LOGINThe preparations felt less like an upcoming family gathering and more like the calm before a war.By late afternoon, Lydia began helping Naomi study some of the basic etiquette required for facing the Chen family elders.“Don’t openly argue with them,” Lydia advised while opening a thin notebook ins
“The right pavilion has been prepared for you, Miss Chen. Meanwhile, Master Kai and Mrs. Lydia will stay in the left pavilion.”Naomi frowned deeply. “Why are they so far apart? Move my room closer.”“That’s not possible, Miss Chen. Master Kai and Mrs. Lydia already—”Ah.Naomi suddenly understood e
“You’re… serious?”The question slipped out the moment Naomi stepped into the dining room. She had just overheard Cale informing Lydia that for the next few days, they would be staying at the Chen family’s main residence.Naomi had thought Lydia would disagree.But instead…“Yes, I think you’re righ
Naomi drew in a small breath.The way Cale said it sounded painful. As though the memories he spoke about had truly happened right in front of him.As though he had personally witnessed all of it.“So I really was troublesome even as a child?” she asked softly, trying to ease the tightness growing i
The mansion felt far quieter than usual that night.The rain that had been falling since the afternoon had faded into nothing more than a soft drizzle outside the windows. Most of the lights throughout the house had already been turned off, leaving only dim pools of light along the main corridors an
A moment later, Brandon entered with an expression far more serious than usual.“Is this one of your new habits now?” Cale asked without lifting his gaze from the report he still hadn’t finished reviewing. “You should know I’m starting to hate it.”Brandon let out a quiet laugh.He then asked everyo
“You should probably head home first, Mr. Daven,” Arsen suggested, glancing at him. Daven had been staring straight ahead at the road, his expression far too calm and much quieter than he’d been on the drive from SunCity to Mighatan. Was it because they’d just visited his grandmother’s grave?Arsen
The room fell silent. Her final words lingered in the air, heavy, pressing, leaving an ache of unanswered questions in their wake.A short-haired reporter rose slowly to his feet; his eyes locked on the screen as if searching Althea’s face for the truth. He lifted his hand, and his voice rang out cl
Althea looked at him in confusion but eventually rose to her feet. Her heart churned with questions, each one darker than the last, anger swelling with every beat—especially because Daven’s name was once again being tied to hers.How could something so absurd, so utterly reckless, spread like wildfi
Vanessa’s face was a wreck. Tears slipped down her cheeks, but instead of sympathy, the reporters cheered at the sight, capturing every drop as proof of her downfall.Then, suddenly, the feed shifted again. Vanessa’s image vanished, replaced by the gleaming lobby of a grand building. The massive log







