Se connecterIn other people's eyes, their family backgrounds alone had doomed the relationship from the start. It was unequal, unlikely to end well.So when the Huttons first approached her and slid a high-value check across the table, Tiffany had wavered for a split second.Only a split second.She understood the world's hierarchy. She simply refused to believe that coming from a weaker family made her time and feelings worth less.Something flickered in Raymond's eyes at her words. Then he gave a self-mocking laugh. "You think that's how I see it?"He heard the unspoken warning clearly. She was telling him not to toy with her feelings.Tiffany did not budge. She coolly tossed the question back. "If not, then what?"If there was no future for them, why did he keep showing up?Her gaze remained steady and unflinching.For the first time in a long while, Raymond felt as though he had thrown a punch into cotton."Fine." He nodded, his voice edged with frost. "When you and Glen set a date,
Turning the tables was a professional habit Tiffany had honed over years in court.Raymond had not learned that today. Even when they were dating, the signs had been there. She liked to hold the reins. Whether they advanced or retreated, the decision had to be hers.She had pursued him first. And when they broke up, she had ended it with a single sentence and cut off all contact.Now, when she accused him of eavesdropping, Raymond showed no embarrassment. His voice remained cool. "I'm standing outside my own home. How is that eavesdropping? You just didn't notice me."For a fleeting second, Tiffany thought she heard something almost like grievance in his last sentence. It had to be her imagination.A man born with a silver spoon like Raymond made others feel wronged. He was never the one wronged.She nodded. "Fair enough."With no intention of continuing the conversation, she turned to go inside. As she reached to close the door, he stepped forward and braced a hand against the
When Tiffany left, Glen walked her downstairs. Before he could speak, she pointed toward her car. "You should head back up.""Wait." Glen stepped closer and stopped her. He gathered his thoughts, then said gently, "About what my mom said earlier…""We're friends." Tiffany curved her red lips into a carefree smile. "Sometimes elders say things in passing. I won't take it to heart. And I definitely won't let it affect our many years of revolutionary friendship."It was such a flawless answer that it left him nowhere to go.The implication was unmistakable. If it remained parental teasing, she would treat it as a joke and they would stay good friends. If he chose to pursue it himself, even that friendship might not survive.Glen listened as the corners of his mouth flattened. After a moment, he ventured half-jokingly, "Don't tell me the great Lawyer Voss is still hung up on the same guy?"He did not name him, but they both knew.Tiffany did not pretend otherwise. She gave a soft la
The corner of Raymond's eye lifted almost imperceptibly. He withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened and accepted the document.Just as he lowered his pen to sign, a clear, familiar male voice sounded nearby. "Tiff, sorry to drag you along again to accompany my mom for her follow-up."Raymond did not need to look up to know it was Glen.For some reason, his pen slipped, and a long streak of ink cut across the signature line.The intern, unaware of the shift in the air, sensed only that Raymond's presence had turned colder, the easy composure he usually carried gone."Dr. Hutton, is there something wrong with the document?""Sorry. No." His expression remained unchanged. He set the pen down again, signed swiftly, handed the file back, and slipped his hands into his pockets as he walked toward his office.The intern turned toward HR with the file. After only a few steps, a gust of air brushed past her. She turned instinctively.The doctor who had seemed so unhurried moments e
After hanging up, Julian turned and walked back into the study. As he closed the glass door to the balcony, he lifted his gaze and saw Sydney standing there.He was not surprised. Treated like a national treasure at home, she had finally wrested the task of delivering coffee from Elliot.She set the cup on his desk and asked, "What happened? What do you mean, 'clear conscience'?"She had only caught fragments of the conversation, but she heard the sharp edge in his tone. There had even been a trace of anger.Julian looked at her. The irritation in his chest eased, replaced by something heavier and softer.He crossed the room in a few strides and rubbed her head. "What could have happened? Nothing's wrong."He would not let anything happen to her again.As for the Huttons, their decision did not matter. If they treated her well, he would welcome more people loving her. If they failed her, then whether she acknowledged them or not, he would never force her either way. No matter th
Julian had anticipated this possibility. Once informed, he knew exactly how to respond.Diana and Florence had reached the same conclusion. Just as Diana picked up her phone to call Julian, her screen lit up first.Julian Sterling.She paused for half a second before answering. She had not yet spoken when his voice came through, cool and edged with frost. "Ms. Hutton. Was Megan's bail arranged by your family?"Diana almost forgot that this was Jouleston, the Sterling family's territory. News would never reach her faster than it reached Julian. If anything, it would reach him first.He had clearly investigated before placing the call.She glanced at her father and did not conceal the truth. "Yes. My father arranged it. We only just found out."Silence lingered on the other end.When Julian spoke again, irony thinned his tone. "I should have notified the station in advance. I truly didn't expect Mr. Hutton to treat his own daughter's life so lightly."Diana had not lowered the v







