Third Person's POV
"Was I too busy on my wedding day and forgot? Don't take it to heart. I've let go of any resentment," Catherine said indifferently.
"Catherine, Gina's mental health has improved. I've brought her home. She feels remorseful about the past. I could have her apologize to you in person," Troy said abruptly.
"Is that so? If she's better, let her stay home and behave. There's no need for an apology. I'm swamped lately and have no time to meet her," Catherine's expression turned cold at the mention of Gina. The lingering pain from her injury made forgiveness impossible.
Troy, caught off guard, fell silent.
"What do you really want? Spit it out!" Catherine urged, sensing his unspoken request.
"I was fired by Nick. I want my job back. Can you put in a good word for me?" Troy blurted out.
Catherine's face twitched. Troy had worked for Nick, who apparently valued him—until now.
"Sorry, I don't have a close relatio
Third Person's POV"Was I too busy on my wedding day and forgot? Don't take it to heart. I've let go of any resentment," Catherine said indifferently."Catherine, Gina's mental health has improved. I've brought her home. She feels remorseful about the past. I could have her apologize to you in person," Troy said abruptly."Is that so? If she's better, let her stay home and behave. There's no need for an apology. I'm swamped lately and have no time to meet her," Catherine's expression turned cold at the mention of Gina. The lingering pain from her injury made forgiveness impossible.Troy, caught off guard, fell silent."What do you really want? Spit it out!" Catherine urged, sensing his unspoken request."I was fired by Nick. I want my job back. Can you put in a good word for me?" Troy blurted out.Catherine's face twitched. Troy had worked for Nick, who apparently valued him—until now."Sorry, I don't have a close relatio
Third Person's POV"Moira, I can't shake this guilt. I can't bear the pressure of my mom being locked up and still want to enjoy Leo's kindness. It's too painful. So, I've decided to end this relationship. I know it's cowardly, but I need to get it over with," Sunny said with a self-mocking smile, shocking Moira again."Sunny, why would you do this? If Leo loves you, he'll forgive you. Why leave?"Moira was worried and heartbroken, fearing Sunny was making a mistake."Not all love stories have happy endings. I used to think love had to lead to happiness, but some things are out of our control. Our feud, though not our doing, ties us together. Can we really love each other in good conscience?"Sunny's eyes welled up. She dared not dwell on their relationship. Memories of Leo flooded her mind, causing her unbearable pain.Moira looked into her eyes and sighed, "Alright, if you've thought it through, I support you. I've raised you for over twen
Third Person's POV"Will you not plead for your mother?"Patricia called out as Sunny grabbed her bag and rose to leave.Sunny's grip on her bag tightened. She bit her lip and said, "I'm ashamed to beg for her. If she's wrong, then she is.""Good, you're a sensible child. Take care." Patricia appreciated Sunny's stubborn yet reasonable nature.Sunny left the building in a daze, hailed a taxi, and, wearing a mask that concealed her eyes brimming with sorrow and despair, tears slid down her cheeks.The beautiful future Leo had painted for her yesterday might have been nothing but a dream.Now, with the dream shattered, it was time for the curtain to fall. Sunny decided to leave—this city, this country, seemed to hold no place for her anymore.At that moment, her phone rang.Seeing Moira's name, she answered.Moira's anxious voice immediately came through, "Sunny, have you seen the news? Your and Olivia's past
Third Person's POVHer animosity toward Olivia resurfaced, a deep-seated hatred now reignited."I'll talk to Sunny myself. If you're uncomfortable getting involved, stay out of it."Patricia knew Abigail cherished the restored bond with her sons.She might endure her sorrow for the sake of this mother-son relationship."Thank you, Mom." Abigail was grateful Patricia hadn't forced her to take a stance on the matter."What's there to thank? Someone in this family has to make decisions!" Patricia bit her lip in anger.On the third day after moving to her seaside residence, Sunny received a call from Patricia.She wondered how Patricia had obtained her number but knew she couldn't ignore it. She agreed to meet.Patricia chose an ornate venue, its opulent surroundings exuding an air of solemnity.Dressed in a embroidered robe, Patricia radiated elegance and authority—a far cry from her usual attire.The fo
Third Person's POVAfter leaving the police station, Richard noticed Patricia's pale face and beads of sweat. He immediately supported her, asking with concern, "Mom, what's wrong? You don't look well. Are you upset?""My poor Marc..." Patricia's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.Seeing Olivia's face had reignited her longing for her eldest son. If he were alive today, he would surely have been an outstanding entrepreneur."Mom, don't be sad. Marc wouldn't want to see you cry and hurt yourself over him," Richard said.While Richard harbored hatred for his father, he genuinely cared for his mother.Patricia, unable to contain her sorrow, sat down on a nearby flower bed, covering half her face as tears streamed down. Her heartache was palpable.Richard's expression grew complicated as he watched Patricia cry. For a moment, he stood there, at a loss."Tell me, how did she kill your brother? Why would she do such a thing?"
Third Person's POV"The view here is amazing!" Sunny's face lit up with a smile."Yes, the scenery is beautiful and it's away from the city's hustle and bustle, making it perfect for living," Leo said as he stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and whispering into her ear.Sunny slightly dodged his embrace, her hand instinctively resting on his broad palm. "Without you, I really don't know what I would have done. Leo, thank you for being so good to me. I don't know how to express my gratitude."The next day, Patricia had Richard take her to the police station.She was determined to interrogate Olivia herself, to ask her how she could have the heart to kill a man who loved her so much.Olivia sat at a table, her once lustrous long hair now cut short to ear-length.She looked haggard, her former radiance replaced by pessimism and exhaustion.Richard escorted Patricia into the room. As soon as they entered, Patricia