LOGIN"What do you mean he won't be back?" The relief Sydney had just felt shot straight back into her throat. "Did something happen to him?"Otherwise, why had only Nathan returned? There was still no sign of Julian or Peter. One anxious thought after another crowded her mind.Hearing her voice begin to shake, Nathan realized she had misunderstood. He hurried to explain, "No, nothing happened. We actually gained quite a bit from it."He added, "He is with Ms. Diana and Mr. Raymond Hutton right now."Sydney studied his face. He did not look like he was lying. "You're not just saying that to calm me down?"She had nearly miscarried not long ago. If Julian wanted to keep her from worrying, he might hide things from her."I'm telling the truth." Nathan looked ready to swear an oath. "If you don't trust Mr. Sterling, then trust Ms. Hutton. Or call her and ask yourself."Only then did Sydney truly believe him. She let out a slow breath. "Then why did you come back early?""I came to pick
Hearing that, Sydney felt a little lighter. Many of her most anxious moments in the past had been spent with Tiffany at her side.After dinner, they had tea with Agatha for a while, then returned to the bedroom.They showered one after the other and ended up sprawled together on the sofa, watching a variety show.For a moment, Sydney felt as if she had returned to the days when she and Tiffany lived together at Haven.A plate of fruit sat on the table, freshly delivered by the maids.Sydney popped a strawberry into Tiffany's mouth and asked, "How is your dad? Elliot said his injuries were pretty serious.""He's perfectly fine." Tiffany bit into the strawberry. "He can run, jump, and scream his head off. What could possibly be wrong with him?"Sydney frowned slightly. "Is he still demanding money from you?""Yeah." Tiffany nodded, then leaned forward to grab another strawberry and tossed it into her mouth, trying to change the subject. "These strawberries are amazing. Way sweete
That hit a little too close to home.If those words had come from anyone else, Raymond would have fired back without hesitation. But they came from Diana, the sister who had kept him in line his entire life.He did not even bother to deny it. "How do you always know everything?""I can tell fortunes." Whether it was sympathy or something else, when Diana looked at him again, her eyes held a rare trace of sisterly softness. "If you want to win a girl back, act like it. Stop carrying yourself like some untouchable young heir."Diana had only met Tiffany a few times, but the day she handed her that check, she understood what kind of woman Tiffany was: proud yet sensitive, and certainly not someone who cared about money.If this idiot truly wanted to win her back, then at the very least, he would have to lower that lofty head of his.Raymond said nothing.When had he ever put on airs in front of Tiffany? At most, he cared a little too much about saving face, but who did not?Diana
Raymond clicked his tongue, irritation showing plainly at the corners of his eyes. He lifted his long, narrow gaze slightly and found Glen looking back at him with a smile that was half polite, half provocative.Glen still did not address him. Instead, he turned to Tiffany. "It's been a while since I last saw your parents. Want to go in together?"'Oh, please.' Raymond smirked faintly as he waited, certain of her rejection."Sure."He did not expect that. The woman who had just walked out of that war zone of a hospital room agreed without hesitation.His smirk froze. When he spoke again, sarcasm laced every word. "Didn't get yelled at enough?"At that, the blood in Tiffany's body seemed to go cold. Until now, she had not been sure how much he had overheard. Part of her had even hoped he had caught only her last line.Now she knew better. He had heard almost everything. He had heard Stanley call her cold-blooded and ungrateful. He had heard Stanley accuse Mabel of keeping another
Tiffany could not tell whether she was imagining it, but the man in front of her did not sound as casual as usual. She could not explain what felt different.The question struck the one place in her that was still raw and fragile. She had no time to think. She reacted on instinct and shot back coldly, "What does it have to do with you? Are you addicted to eavesdropping now?"She did not want Sydney to know too much about her family. But if one person had to know about this mess, she would rather it be Sydney. At least, Sydney was the only person in this world who would never laugh at her.Jouleston was a big city. Unless someone intended it, lives rarely crossed.For more than five years after the breakup, she had vanished without a trace. Since they met again last year, every encounter had found her perfectly composed. She smiled when appropriate and handled herself with ease with him and with everyone.Sometimes, Raymond wanted to see her lose control, even if only once, no matt
Scenes like this were normal in the Voss family. Tiffany had seen them so often that she had grown numb. She could not stop it.At first, she would rush forward without thinking and shield Mabel. Somewhere along the way, that changed. Maybe she had come to understand that the conflict between those two had never been about her. It had always been about their precious son.Stanley could not swallow words like that. He lunged forward, raised his hand to strike Mabel, and spat curses as he shouted, "That little bastard turned out like this because you spoiled him! Mabel, marrying you was the worst luck of my life!"You handed over that much money to pay his debts just like that? You filthy bitch. I didn't even have the right to know?"By the end, the abuse turned vile. Tiffany had heard words like this countless times. Even so, her hand tightened without her noticing.She could not tell whether the shame came from the scene they were making in the hospital, or from how pitiful Mabel
Sydney jolted violently and instinctively reached to stop Julian. "Julian!"He ignored her. With one hand, he shoved her out of the apartment doorway, and in the next second, he grabbed Caleb by the collar and yanked him all the way inside his apartment.The door slammed shut, and Sydney and Tiffa
It was supposed to stay buried, yet Julian's every word struck Sydney as if she were the one to blame—as if she were the heartless one.The onslaught left her rattled. Instinctively, she leaned back until she was nearly perched on the edge of his desk. She kept her head lowered, silent for a long m
The alcohol had not hit yet, and Sydney remained perfectly sober. Whether she had thought everything through no longer mattered.She tapped her can lightly against Tiffany's. "Tiff, this isn't something I actually get to choose."Unless she was willing to forget how her parents had died and let th
Sydney paused. She had heard before that the Hutton family often funded public welfare projects. Yet after so many years with the Sterlings, she had grown used to thinking such efforts were only aristocratic window dressing.She had not expected the Huttons to be different. They were not posing or







