LOGIN“You… don’t want to tell me?” Lydia asked.She had been patient—waiting, giving him time—but ever since she asked that question, Cale had chosen silence. As if it were something so easy for him to ignore.“Not every promise… is something you need to know,” Cale said shortly.The answer left Lydia st
As if asking her to return to him—to the version of her that smiled easily, without the lingering tension from this morning.No matter what, Cale still cared about how she felt.“Of course.” Lydia gave a faint smile, slipping her hand into his.Their fingers intertwined.Andrew quickly stepped forwa
“Where is she?” Lydia asked, her voice edged with confusion.Her eyes kept searching for the girl she had just been talking to. As she stepped out of the restroom area, her pace slowed, her breath still slightly uneven—as if she had left something behind in there. Not an object. Not a sound.A feeli
Naomi nodded again without hesitation. “Ah, I should get back to work.” She picked up a few cleaning tools, moving quickly—until—“Ouch!” Naomi winced, instinctively grabbing her wrist.A dark bruise was visible there.“I should go,” she added quickly.“Are you okay?” Lydia asked, startled by what s
The Berlin sky was bright that afternoon, but Lydia’s mood was anything but light. She wandered through a city park without direction, letting her steps carry her wherever they pleased. The rustling trees, the soft breeze, the people passing by—it all faded into the background.There was only one th
The building rose high in the heart of Berlin’s business district, its wide glass panels reflecting the bright midday sky while the traffic below moved in steady order. The car carrying Cale came to a smooth stop at the main entrance, and without delay, a staff member stepped forward to greet him wi
“I can get through this,” Althea told herself.The courtroom felt like a battlefield. Every word was a bullet, every piece of evidence a weapon. Dozens of eyes locked on the two women standing face to face—Vanessa Blake and Althea Grayson.The judge struck the gavel. “Plaintiff, you may begin your q
“What brings you here?” Chris asked, tone iced with annoyance. Even as Cale’s brother, he could be infuriating—especially where business was concerned.Cale strolled without hurry, clad in a black suit and wearing a smug, unreadable smile. He collapsed into the empty chair, crossing one leg over the
“You bet I am,” Chase said, reaching down to take Josh’s hand as well. He guided them both toward a private dining room. “I’m sure everything’s been perfectly prepared.”It didn’t take long before they arrived at a quiet room on the top floor, with sweeping views of Mighatan’s glittering skyline. A
Althea laughed softly. “Of course, sweetheart. Just take it slow. No need to rush—it’s not good for your stomach.”The conversation unfolded in an easy warmth. Mrs. Yoshida spoke about her tireless efforts in hosting charity events to support education, not only in Mighatan but also in nearby cities







