LOGINUnderstanding exactly what his wife wanted, Cale could only let out a long breath and shake his head faintly. He refused her unspoken request. To him, this was not the right time.Then he looked at Naomi for several seconds. “I did know your father well.”“That’s not an answer,” Naomi shot back at o
“Why not?” Naomi demanded, unable to hide the indignation in her voice. “They were my parents. Why can’t I visit their graves?”Cale took a slow step toward her while Naomi continued glaring at him.The photo frame was still in her hands as the atmosphere in the room tightened even further. Her fing
“Aunt Lydia!” the little girl squealed dramatically. “I missed you!”She bolted straight toward Lydia, completely ignoring her father’s warning to be careful. The young man who had seemed absorbed in his own world suddenly broke into a run as well.“Oh, my darlings!” Lydia welcomed them warmly.She
Three days after arriving in Hong Kong, Naomi’s fever had finally broken completely.Her body still tired easily, but color had begun to return to her once-pale face. The room prepared for her was on the eastern side of the mansion, overlooking a wide garden with a small pond and carefully arranged
Several minutes later, Falcon raised a hand.Everything stopped.Andrew collapsed face-first onto the floor, his body trembling from pain.“Why are you still holding on?” Falcon asked.Andrew spat blood across the marble, then looked up at him through swollen eyes. “Because... there are people worth
Don Falcon’s study still carried the remains of anger that had not yet burned itself out.A crystal glass lay shattered in the corner, its fragments glittering across the marble floor. One chair had been shoved violently out of place, and the heavy scent of alcohol mixed with cigarette smoke lingere
Cale’s words left Lydia silent for several seconds.Her hand, which had still been gently massaging his temple, slowly stopped. She allowed him to sit back up beside her. Even then, Cale didn’t look away from her, as though there was something he needed to make clear.She stared at him—now fully awa
Harold coughed. Blood trickled from his nose and split his lip. Still, he let out a weak laugh—thin, broken, but stubborn.Cale leaned down slightly.“Do you know the consequences of what you’ve done?” His voice was low, heavy with pressure. “Because of you, my family lived under constant fear for w
The pain no longer mattered. There was only one thought in his mind.Get out. Be free.At last, he reached the door. His trembling hand reached for the handle. He pulled it with all the strength he had left. The door opened. No guards blocked their way.None.Beyond it, the corridor lay empty. Harol
The concrete room fell silent again after the call ended.The spotlight above Harold’s head still blazed harshly, throwing sharp shadows across a face already mottled with bruises. One of his hands remained bound behind the metal chair. Dried blood clung to the corner of his lips, and the swelling o







