登入"Ma'am." Eleanor's voice finally broke the silence in the living room. "Archie once asked me to avoid Greta."Grace was not surprised. She placed her teacup down and looked at her daughter-in-law with a calm gaze. "Did he say why?""No. But he never asks for anything without a reason," Eleanor replied hesitantly, afraid of offending Grace.Grace nodded slowly, lingeringly. "I sense it too." She drew a breath. "But I am too old to turn away a hand that is extended without seeing what lies beneath it. If she is sincere, I do not want to be the one who closes the door. If not..." She offered a faint smile. "I would rather see it with my own eyes.""Then I am going with you.""Eleanor—""You must not go there alone," Eleanor said quietly, though leaving no room for argument. "In Greta's eyes, I am the one at fault. If anyone needs to be guarded against, I am the one who should be there."Grace looked at her, then gave a short, warm laugh as she patted the back of Eleanor's hand. "This chi
The first light of dawn was just touching the edge of the curtains when Eleanor opened her eyes.The first thing she noticed was that the side of the bed next to her was already empty. The second was a small black suitcase standing near the door.Archie stood in front of the mirror, buttoning his shirt cuffs with movements that were slower than usual. His gray suit jacket was draped over the arm of a chair. Beneath his eyes were dark shadows that could not be hidden—a clear sign that he had barely slept all night."Mr. Archie?" Eleanor's voice was still raspy. "Where are you going so early? And... that suitcase?"Archie turned around. "The grand opening of the first phase of the shopping center in the neighboring city. The investors and bank representatives will be there; I can't delegate it." He paused briefly, as though he hadn't planned his next sentence. "I tried to push it back last night. I couldn't.""For how long?" Eleanor was suddenly curious."Until tomorrow night," Archie r
The dial tone rang only twice before Greta's voice came through, calm and far too relaxed for this late hour. "I didn't expect you to call this soon, Paula." Paula sat on the edge of her bed, her back straight, one hand clutching her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "I don't have time for small talk. Archibald Richter called me to his office today. He talked about reputation, evaluation, about how investor representatives must maintain their conduct." Paula scoffed. "He didn't mention Eleanor's name once, but I know damn well that was her doing." On the other end of the line, Greta did not immediately reply. The soft clink of a porcelain cup being placed on a saucer could be heard. "He didn't mention anything that could be used as evidence," Greta repeated softly, sounding more like she was weighing options than asking a question. "Just a subtle warning through business channels." "Yes. And I'm not going to just sit still." "Of course you won't sit stil
The iron gates of the Hazelwood estate opened slowly as Paula's car came to a halt in front of them. Garden lights lined the driveway, reflecting off the calm surface of the pond as if this grand estate had never known chaos. Paula stepped out of the car without waiting for her driver to open the door. Her heels clicked sharply against the stone floor, far too fast for a woman who usually walked as if the entire world were waiting for her. "Miss, Mr. Edmund is asking for you in his study," a servant said the moment Paula passed through the main entrance. Paula's steps paused for half a second. Just half a second, but it was enough for the servant to bow deeper. "Now?" Paula's expression turned slightly irritated, her mood already soured. "He has been waiting since evening, Miss," the servant replied, keeping her head bowed. Paula took a breath, smoothed a stray strand of hair from her temple, and lifted her chin. She walked toward the study at the end of the corridor wit
The tense silence that had hung between them did not last long.Paula's face, which had previously only hinted at anger, grew even harder, her jaw clenching tightly to contain an ego that had just been so deeply bruised."Exhausted?" Paula repeated the word with a mocking tone, her eyes narrowing sharply as she stared at Julian. "You say you're exhausted of being treated like this? After everything my family has given you?"Julian did not answer, merely glaring back at Paula with a hardened jaw, trying his utmost to restrain himself from being provoked any further.However, Paula had no intention of stopping there. She stepped closer, standing so near that Julian could feel her ragged breath held in anger."Do you think you can talk to me like that, and everything will just be fine?" Paula hissed, her voice low but filled with an unmasked threat. "I can easily pull my family's entire investment out of your company, Julian. One phone call, and your small construction company could coll
Julian's office door was shoved open violently without a single knock, making him startle as his gaze immediately shifted from his computer screen to the door.Julian's brow furrowed deeply seeing Paula walk into his workspace so abruptly.Paula stepped inside with a face that still retained the annoyance she had brought from the Richter Company, her high heels clicking loudly against the marble floor, her eyes narrowing sharply the moment she saw Julian sitting calmly behind his desk."Julian," Paula called out, her voice trembling with anger that had not fully subsided. "Are you still in contact with Eleanor?"Julian frowned, placing his pen down slowly. "What do you mean? In contact how? Why are you suddenly asking that? You know very well my relationship with Eleanor ended since that night.""Don't pretend you don't understand!" Paula approached, stopping right in front of Julian's desk with her breath still coming in gasps. "She must still be holding a grudge against me, and that







