Catherine's POV
I slept soundly. The next morning, I felt refreshed. Maybe it was because Blake apologized to me yesterday, which made me feel less pressure, so I didn't suffer from insomnia again. "Where's your daddy?" I went downstairs and found Noah sitting alone at the table. I couldn't help asking. Noah pointed outside the door and said, "Daddy said he'd skip breakfast because something came up at work." "OK." I frowned. Did he really have something urgent to deal with? Or did he deliberately take off in advance just to avoid the embarrassment? I had no idea. But anyway, he made it a lot easier for me. After breakfast, Dowen sent the children to school. I arrived at the office and began my busy day's work. I had reached a consensus with Melinda, and we had our eyes on several people. So, while I was working, I was also secretly observing. I wanted to find the person who tripped me that day. I had to know. I wouldnThird 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
Third Person's POV"Is that so? How much is the rent? Don't you need to sign a contract?"Sunny couldn't grasp the wealthy mindset where money was just a number.To her, renting a place meant contracts and timely payments."Don't worry about it. Just move in and make yourself comfortable. I'll handle the rent," Leo reassured her, gently smoothing her tousled hair."Go take a shower and change clothes. I'll drive you over to check out the place."Seeing his confidence, Sunny trusted him implicitly and went to freshen up.Leo changed into casual clothes, and together they wheeled the trunks out the door."Why does this feel like I'm going on vacation? We're actually breaking up!" Sunny said with a mix of laughter and tears."Just treat it like a vacation. No need for mental pressure. And stop sneaking tears. Unhappiness ages you quickly," Leo teased as he loaded the trunks into the elevator."Are you implying I'm ol
Third Person's POV"I'll close the window." Leo watched the rain drift in and rose, standing naked before the window.Despite their recent passion, his heart felt colder and heavier than the rain."Don't stand there like that, you'll catch a cold."Sunny, tucked under the covers, saw him staring blankly out the window and quickly warned him.It was still spring, and the air was chilly, yet Leo seemed oblivious to the cold.Suddenly, he pressed a hand to his forehead. A surge of pain welled up inside him, unbidden tears reddening his eyes.Sunny slipped out of bed, threw on a coat, and fetched his robe, draping it over his broad shoulders.The man spun around and crushed her in his arms, as if to meld her into his very being, to prevent her escape.Sunny sensed the reluctant sorrow in his embrace—she felt the same ache.Yet separation was inevitable."Sunny, wait for me. It won't be long..." Leo murmur
Third Person's POVSunny's fingers clenched beneath the covers, her expression momentarily freezing.She couldn't quite feign indifference, despite her mental preparation."Is that so? Then let's do as Patricia says. I don't want to put you in a difficult position, nor do I have the face to meet your family!" she said, striving to steady her voice."Sorry, I can't reason with Patricia right now. She's very upset and I can't bear to worry her at her age," Leo said, his voice laced with guilt and self-reproach.Sunny let out a faint laugh. "Don't be like that. I've known deep down that our fate has truly run its course. If we can't change this reality, then let's accept it calmly."Hearing her nonchalance, Leo's eyes widened in surprise—could she truly have decided to let go?"This is just a temporary separation. Once the truth about your mother comes to light, I believe Patricia will accept you," Leo said in a low voice.S