LOGINHalfway through the meal, Tiffany finally noticed something was off about Sydney's mood."Feeling down because Alan and his wife moved back home?" she asked, half-teasing.Sydney let out a small, helpless laugh. "How could I?"Alan lived only a short drive from Haven. That hardly counted as a farewell worth tears."Then what is it?" Tiffany pressed, raising a brow as she spat out a chicken bone and reached for her beer."Julian found out." Sydney paused, realizing how vague that sounded, then added quietly, "He knows my adoptive parents' deaths were Eloise's doing."Tiffany froze mid-bite, appetite forgotten. "And what did he say?"No one knew better than she did how that truth had always been the deepest thorn in Sydney's heart. As long as it remained there, Sydney and Julian could never truly be together.Sydney lowered her head with a wry smile, aimed at herself and her own foolish hope."He didn't say anything. Got a call in the middle of it. Eloise fainted, and he left."
Ever since learning the truth, Sydney had found herself repeating the same thought: 'If only Julian weren't a Sterling. If only he weren't Eloise's grandson.'Then maybe she wouldn't have to keep hesitating—wouldn't have to stand here, torn between him and the ghosts of her parents, forcing him to choose between love and blood.Who was she kidding, anyway?But when those words reached Julian, they carried a bitter edge of irony.Not Eloise's biological grandson? That didn't make him any less of a Sterling. The blood in his veins was still theirs. The power Eloise had used to destroy Sydney's parents had come from that same family name.His gaze fixed on her face. He wanted to promise that Eloise would pay for everything, that he'd make sure of it. But compared to the two lives already lost, any vow of retribution felt hollow. Nothing could change the fact that Sydney had grown up without her parents.Still, some things had to be said, no matter how painful. What came after would
"I did," Elliot said after a brief pause, his tone certain. "I even had someone pull the original case file. It was officially ruled an accident."Julian's gaze darkened. After a moment's thought, he gave a quiet, deliberate order. "Send someone to Brimcrest again. Go over that file thoroughly."There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line. "You think…"Before he could finish, realization struck."I'll get someone on it right away," Elliot said quickly.He then recalled something and added, "Oh, one more thing. Tonight, Madam Sterling went to a villa in the western suburbs. She didn't bring anyone—not even her driver. Only Jason followed her."After all this time keeping tabs on Eloise, this was the first sign of movement since Flint's release.A humorless laugh slipped from Julian's throat. "She went to meet him, didn't she?""We're not sure yet," Elliot replied. "But right after Madam Sterling arrived, a man in his 50s walked out of the villa. He was drivin
The implication in Eliana's tone was unmistakable. She believed the baby Sydney carried was Julian's.'But the gestational age listed on that ultrasound report…' A faint, dangerous thought flickered through Julian's mind.Just as it began to form, Alan's gruff voice cut in, sharp enough to snuff it out. "Enough. Sydney's never said who the father is. What's the point of guessing? I'm already upset that her brother here can't even look after her properly."The thought vanished instantly, and a wry smile tugged at Julian's lips. 'Of course. What was I thinking? As if I have any right to hope the child is mine.'He lowered his gaze and said evenly, "You're right. I didn't take good enough care of her."When she was a child, he had failed to protect her. Now, even as an adult, he still had not.…Dinner ended quietly.The elderly couple insisted on returning home, unwilling to impose further, and refused to let Sydney or Julian see them off.Julian could only tell Peter to drive t
Back then, the whole affair had caused quite a stir. The Huttons held immense power, and Old Z had gone into hiding like a turtle in its shell to keep the little girl's whereabouts secret. Eventually, desperate and cornered, he had come to them for help.Coincidentally, they had a shipment bound for Southeast Lavia that night, so they sent the girl along with the cargo.But the universe's musings were cruel. Not long after she arrived, the entire operation was raided by the police in a cross-border bust.The girl vanished. No one ever found her—neither alive nor dead.The driver's mind clicked as he pieced it together. "So you mean that Dr. Wilson could be…"Jeremiah only smiled faintly, saying nothing.The driver gave a half-joking, half-sympathetic sigh. "Then Dr. Wilson's really been unlucky. All these years, Eloise has been tormenting her, thinking she was her enemy's daughter. Poor woman's been carrying the blame for someone else."…Sydney drove straight back to Haven. Ev
That single sentence made every nerve in Sydney's body tense. Her guard rose to its highest level in an instant. Almost no one knew her true background. Besides her aunt and a few of her late parents' colleagues, only Tiffany had ever been told.And Jeremiah was from Jouleston. How could he possibly know?She quickly masked her confusion, her tone calm but edged with steel."Mr. Clifford, are you saying you know who my parents are?" she asked evenly.Her words carried two meanings. On the surface, she referred to her adoptive parents, the couple who had died years ago. Yet almost no one even knew that truth. Not her mentor, not Marcus, not the Shepard family.Hence, how could Jeremiah, a man who had only recently returned to the country, possibly know? And if he truly did, did that mean he knew who her biological parents were?Jeremiah smiled faintly, his expression unreadable. "Why don't we talk in the car?""I'd rather we talk here." She glanced at her watch. "I still have thi







