LOGINIt took Sydney a moment to understand what he meant. Under that steady, piercing gaze, guilt flickered through her, as if she were the one at fault."I was going to tell you," she said.Even if he hadn't asked last night, she had already decided she would."When?" Julian's tone carried disbelief. It showed on his face as much as in his voice.Sydney stayed silent for a moment before lifting her eyes. Her voice sharpened. "And what explanation were you planning to give me? The same as last night? No explanation at all, just walking away again?"Her composure broke, and the hurt surfaced beneath her words.Julian's brow twitched. He hadn't meant to push her that far. Gently, he rubbed her head and lowered his voice. "Precious, tell me first. What do you want to do about this?"Sydney didn't stop to wonder whether he would protect Eloise. Her answer was steady, every word deliberate. "I want the person who did wrong to pay the price. That's not too much to ask, is it?"Her gaze wa
Ten minutes later, the moment Raymond saw who had so naturally claimed the passenger seat, his face darkened. Every trace of civility vanished.Tiffany, though, was all smiles. She tilted her red lips in a teasing curve and jerked her chin toward the back seat. "Raymond, you've met before. Back in uni."Glen Linus lifted an eyebrow, then turned and offered a polite nod. "Mr. Hutton, long time no see. I'm—""Long time no see. Sure." Raymond cut him off coldly. He rolled down the window and stared at the stream of cars racing past, his expression stormy, like a man freshly betrayed.He didn't need an introduction. Even if Glen turned to dust, Raymond would still recognize him. Back then, if not for Glen, he never would have agreed to break up with Tiffany.The man who had torn them apart had vanished overseas. And now, years later, he had the nerve to return as if nothing had happened.Glen didn't look the least bit uneasy. He even smiled faintly. "Mr. Hutton, you haven't changed a
Mabel was in her 60s, yet her thoughts were more naive than a woman in her 20s. Did she really believe that someone like Raymond—someone from that family—would marry a woman whose background was a walking disaster?The Huttons didn't need their daughter-in-law to be a political asset, but she certainly couldn't be a liability. Not to Raymond, and not to the family name.When Diana had first approached her to "talk sense," Tiffany's pride had shattered to dust. She had been foolish then, unable to grasp why family background alone could draw such a sharp, merciless line between her and Raymond.Years later, after working and struggling on her own, she understood too well. If she were in Diana's position, she might have done the same thing.Raymond caught every flicker of self-mockery on her face but said nothing. He only turned to Mabel with quiet courtesy."Mrs. Voss, I'm sorry, I'm not as rich as you think," he said with a helpless shrug, his expression sincere. "I'm just a salar
"Wrong." Tiffany's tone was cool and deliberate. "They have money. More than I do."Under the bald man's dumbfounded stare, she pointed toward the house. "This place may be small, but it's worth enough to cover the debt."It was an old courtyard home in the heart of Jouleston. It was a small plot, but that meant a fortune in this district. They could sell it or mortgage it to the bank. Either way, it would be enough.Her voice carried now, loud enough for the thugs, and for Stanley and Mabel upstairs to hear her clearly.The bald man hadn't even spoken when Stanley's furious voice exploded from the window.He leaned out, finger trembling with rage. "You ungrateful brat! Sell this house? Where do you expect me, your mother, and your brother to live? You're heartless! You've turned your back on your own family! We slaved for years to send you to the university, and this is how you repay us?"The outburst didn't surprise Tiffany. It wasn't even the first time he'd screamed those wor
Sydney felt a sudden calm settle in her chest. She turned to Tiffany and saw Raymond speak first. "Sydney, go with Julian to the car.""Right." Tiffany had been thinking the same thing. If she had known her family would cause this much trouble, she would not have agreed to bring Sydney. It was dangerous. Even a shove or a fall could hurt the baby.Tiffany patted Sydney's shoulder and gave a quick nod. "Go. I can handle this.""Don't worry," Raymond added without moving. "If she can't handle it, I will."Sydney had already guessed Raymond wanted a second chance. She saw Tiffany did not mind and nodded. "All right. I'll go."With Raymond there, the men would not dare get rough.The thugs tried to block Sydney, but when they looked toward the alley mouth and saw who waited, their faces turned white. They realized how much trouble they had nearly provoked.Sydney walked to the car.Tiffany stayed calm. She handed the loan contract back to the bald man."You sure you still want me
It was not that Tiffany feared exposure. It was who would know. If it had been anyone else, she would have died of shame.On the surface, Tiffany seemed untouchable. She worked at a top-tier law firm, built a gold-medal reputation, wore sharp suits, and kept a calm poise. Behind that shine, her family rotted at the roots.Sydney reached over and patted her head, gentle but firm."Even if it were someone else, it wouldn't matter, Tiffany. None of this is your fault. You've already done more than enough."She had not chosen her bloodline. Whatever her birth parents had done, she had no say in it.…Tiffany's family still lived in an old, unrenovated alley in Jouleston.Neon lights lit the sky. The air smelled of street food and carried steady chatter. The closer they came to her house, the quieter it grew.The silence felt heavy enough that Sydney took Tiffany's hand without thinking."It really feels like something's wrong," she murmured."Wrong…" Tiffany tried to dismiss it,







