ログインPeter slumped to the ground. After a long while, he drew a ragged breath that sounded like both a sob and a laugh. "Do I… Do I even have a choice anymore?"If the assassination had succeeded, he could have ended everything with his own death in exchange for his daughter's peace.But it had failed. The evidence was in their hands, and his daughter had become the most dangerous bargaining chip.He spoke slowly, his voice dry as sandpaper. "That person… came to the hospital to find me on February 3rd. He was extremely careful. He found me in a public restroom."At the time, I really… couldn't borrow a single cent more. He said he could help me, as long as I cooperated with him… I don't know who he is, but if you pull the surveillance from the hospital that day, I can recognize him."Isolde's heart skipped. They were getting somewhere. She stood at once and turned toward the door.Peter lunged forward and grabbed her ankle. "Ms. Vancrest!"He lifted his tear-stained face, his eyes f
However, that shock lasted only a blink. In the next second, a murderous light flared in Peter's eyes. He surged to his feet, seized Isolde by the throat, and slammed her against the cold wall."Go to hell!" Peter barked.Isolde neither resisted nor struggled.She simply lifted her gaze and looked calmly at his face, twisted by madness. "Before I came in, I had someone turn off the surveillance. Until you choke me to death, no one will know. You can kill me right now."But if I die, Bruce will have your entire family buried with me, especially Chloe."She won't die as cleanly as I will. She'll suffer endless torture, likely cut into countless chunks, stripped of flesh bit by bit until she dies in agony..."Peter's hands began to shake violently. He let out a hoarse scream as tears and snot streamed down his face. "She doesn't know anything! She's just an innocent child!""Then what about me?" Isolde asked softly, almost on the verge of laughter. "Am I not innocent? You can kill
Bruce 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
At that moment, Isolde wished with all her heart that she truly were Bruce's wife. His cooking skills were astonishing, and he judged the portions perfectly for just the two of them. There was not a single extra bite left for Tom.Isolde hesitated, wondering if she could quickly make Tom a sandwich
After speaking, Bruce stepped forward and got into the same car as Isolde.The door shut, and the car pulled away.Inside, Tom glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Alan collapsed in the snow. Worry creased his face. "Ms. Vancrest, it's freezing out there. He really could freeze to death. Don't y
Martin strode to Isolde's side, his brows drawn tight, his voice low but steady. "Isolde, I don't believe you're the kind of person the news is describing. What's going on?"Isolde stared at the defamatory, twisted reports, a cold sharpness flashing through her eyes.The news had not broken earlie
When Isolde's parents saw her return alone, confusion crossed their faces."Isolde, where's your new boyfriend?" Moira asked.A faint, almost imperceptible awkwardness flickered across her expression. She had not expected the carefully staged performance to unravel so abruptly, all because of Jane







