Richard had collapsed from high blood pressure and was now lying in a VIP hospital bed. After a lifetime of being decisive and commanding in the business world, he had unexpectedly been laid low by family matters. The shock of learning so many big secrets at once had overwhelmed him. Now, with tubes and monitors tracking his vitals, he seemed both fragile and furious, though he was currently unconscious.Diana sat at his bedside, gazing at the stark white walls around them, her brow creased in worry. Ever since Richard had stepped down from his position as chairman, his health had deteriorated, and his temper had grown worse. Perhaps it was the fear that, without him at the helm, the Norman family empire could crack under pressure from uncles and cousins all eyeing the vast inheritance. Richard had always relied on the authority he radiated, but now he felt that authority slipping through his fingers. And while Layson had proven himself adept at steering the Norman conglomerate, the p
Adela returned to her room and stared at the envelope in her hand for a long time. She was curious about its contents, but she couldn’t bring herself to open it. Something about it gave her an uneasy feeling. After a while, she sighed, deciding it was better to leave it for now. She slipped it into her drawer and shut it, trying to push the uncertainty out of her mind.After a refreshing shower, Adela sat at her desk and began to paint. Each stroke of the brush brought her a small sense of joy; she finally felt like she had found something she truly loved. What she needed now was to perfect it. Adela was deeply grateful for the second chance life had given her.Meanwhile, Layson Norman had been waiting at the hospital for hours for his father, Richard Norman, to wake up. Piles of documents had accumulated on the table in front of him. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Layson looked up to see a doctor who looked to be around his father’s age. Layson put the papers down and stood up.
Five years later. The Norman Family.The spring garden was decked out with balloons and plush toys that children loved. The whole yard was filled with people, all wearing broad smiles. Children were running around, their laughter echoing through the air, blending perfectly with the flowers blooming in the garden. Diana walked out of the house, beaming with joy as she greeted the guests."Hope you’re all having fun!"Today was Ralph’s 5th birthday, and the Normans were throwing a grand party for their little prince. The guest list was full of high-society figures, all eager to win favor with the influential Norman family. Given this golden opportunity, how could anyone refuse?Three years ago, Layson Norman had shocked the public when he suddenly appeared with a two-year-old child. This stirred up a flurry of speculation about Layson. Some said Layson had secretly married a commoner, while others believed the child was the son of a famous celebrity—one the Norman family had forbidden f
At the Airport.Layson Norman stepped off the plane, his black suit exuding the maturity of a man who had grown even more imposing over the past five years. He moved with purpose, and there was no doubt that he had become even more confident and authoritative since the last time he had been in the public eye. As he exited the terminal, someone was already waiting for him.Barnes quickly approached when he spotted Layson.“Mr. Norman.”Layson handed his suitcase to Barnes, then smoothly took the stack of documents from Barnes’ hand, without missing a beat. Flipping through them, he glanced at the title and immediately handed the papers back.“Cancel it. This project is meaningless.”His voice was firm and decisive, and there was no hesitation in his words. Over the past five years, Layson had become even more ruthless and efficient in business. He was now a man who could truly stand on his own, representing the Norman family with ease. He glanced at his watch—it was just in time—and th
Layson Norman emerged from the bathroom after his shower, his hair still damp, and droplets of water glistening on his forehead. He rubbed a towel through his hair absentmindedly as he stepped into the living room. Ralph was still sitting on the couch, and Layson couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.“You’re still up?” Layson asked, a bit surprised. It was late, and most children would be ushered off to bed, especially if they had to go to kindergarten the next day. But Ralph was different. He hadn’t gone to kindergarten since he was four. At three, Layson had tried to send him, but Ralph had found it boring—he thought the other kids were too childish. He begged Layson not to make him go, and after seeing how miserable Ralph was, Layson had relented.At first, Layson had refused, but after noticing Ralph’s constant sulking, he sat down to ask why. Ralph explained that the kids were noisy, the teachers were dull, and he felt he could learn more on his own by reading books. Layson, recogn
On the dimly lit runway, models strutted down wearing the latest designs from this season's Fashion Week. Adorned with exquisite and glamorous jewelry, they showcased the pieces to the audience, all in rhythm with the music. Adela sat in the audience, her eyes fixed on each model as they walked by. This was the closest she could get to the world of fashion, where she could see the most popular trends up close.Adela was a jewelry designer. She was responsible for designing the accessories for one of the themes in the fashion show, which was why she was attending Fashion Week. This was also her first time attending such a large event under her own name after five years of hard work. Watching her creations on display, Adela felt a sense of pride and fulfillment, knowing that she hadn’t wasted the effort she had put in over the past five years.“Adela, your designs are amazing!”A girl sitting next to Adela spoke, her face beaming with praise. She was Adela's classmate, and the two of th
