ログインAnna's POV Catherine peered over my shoulder, her eyebrows arching in surprise. "Dad? What's he calling you for?" I answered, putting the call on speaker. To my surprise, it wasn't Phillip but William Murphy's warm, gravelly voice that came through. "Annie, is there anything your Grandpa William or your Uncle Phillip can help with? You just say the word. Don't worry, don't be afraid. William's here to make everything right for you." The familiar concern in his voice wrapped around me like a warm blanket, easing some of the tension from my shoulders. Despite my exhaustion, I couldn't help but gently scold him. "William, why aren't you resting yet? It's so late." Catherine leaned closer to the phone. "Grandpa, I'm here too. Anyone who dares to bully Shaw Corp or hurt Anna will have to answer to me." William grumbled good-naturedly, "You! It would be impressive if you weren't causing Anna more problems." I quickly defended her, "Catherine helped me tremendously to
Sean and I moved aside as Anna emerged, supported by Rachel with Clayton following close behind. Even in her loose coat, her pregnant belly was unmistakable. Her face was pale from exhaustion, but her expression remained resolute. Glasses Guy's jaw dropped. "That's impossible. I was told she left hours ago..." "Who told you our CEO had left?" Sean's voice was ice-cold. "Ms. Shaw has been here since we first received news of the accident. She hasn't even had dinner except for sharing food with the worker's family. Anyone here can verify that." I noticed Glasses Guy trying to slip away through the crowd. I caught Sean's eye and nodded slightly toward the retreating figure. Sean and Rachel immediately moved to follow him. Anna's POV Daniel handed me the microphone with a subtle nod of encouragement. Camera lenses zoomed in on my face, their predatory focus making my skin crawl. I straightened my posture, one hand instinctively shielding my belly as I faced the media vultures
Daniel's POV The moment Sean and I stepped through the hospital doors, we were ambushed by a blinding wall of camera flashes and shouted questions. Despite the late hour—nearly eleven at night—the entrance to hospital was surrounded by reporters and social media personalities, their cameras and phones trained directly on us like weapons. This wasn't random media attention— someone had orchestrated this circus. "Are you in charge of Paradise Valley Estates?" A man with fashionable glasses shoved a microphone in my face, his tone dripping with accusation. "Reports say there's been a serious accident due to Shaw Corp's negligence. Care to comment?" Behind him, livestreamers were already spinning their narratives, painting us as heartless capitalists who cared nothing for worker safety. The comments scrolling across their screens called for boycotts before we'd even spoken a word. I stepped forward, taking the microphone from Glasses Guy. "I'm Daniel Davis, project manager f
Anna's POV "Daniel Davis has been at the site since the moment he was notified," I continued, my voice softening slightly. "He secured the scene, contacted emergency services, made arrangements for the family, and kept me informed every step of the way." I turned my gaze back to Inigo. "That's the standard I expect. Not excuses about dinner meetings." My phone vibrated in my hand—Mom calling again. I declined with a swipe. knowing she was worried but unable to step away right now. "Ms. Shaw," Rachel approached cautiously, "perhaps you should sit down. You've been standing for almost an hour." I appreciated her concern but shook my head. "I'm fine." The twins shifted inside me, a flutter of movement that strengthened my resolve. Even they understood we weren't going anywhere. “Anna," Catherine appeared at my elbow, her voice uncharacteristically gentle, "at least drink some water and eat something. For them." She nodded toward my belly. I accepted the bottle she offered,
Anna's POV "They've issued two critical condition notices," Sean said, wiping sweat from his forehead. "But they're still trying." He hesitated, eyes dropping to my protruding belly. "Perhaps you shouldn't go in. I can handle this. What if you accidentally get hurt..." I understood his concern, but as the person responsible for this project— and this man's safety—I needed to see firsthand. Despite my advanced pregnancy, I moved determinedly toward the emergency room, my hand protectively curved around my twins. The hospital corridor reeked of antiseptic and desperation. A burly man with red-rimmed eyes spotted Sean and immediately charged toward us. "You said you were getting the blood! Where the hell have you been?" His voice cracked with barely contained panic. "If my brother dies, I swear to God-" "Lucian," Sean said calmly, "this is Anna Shaw." Lucian Cox's eyes narrowed as they swept over me, lingering on my rounded belly before returning to my face. "Who the hell are
Anna's POV I was drifting into sleep when my phone's shrill ring cut through the darkness. An unknown number flashed across the screen. Frowning, I declined the call and set the phone down. Moments later, it rang again— same number. With an irritated sigh, I answered. "Hello, are you Mrs. Simpson? Your husband is very intoxicated, and we need someone to pick him up," a polite male voice spoke. "Jack Simpson?" I asked, propping myself up on my elbow, a wave of annoyance washing over me. Before the man could respond, Jack's voice boomed through the speaker: "ANNA SHAW, YOU HEARTLESS WOMAN!" I jerked the phone away from my ear, his drunken bellowing so loud I could picture him swaying on his feet. In the background, Calvin or Luke-l couldn't tell which—was trying to calm him down. "Don't bother asking me to pick him up," I told the server coolly. "I'll text you the Simpson family address. Call some drivers to take all three drunk men there." After hanging up, I shook my h
Anna's POV Logan's eyes held mine with that unexpected intensity, and suddenly the garden around us felt too small, the air between us charged with something I hadn't noticed in all our years of friendship. "Annie," he said, my childhood nickname sounding different in his voice now, "I don't want
Anna's POV "I'll think about it," I promised, the words feeling heavy on my tongue. "Just... give me some time." That evening, I met Catherine Murphy and Jasmine Butler for dinner at a restaurant, needing the distraction of good food and better company. After discussing potential investments and
Anna's POV My lips twitched with the effort not to smile. Trust Catherine to come charging to my defense like an avenging angel in heels. Lucy immediately pivoted to her favorite role the victim. "Catherine, I'm just here with Jack," she said, eyes widening in feigned innocence. "Charity events
Anna's POV He had noticed me, and that look in his eyes sent a cold chill down my spine. I watched as he whispered something in Nora's ear before making his way toward me. "Ms. Shaw, it's been a while," Samuel said as he approached. His posture was relaxed, confident-the stance of a predator who







