's existence was something Yvonne didn't even know about at first."Caleb felt something was off.If he were just a younger brother, Yvonne wouldn't go to such great lengths.Blake's arrangements had been meticulous, and Yvonne had also said Tristan would definitely come. Then they could end things once and for all.If it were simply a younger brother, Yvonne wouldn't have followed him back.There was still something in all this that he didn't know.Therefore, things weren't moving forward easily."Mrs. Quill, could you find out more information?"Carly asked, "What exactly do you want to know? Whether that child is Tristan's?"It was always easier talking to smart people.Caleb glanced at Jamie and said, "Then I'll leave that to you, Mrs. Quill."Carly left, and Jamie walked her out.He came back quite a while later, with a red handprint on hi
Tristan said, "She left during the wedding—don't you get it yet?""I don't.""Well..."The two of them didn't have much to say to each other anyway.That teenage boy stepped in front of him and raised his fist slightly. "You'd better leave."Blake glanced at him. The boy always wore a black hoodie with the hood up, and his fringe was so long that they covered his eyes.Only his sharp jawline was visible.His skin was very pale, almost sickly.Up close, even the bluish veins beneath his skin could be seen.Blake felt he might genuinely be ill."Brody!" Tristan called out.Brody retreated into the shadows like a ghost.Blake no longer paid attention to him.Tristan smiled. "Officer Hilton, why aren't you drinking the tea?""Aren't you curious about Brody's relationship with Yvonne?"Blake replied coldly, "Not at all. I'm not drinking tea because I'm afraid you've poisoned it."Tristan downed the cooled tea in his own cup - showing that it wasn't poisoned.Blake ignored h
After lunch, Whitney and Caleb returned home.Caleb shared the planned arrangements with Whitney."We'll leave in a week."Whitney asked, "Why wait a week? Yvonne has already been gone for a while. Isn't it urgent?"Caleb held her in his arms. "Blake has already gone. Give him a week to stir things up."Whitney nodded."And with Tristan's suspicious nature, he's likely to suspect I might show up.""Doesn't that mean you'll be in danger?"Caleb picked her up and headed straight into the bathroom."I’ll work a little harder within the following week."Whitney was rendered speechless.He avoided answering the question directly, so she stopped asking.Whatever answer he gave, he was going to go anyway.They spent almost the entire week at home.Before he left, Caleb asked her, "What are your plans?"Whitney said, "No plans for now. I’ll be totaling relying on you.""Alright." Caleb leaned down and kissed her. "Take good care of yourself this month. If anything comes up, go
To be able to say something like that with a smile—her heart must have hurt terribly.Millie cut in. "Don't get anxious ahead of time. Things are different this time.""Yvonne is already over there. Caleb will sneak in quietly. Blake will bring his team into position. They’ll coordinate things from inside and outside—it's way better than one person charging in recklessly. I actually think there won't be any life-threatening danger. Even if Tristan is like a king over there, there's still law and order now. He has to play by the rules."She pulled Whitney over. "I heard you're planning to have a baby with Caleb? Let me give you some advice."Lia allowed the young people talk amongst themselves and continued making breakfast.Janet walked in.Lia asked, "What are your thoughts?"Janet said, "What else can I say? Everyone has their own path to walk. As parents, as grandparents, we just have to be prepared for the worst."During breakfast, Caleb and Blake still hadn't come in.The
It looked like she was caught in a dilemma."How about you dry my hair for me?"No one responded.Caleb walked closer and pressed the back of his hand against her cheek.Whitney shivered from the cold and instantly became angry."Why did you take a cold shower again! It's spring, but it’s still cold! Do you not want to recover at all?"Caleb froze. "What’s up with the sudden temper?"Whitney had spoken too hastily and was now panting. She now needed some time to catch her breath"I’m angry because you’re being annoying.""Alright, alright." Caleb pulled her into his arms. "Warm me up."Whitney pulled the blanket over him and got up to dry his hair.Caleb could tell she had something on her mind.And it was about him, or she wouldn't have gotten so upset.After she finished drying his hair, he pulled her back into the covers."Did Georgina call you?""How did you know?" Whitney was surprised. "Now that’s scary."Caleb said, "If I were really that sharp, I wouldn't have g
Caleb held her in his arms, twirling a strand of her hair, his voice gentle. "Tristan isn't stupid, and he's very suspicious. Back at that wedding, Blake wanted my help. We had everything planned. But then..."Then because of her job transfer, something unexpected happened.Whitney suddenly sat up, startling Caleb."What's wrong?" He thought her serious expression was oddly cute and a little funny.Whitney said, "Was my transfer...?""It wasn't that." Caleb had checked—there was nothing wrong with the transfer."But I do have a question," he continued. "Why didn't you tell your superiors about Tristan's dirty dealings?"Whitney said, "If I knew about it, why wouldn't the higher-ups? When they notified me, they had already decided to work with Tristan. I was just supposed to take him to inspect the site."She thought for a moment. "Even if I said something, the superiors wouldn't believe me...""You're suspecting there's something wrong with your superior, right?" Caleb pointed