Layson Norman handed a file to Liam Walton across the desk, nodding toward it with a slight, almost mysterious gesture. Liam raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit curious, and opened the file.“What’s this?” Liam asked, flipping through the pages.Inside, it was all Adela’s academic records from her time in England, every detail meticulously documented, even her exam results. Liam took his time reading each page, impressed by the solid performance and glowing grades. He felt a deep sense of pride for Adela.“Adela’s almost finished her studies in England. She’s graduating in a couple of months,” Layson said, his tone casual yet purposeful. He was letting Liam know that Adela was at a crossroads—she could either return home or stay in England. It was up to her now. Liam’s expression shifted, his brows furrowing as he processed the information.“Her career in England is going well. She’s made a name for herself and has already met some well-known designers,” Layson continued. He wasn’t just
The spring weather in England was still a bit chilly, with the sun's light struggling to break through the clouds. Adela had returned to her school today to handle her graduation formalities. It felt surreal—five years had passed since she first came to England. Walking down the street, Adela couldn’t help but reflect on how quickly time had flown by.“Hey, Adela!”Suddenly, she heard someone call her name from behind. She turned around and saw her mentor, Vivian. Adela paused and waited for Vivian to catch up.“Vivian, hello!”As Vivian walked up, the two of them continued walking side by side. Vivian glanced at the documents Adela was holding and quickly guessed why she was at the school today.“Are you here to handle your graduation formalities?”Adela nodded, shaking the papers in her hand. “Yes.”Vivian smiled at her and, with a hint of excitement in her voice, asked, “So, where are you going next? Eric’s company is offering you a position, you know.”Adela chuckled softly. Vivia
Adela was a little tempted by the idea of giving Layson a gift. “He doesn’t need anything… What would I even give him?”Cici rolled her eyes. “It’s not about what the gift is, it’s about who is giving it! Guys need to be sweet-talked sometimes. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about.”Seeing how confidently she spoke, Adela was almost convinced.“Wait—you said you don’t have a boyfriend. How do you know so much?”Another eye roll from Cici. “Please. I’ve watched enough TV dramas. And every time my parents fight, my dad always wins my mom over with a gift.”“Oh…” Adela looked a little envious. “So your dad’s the one making it up to your mom. But me…”The air turned awkward.Cici cleared her throat. “Hey, whatever works, right? Don’t overthink it. I’ll go with you at lunch. You pick something nice and give it to him tonight—easy fix.”As soon as lunch break hit, the two headed to the biggest mall in the city. Adela was still debating what kind of gift would be best.After grabbing a bi
The phone was quiet for a few seconds. Just as Barnes thought Layson might hang up, Layson finally said calmly, “Let her stay at the apartment. You head back.”After hanging up, Layson dialed Diana.“Mom, Adela’s not in the best mood right now, so she’s staying at the apartment. I’m flying abroad in the morning—no need to wait up for us tonight.”Diana wanted to say something to get Adela to come home, but hearing that, she chose not to push.“You two just take care of yourselves, don’t let anyone else interfere.”And by “anyone,” she obviously meant Marah.Layson smiled faintly. “I know, don’t worry.”After he hung up, he lit a cigarette. Smoke curled in the air, veiling the cold detachment in his eyes.Barely fifteen minutes later, Barnes knocked and opened the door. “Sir, are you heading back to the apartment tonight?”Layson, cigarette between his fingers, tapped the ashtray lightly. His expression was as composed as ever—but something darker lingered behind his cold gaze.“Is my
Layson looked at Adela sitting across from him—fresh from a shower, cheeks still flushed pink. Her eyes burned with a bright, piercing light—he couldn’t tell if it was from anger or confusion.Her thick, dark hair hung loosely over her shoulders, the ends softly curled. She looked effortlessly beautiful in her loungewear—there was something so cozy and real about her like this.Layson always knew she was stunning. That’s what drew him to her in the first place. But it wasn’t just her looks. It was her passion, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about jewelry design. She had a fire in her that was rare.He especially liked those quiet nights in the study, when she curled up in his lap and excitedly pointed out the elements of her designs, explaining her inspiration. The joy she radiated when he praised her ideas was irresistible.And this afternoon—watching her speak so animatedly to Carl Rodriguez about her design, her face glowing, the way Carl looked at her like he was entrance
Adela watched Carl Rodriguez study the designs so seriously that she felt bad interrupting. She just quietly sipped two glasses of juice while waiting.Carl chuckled as he looked over the pages. “Not a coffee fan? I noticed you always order juice.”Her expression tensed slightly. “Yeah, not really into coffee.”That wasn’t true—she actually liked coffee. But now that she was pregnant, she’d intentionally switched to juice.She was still conflicted about the baby.Letting out a quiet sigh, Adela turned her gaze to the window, zoning out again.After nearly an hour, Carl finally nodded. “I’m impressed. Let’s go with this design.”Adela looked up at him, completely confused. You made me wait a whole hour just to say that?“If you’re satisfied, then we’ll move forward,” she said calmly. “The final payment can be sent to the same account as before. If that’s all, I’ll be heading out.”Just as she was about to stand up, Carl unexpectedly placed his hand on hers. His fingers were warm and sm
Adela was resting her chin on her hands, staring blankly at the design on her screen, her mind still stuck on what Layson said that morning.She couldn’t help wondering—how much did he know?Did he already know about what Marah tried to do to her?Last night, when he had her bowl taken away so suddenly, she didn’t think much of it. But looking back now, it felt completely out of character for him.Layson was someone who grew up in privilege. He had that natural aloofness, elegant and refined. Ever since taking over the company, he became even more calm and composed. Publicly embarrassing someone? Definitely not his style—unless someone touched his bottom line.Did he even have one?Was it... the child she was carrying?As she was spacing out, her phone lit up. A call from an unfamiliar number.She picked up, and a lazy, low-pitched male voice came through, smooth and teasing, “Adela, I’d like to see the design in advance.”There were still two days until the deadline, and Adela had al
Marah made a move to grab Adela’s hand, but Adela casually tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, avoiding her without looking obvious. Marah’s hand just hung there awkwardly in the air.Still smiling sweetly, Marah watched Adela standing in the doorway.Adela stepped aside and walked into the house, calm and composed. “The director was asking about you today—why you haven’t been showing up at work. Something happen?”Ralph had already run down from upstairs and jumped into Adela’s arms. She carried him to the couch and sat down.Marah trailed closely behind, letting out a delicate laugh. “I went on a short trip with a friend—just a weekend getaway. The car broke down and I lost my phone. I called in to report to the director as soon as I got back.”Adela gave her a look. The woman sitting across from her wore an innocent expression with wide eyes and a hint of flirtatious charm at the corners. If not for her unusually pale complexion giving away her real condition, Adela might
Adela thought about it and decided to take Cici’s advice—she needed to get the truth from Lily. She still didn’t really know what happened that night. Layson didn’t talk much, and Barnes had brushed her off, saying he didn’t know.She didn’t tell Layson she was going to see Lily. But she’d overheard Barnes mention she was still being held at the precinct. So, right after work, she and Cici drove over together.A police officer led them toward the holding cells and casually mentioned something strange along the way.“That Lily girl—she left an impression. She admitted to everything and since the victim wasn’t really hurt, the sentence was light, only eight months. But get this—she begged for three years. Isn’t that weird?”Adela and Cici exchanged glances. “Did she lose her mind or something?”Cici clutched Adela’s arm like she expected to find a lunatic behind bars.But when they saw Lily, she actually looked surprisingly normal—none of that wild-eyed mess they’d been imagining. In fa
Several teachers rushed in to calm things down. The program director and staff tried to smooth over the tension with the parents. This was the Royal Prep Academy—more upscale than most preschools—where kids were trained in special skill sets.One young teacher nervously explained the whole incident.Apparently, three kids had gotten into a scuffle over something someone said about moms. One little girl had overheard an adult say that Ralph didn’t have a known mother, and she blurted it out today.Ralph insisted he had a mom, but the girl didn’t believe him. That led to arguing. The girl got angry and scratched Ralph first. Ralph instinctively tried to scratch back. Then two of her little friends jumped in to defend her, and suddenly the four kids were all rolling on the floor. By the time teachers stepped in, Ralph already had a big scratch across his cheek.Now, this wasn’t a huge deal—none of the kids were seriously hurt. But it wasn’t a small thing either. Ralph had clear marks on
Adela frowned at Mr. Norman, realizing just how alike he and Layson were—both stubborn and unwilling to listen.After a brief pause, she said, “Mr. Norman, I really don't see any reason for me to move into your family estate.”Mr. Norman's face turned red with anger. “You're carrying Layson's child. That means you must live at the estate. I make the decisions here.”Adela countered, “When I was pregnant with Ralph, no one mentioned moving in.”The two went back and forth, neither willing to back down.Layson, rubbing his temples, sat down on the hospital bed, watching them silently. His presence seemed to dampen their argument, and their voices gradually lowered.“Are you two done?”He smirked, though the smile didn't reach his eyes, as if watching a farce.Once the room quieted, he said, “Let's go to your room, Father.”The caregiver, relieved, quickly wheeled Mr. Norman out.Left alone, Layson pulled Adela close, one hand gripping her chin, the other around her waist. He kissed her