As I leaned against the wall near the doctor's office door, I could hear the conversation unfolding inside where Carlotta had just entered. "Tsk!" I sighed, a mix of disbelief and frustration washing over me. How could Carlotta be involved in poisoning Jestony, and to think she was conspiring with his doctor to keep it hidden? A few minutes later, Carlotta emerged, momentarily taken aback to see me waiting outside. She hesitated, clearly torn before stepping out. When our eyes met, she quickly looked away, unable to hold my gaze for long. “C-Clark! What are you doing here?” she stammered, her words shaky. “I never thought you were capable of this, Carlotta,” I replied, unable to hide my dismay. Her expression grew serious as she met my gaze again. “You have no idea what torture he inflicted on me this past month. You can't judge me for wanting to escape,” she said in a hushed tone. “Clark, I can’t stay with him any longer. He’s treating me i
"I heard what happened to Jestony," Clark said. I turned to him, still processing my own feelings after just returning from the hospital. "How is he feeling?" he asked. "He’s okay for now! But we need to monitor him closely; his blood sugar is still high and he has a heart condition," I replied, trying to reassure him. "Is that all?" Clark pressed again, his tone revealing a hint of doubt. "Those are the only findings the doctor has reported," I stated firmly, but I noticed his unconvinced expression. "Why? Are you hoping for something worse?" I questioned, frowning at the thought. It bothered me to consider that he might actually wish for my father’s situation to worsen, especially if it meant he could have another chance with Carlotta. But what would happen if that became reality? "Aren't you curious? When was the last time you visited your dad? What's behind his sudden, serious illness?" he asked, causing me to freeze in surprise. That
“Carlotta.” I barely heard Jestony call my name. A call from the maid I hired to keep an eye on him just came in. She informed me that Jestony suddenly became weak. It has been three weeks since my daughter and I left him. I intended to leave him for good, but I can’t walk away entirely. My daughter and I have a rightful claim to his wealth should anything happen to him. And that’s exactly what I plan to secure for us. All his assets will eventually belong to my daughter and me. I doubt Angelo will interfere; he seems preoccupied with his own businesses now. “How are you, Jestony?” I asked, my expression lacking of emotion as I gazed at him lying in the center of the bed. “It’s been three weeks since I left. But why has your health suddenly collapsed?” "Where have you been? I've been searching for you," he said, deflecting my question. Even though he appeared physically weak, there was a spark of anger in his voice. "I just needed to cool down. Y
As he was packing his belongings to head home, his cellphone rang. While he busily tucked his laptop into his bag, I caught sight of the name flashing on the screen—it was my niece calling, and I couldn't help but frown in surprise. Our eyes met. "Does she often call you?" I asked. "Not really," he replied. "Then why haven’t you mentioned her?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued. "She’s not someone worth discussing," he shrugged dismissively. "But you always answer when she calls. What do you two talk about?" I pressed, sensing there was more to the story. I noticed him let out a deep sigh, and to my surprise, he suddenly handed me his phone. “If you’re so curious, why not answer it?” he said casually while his cellphone continued to ring. As he packed his laptop into his bag, I noticed his indifference. Instead of picking up my niece’s call, I simply turned his phone off. “Why didn’t you answer it and see what she wante
"Wait, not here." I halted him as our kiss grew more intense. "But I want you, my Angelo," he insisted passionately. "I know, but we can't do this here." I intervened again, adding, "There are investors arriving soon, and what you desire simply cannot happen right now." I hoped this explanation would deter him from pursuing his intentions further. "Hmmm, remember what I said before? I can invest in your company, eliminating the need for other investors. I can provide whatever you need, regardless of the amount." "I understand, but it's more than just securing an investor. I really need to broaden my connections within the world of influential business people." "Isn't my name enough? You know how well I'm connected in the business world." "Clark…" "Hmmm, fine! But you have to kiss me first," he said, pointing at his lips playfully. I simply shook my head, lifting myself slightly from my seat to press my lips against his. "Now go! Just
"Clark!" "Surprise, brother," I said, walking over to him. Since I didn't have a cast on one of my hands and my limp from the accident was almost gone, I seized Harold by the collar. Being slightly taller than him, I lifted him off his feet, forcing him to stand on his tiptoes. "I still respect you as my older brother, but what have you done? Huh?" My voice lacked aggression, yet each word carried weight. "H-how..." "How did I survive? You really wanted me dead when I fell off the cliff after being chased by your men and your friend's men, didn’t you? Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, brother. You failed." I said, pushing him slightly before releasing my grip on his collar. As I pushed him, he stumbled backward. I reclaimed my throne—the seat he had occupied for nearly a week after declaring me dead. “Since you started this, brother, I won't let you down. And while I still can hold my own, you're free to leave,” I warned him, preparing to