MasukBruce set down the cup, his eyes somber. "Just give me a little more time."Peter was only an ordinary man, yet Bruce's methods had been too mild. Since Peter refused the easy way, he would have to face the hard one. In this world, no one could withstand him to the end."Are you hungry?" The oppressive tension around Bruce vanished in an instant. He slipped an arm around Isolde's shoulder with ease. "There's a kitchen here. I'll cook for you. What do you want to eat?"The shift in topic was abrupt, but Isolde glanced at the wall clock. It was 5:00 p.m. It was the usual time to start preparing dinner.A small smile tugged at her lips. No matter how turbulent things became or what dark matters occupied him, he never forgot that when the time came, his Isolde needed to eat.That quiet thoughtfulness sent a steady warmth through her chest.She tilted her head and rested it on his shoulder, her voice soft and unconsciously dependent. "Hubby, I love everything you make..."Bruce lower
"However, within just a few days after Martha's death, the social donations David received quickly covered the surgery costs, and Chloe underwent the bone marrow transplant immediately."Each word hammered Isolde's heart.Those scattered, strange details connected through an invisible thread, gradually outlining a hair-raising truth. She shivered as a chill shot from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head. Even her breathing grew labored.Bruce's cold voice rang out like the final gavel of judgment. "Martha's death was planned by them. They traded one life for their daughter's survival and the security of her future."Isolde swayed, her legs weakening. 'A life for a life…'To avoid hitting Martha, she had crashed into a tree and suffered injuries. Because she believed she had implicated Martha, guilt and distress consumed her, and she had constantly thought about how to compensate the family.She had even forgiven Peter, who had nearly killed her. Yet in the end, even Mar
The joy on David's face stiffened. He sighed, set the heavy case on the bedside cabinet, and opened it to reveal a staggering amount of cash.His tone grew complicated. "Chloe, it's not that your uncle is greedy. This… This is also what your father instructed. Look, this kind person just donated 280,000 dollars all at once. 280,000 dollars."With this money, combined with what we had before, never mind your illness. Your life for the next 20 years… No, for the rest of your life, is settled. You can live peacefully until you're old."Your father went through all this trouble just to arrange everything for your future. You have to understand his painstaking efforts and not let him down. Do you hear me?"Chloe frowned, confused. "Arrange my remaining life? Uncle David, what do you mean? Is Dad… not going to take care of me anymore? Where is he going?"David's eyes flickered as he avoided her gaze. He opened his mouth.After a long pause, he finally spoke with difficulty, his words v
Isolde approached the inpatient reception desk and addressed the nurse, who was looking down while organizing medical records, in a soft voice. "Hello, nurse. Could you tell me which ward Chloe Martinez is in?"At the sound of her voice, the nurse looked up. Her gaze instinctively fell first on the expensive-looking metal case in Isolde's hand.A look of recognition—almost as if to say, here we go again—crossed her face. Without much enthusiasm, she pointed down the corridor. "Are you here to donate? Go straight to 5204. Someone there is responsible for collecting the money and handling registration."Isolde paused, momentarily stunned. 'Someone is specifically in charge of collecting money?'She understood each word on its own, but together, in the context of a hospital ward, they carried an indescribable sense of unease.A faint layer of doubt clouded her thoughts.After a brief hesitation, she chose not to go herself. Instead, she handed the metal case to one of Bruce's bodygu
Isolde took a deep breath and gently clasped Bruce's hand. Her face remained pale, and she looked fragile, yet her back was perfectly straight. "I know. I won't be affected by his words, much less be held hostage by those discussions. But..."She lifted her gaze, her eyes filled with loathing and determination. "The person behind this, the one who planned everything, took an innocent life, destroyed a family, and dragged my name through the mud. I will hunt them down. I'll make them pay for everything they've done."She stressed each word with sharp emphasis. "They'll pay the price."...After leaving the press conference venue, Isolde spoke in a low voice. "Will Peter... be sentenced?""No." Bruce's tone was cold. "He won't have the chance to go to prison."Isolde's breath hitched, and her heart skipped a beat.Bruce treated her with such care and gentleness that she had almost forgotten he was the infamous, ruthless Prince.Peter had publicly tried to stab her. To Bruce, pris
It was like a poison-tipped ice pick driving ruthlessly into Isolde's heart. Her body gave a slight, almost imperceptible tremble. The wound in her palm throbbed even more.Below the stage, the media and onlookers, stunned by the sudden assassination attempt, broke into uncontrollable whispers after the initial, deathly silence."Come to think of it, Peter's words are harsh but not entirely wrong. Isolde definitely didn't hit anyone, but Martha was chosen precisely to frame her. The source of the family's tragedy... it does point back to her.""Yeah, Peter went too far, and using a knife is unacceptable, but look at him. His wife is dead, his daughter is in the ICU with leukemia, and his elderly mother has collapsed. His whole home fell apart in an instant. Who could endure that? Who wouldn't be filled with hate?""But what did Isolde do wrong? She crashed into a tree to protect Martha and got hurt herself. She was nearly killed by Peter just now. She's a victim, through and throug
Bruce's eyes swept over the ten male models like a blade, then settled heavily on her. "Didn't Mrs. Princeton say she would invite me for coffee? I have time now."Isolde froze, momentarily at a loss for words."It's midnight. What coffee are you talking about?" she asked.Bruce stood in the door
Alan stared fixedly at the young face before him, a face with no blood relation to his own. His chest rose and fell sharply. At last, he closed his eyes.When he opened them again, all warmth had drained away, leaving only cold resolve. He spoke hoarsely. "Send him back to the Carters."Alan would
Everyone's eyes tracked his movement and fixed on the final line of the report.[DNA analysis confirms there is no blood relation between Alan Princeton and Ethan Princeton]The bold black words seared into Alan's retinas like a red-hot brand."H-How could this be? No… No blood relation?" Someone
Bruce walked over and handed Isolde a cup of hot milk."Feeling sorry for him?" His voice betrayed neither anger nor pleasure, yet it made her teeth ache with tension. "Want me to call him up and offer him a glass of water?"The warmth seeped from her palms straight to her heart, easing the tightn







