Christina thought of Andrew, but she hesitated as she reached for her phone. Asking Andrew for help now would be like admitting she was wrong—completely, devastatingly wrong. Worse, it would mean humiliating herself in front of him, shattering her pride and leaving her dignity in tatters. All the harsh words she had thrown at him before would come back like daggers, cutting her deeply and leaving her scarred. Harvey noticed her hesitation and sneered. "I know what you're thinking—you're hoping that loser Andrew will save you, right?" He leaned closer, his tone dripping with mockery. "Christina, you really want to play the saint and the sinner at the same time, huh?" He added, "You're the one who chased Andrew away and handed me the chance to step in. And now, you're thinking of begging him? Don't you have any shame? Can you really bring yourself to grovel like that?" Harvey's cruel words struck a nerve, and Christina's face turned ashen. He laughed darkly, his grin wide wi
Serena sneered. "Ms. Stevens, what an impressive display. It's one thing to reject the future head of the Weller family to his face, but now you're even ignoring Mr. Weller Senior's orders?" She continued, "Do you really think the Stevens family is strong enough to challenge the Weller family?" Christina's face darkened, but before she could respond, Kane slapped the seductive woman beside him across the face. "Silence! Family affairs are not for a woman like you to interfere with. Get out of here!" After dismissing his wife, Kane turned back to Christina with a warm smile. "Christie, you and Harvey have been seeing each other for some time now. It's normal for young people to have disagreements, but it hasn't reached the point where you two should end things. Why don't you go home and rest for now? I'll have Harvey come by later to offer a proper apology." Christina shook her head, her disgust for Harvey reaching its peak. "I'm sorry, Mr. Weller Senior, but I can't do that.
Harvey's expression turned grim. "Dad, I know everything you've said is true, but the issue is… I didn't get the crown for 3 million." Kane's brows furrowed deeply. "What did you just say?" After all, he personally went to the Radiant Group auction to intimidate the bidders. Was Silas, Radiant Group's CEO, bold enough to disrespect the Weller family? Harvey hesitated, stammering as he explained, "Well… Initially, the crown was mine for 3 million—it was practically a done deal. But then some bastard barged in out of nowhere and started bidding against me like his life depended on it. The price shot up and kept climbing until it reached more than 15 million… so, well—" Before Harvey could finish, Kane's face turned deathly pale. His hand trembled as he pointed at his son. "What did you just say? You spent more than 15 million dollars?" "You ungrateful brat! Didn't I warn you not to go over 7.5 million at most? Are you trying to ruin the financial stability I worked so hard to m
Jayrodale General Hospital. Andrew had just stepped into his office when Francesca walked in, her expression a mix of curiosity and mischief. She teased, "Dr. Lloyd, your old flame's family is staying at our hospital." Andrew raised an eyebrow. "What happened? Did someone get hurt?" Francesca pouted. "Oh, so you're still hung up on her? Seems like you care about her a lot, don't you?" Andrew sighed. "It's not like that. I'm just surprised, that's all." With a light scoff, Francesca explained, "Christina's fine. But Mrs. Stevens, that feisty old hag, and Leroy were nearly beaten to death. Christina looks completely out of it—pale and helpless. Since you two have a history, maybe you should check on her." Andrew chuckled. "You didn't sound like you wanted me to see her earlier." Francesca puffed out her chest and replied with a haughty tone, "I don't want you to get tangled up with her again. But you're the hospital's deputy chief, and visiting patients is part of your job.
Nyla added, "Also, my grandfather has a medical book he's having trouble understanding, and he'd love for you to help him with it." Andrew smiled warmly. "Of course. If I have the time, I'll be happy to visit him." Her pale cheeks flushed as two adorable dimples appeared, and she practically skipped away, beaming with excitement. Christina sat to the side, watching the exchange with a bitter feeling. "Andrew, that nurse is from Jayrodale's Goth family, isn't she?" Andrew glanced at her, puzzled. "I'm not really sure about her background." Christina let out a bitter laugh. "Come on, stop pretending. It's written all over her face. She's one step away from throwing herself at you." She continued, "Ever since you left me, your luck with women has skyrocketed. First, there was Ms. Rhodes, then Ms. Aicker, and now this little nurse. Andrew, maybe leaving me was the best decision you ever made." Andrew's expression stayed calm as he met her eyes. "What's your point in bringing
"Christie, I'm here to see you and your family," Harvey said as he entered, his tone unusually humble. "Last night, I lost my head and acted impulsively. Please forgive me." Irene scoffed. "Sorry, but we won't accept your apology. You can turn around and leave." Harvey was unfazed by Irene's sharp tone and brushed off her hostility as if he had anticipated it. His eyes scanned the room, but when he did not see Christina, his expression hardened. "Where's Christie? Where did she go?" Irene sneered. "Where? Far away from you, of course. Harvey, you should just give up. After what you did last night, none of us will ever forgive you." She added smugly, "And just so you know, Christie and Andrew are back together. Right now, they're probably cozying up somewhere." Harvey's face turned dark in an instant, his eyes blazing with rage like he was ready to explode. Francesca, who had been leaning against the wall watching the scene unfold, frowned and snapped, "What nonsense are y
After all, Kane was not someone Francesca or Lauren could deal with. Harvey said smugly, "Fran, I bet you never thought the day would come when Andrew would be entirely under my thumb. "For so long, you and Lauren—Jayrodale's two leading beauties—have been hanging around with that guy. As your senior, I've warned you countless times, but you girls just won't listen, will you?" He grinned and added with disdain, "Tell you what, why don't you go get Andrew and have him crawl over here and lick my boots? If he does a good enough job, I might just consider sparing him—for now." Francesca clenched her fists, disgusted by the sight of Harvey's audacity. She said coldly, "Harvey, you're supposed to be the golden boy of Jayrodale, born into a prominent family. But for as long as I can remember, you've always been the one picking fights with Andrew. Now that you can't beat him, you've brought your family muscle to settle the score." She scoffed. "Do you actually think that makes you l
Christina's tone was cold as she said, "I'm sorry, but I don't need any of this from you. I already told you last night—we're done. There's nothing left to talk about." Harvey silently cursed her, but he kept his face calm and plastered on a smile. He softened his tone and replied, "I know you're still angry. I'm not asking you to forgive me right away, but my feelings for you have never changed. If you don't forgive me today, I'll stand outside Stevens Corporation every day to apologize until you do." Christina frowned in disgust. "Harvey, don't you realize how childish and pathetic that sounds? I don't want your apologies. I want us to stay out of each other's lives from now on. It's for the best." Irene snapped, "Harvey, stop harassing my daughter! You're the heir of the Weller family—stop acting like some shameless, clingy mutt!" Harvey's face twitched at the insult, his fists clenching as he fought the urge to lash out at Irene. He inhaled sharply, forcing himself to stay
It felt to Tiana like she had fallen into a vast, unfamiliar net—one she had never experienced before. She was sinking, drifting, wanting to break free. Yet, she was addicted to the thrill of it all. All these conflicting emotions passed through her in the blink of an eye, though they were layered and complex. Meanwhile, Andrew was completely unaware of the chaotic thoughts swirling inside her. To him, this was just another straightforward medical procedure. He was careful and respectful. He only touched what he had to, avoiding sensitive areas entirely. As a doctor, Andrew had no sense of guilt about what he was doing. Illness knew no gender; treatment was treatment. That was how he saw it. Whether others saw it the same way was not his concern. He calmly explained, "Stimulating your pressure points with needles and smoothing the meridians with massage helped your condition today. "But in the end, to restore proper balance, you'll still need a medicinal remedy to regulate
Tiana flinched, both shocked and furious, but she had no chance of dodging him. Under Andrew's hand, she did not stand a chance. However, the loud smack that followed was not across her face—it landed squarely on a pressure point along her waist. A wave of sharp pain shot through her body like a crashing tide. She gasped, "Ah… Andrew, you… stop, that hurts…" A strange moan escaped her lips, echoing awkwardly in the quiet room. Andrew muttered under his breath, cursing her madness. Without wasting time, he lifted her up and laid her down across the bed. Tiana stared up at him in disbelief, her eyes wide—until he pulled out a slim, metallic object. A gleaming golden acupuncture needle. "Mrs. Rhodes, your speech is erratic, your energy's spiking. I'll give you a few needles to stabilize your condition," Andrew said calmly. With that, he plunged the first needle into a targeted spot on her body. Tiana's breath hitched as her lips parted, and her reaction was a mix of pai
"If you called me here just to ask something this ridiculous, Mrs. Rhodes, then I'll be going now," Andrew said flatly as he turned toward the door. He did not dare stay a second longer, worried Tiana might start acting crazy like she did last time. If things spiraled out of control and someone like Jameson walked in on them, not even a hundred confessions could clear his name. "Stop right there!" Tiana snapped, her brows raised in defiance. "What's the matter? Are you that scared of being alone with me?" Andrew paused and looked back, his brows still tightly furrowed. "Mrs. Rhodes, you and I both know this isn't appropriate." Tiana stepped forward with a graceful sway, a trace of perfume trailing in her wake as she stopped right beside him. Her lips curled in a playful smile. "What's not appropriate? Can't a mother-in-law spend a little one-on-one time with her future son-in-law?" Andrew fell silent, exasperated. "You said you weren't feeling well. If you need help, I'll tak
Andrew finally paid a visit to the Rhodes family. "Andy, you're here! Come in, have a seat," Jameson greeted warmly, his tone unusually enthusiastic. The way he looked at Andrew was not just the admiration of a family elder—it was the hopeful gaze of someone eyeing a perfect son-in-law. Lauren giggled behind her hand. "Andrew, you've become quite the welcome guest around here. Everyone in the Rhodes family is thrilled you came." Andrew glanced around casually and noticed several of the Rhodes family's core members smiling and nodding in greeting. A few girls around Lauren's age were sneaking glances his way, their cheeks tinged pink. Cecelia, the youngest among them, blurted out, "Andrew, when are you marrying Lauren?" Andrew laughed and replied, "Anytime works for me." Cecelia clapped her hands excitedly. "Great! Let's do the wedding today and the honeymoon tonight!" Jameson's eyes widened. "Cece! Stop saying nonsense!" His youngest daughter was a wild one—always blu
Logan nodded and smiled. "Andrew's medical skills really are rare. Medicine is a deep and complex field, and among the younger generation in Blumedale, hardly anyone has any decent understanding of it. "Even top talents like Joe Driscoll or Luna Phelan from the three major families are focused on martial arts. When it comes to healing, there's nothing to talk about." George beamed. "What makes Andrew truly special is that he's not only exceptional in medicine, but his martial prowess is also extraordinary. Just the fact that he's survived the joint manhunt from two powerful families already tells me he's not to be underestimated." Logan frowned. "There's a rumor going around that Andrew survived only because someone powerful is secretly protecting him." George scoffed. "That's just idle gossip from nobodies parroting what they hear. If Andrew were weak, no amount of backing could keep him alive. Logan, remember this—life throws us many challenges, but there's one hurdle you mus
Elon's face turned red from the scolding, and he muttered bitterly, "I mean, I might not be great, but I'm still better than Andrew, right? Are you really saying that in your eyes, your own son is worth less than that guy?" Richard let out a cold snort. "You really care about comparing yourself to him? Fine then—do you want the truth or a lie?" Elon shrank back at his father's sarcastic smile and mumbled, "The lie… I guess." Richard scoffed, "Alright. If it's lies you want, then sure—you're way more promising than Andrew. That guy doesn't even deserve to be compared to you." Elon's face twitched. He wanted to laugh, but the words tasted bitter in his mouth. The lie was that he was better than Andrew. But the truth? The truth was that compared to Andrew, he was absolutely nothing. The more he thought about it, the more he realized—either way, he came up short. So what was the point in choosing? He silently cursed, 'Damn it!' Richard folded his hands behind his back, his
"He's my sworn brother, then standing up for him—no matter the cost—is only right," Logan said firmly. Elon's face instantly darkened, and deep inside, a gnawing jealousy bubbled up. Despite being the most low-key of the Five Apex Families' younger generation, Logan was arguably the most terrifying. He was about to take over the Keller family, a rising powerhouse. The Haywoods had Xavier—young, sharp, and fierce in combat. The Wrights had Quinton—manipulative, cunning, and notorious for his ruthlessness. But Elon? He was… just Elon. He was overweight, lacked presence, and had just been publicly humiliated when word spread that his wife had cheated on him. His reputation was already slipping, and now he had become the joke of Blumedale's elite circle. Still, no matter how pathetic things seemed, Elon believed he was far better than the man Andrew was. In his eyes, they were not even in the same league. So, it burned him even more to see Logan—someone he had always tried to i
"Logan, don't you know Andrew killed my younger brother?" Xavier shouted furiously. It was understandable for Luna to speak up. After all, the Phelans owed Andrew a small favor—but now even the Keller family was interfering. If this continued, Andrew would not just remain unharmed; he would likely rise to prominence in Blumedale. Andrew's rise would be a direct slap in the face to the Haywoods, humiliating them beyond redemption. Roy spoke grimly, "Logan, you're set to lead the Keller family. You should know better than to blur right and wrong. Andrew repeatedly humiliated the Haywoods and even murdered Seth. Do you expect us to swallow such a huge insult?" Logan replied calmly, "Mr. Haywood Senior, you know exactly why things turned out this way. I hate to say it, but Seth brought his death upon himself. Andrew may be impulsive, but he's done nothing wrong in my eyes." "I'll say this only once: if the Haywoods continue their vendetta against him, the Keller family won't stan
Xavier said, "Uncle Jude, you're in charge of internal discipline. My request is simple—either throw those losers out of the Haywoods and make them manage some backwater branch, or I'll kill them myself. And I doubt anyone in the family would object." Jude's eyelids twitched violently as he cursed the brats under his breath. Out loud, though, he nodded quickly and replied, "Don't worry, Xavier. I'll make sure they're kicked out of the family for good. They won't even get close to the front gate again." Xavier snorted and walked off, leaving Jude staring at his back, shaking his head. Jude muttered to himself, "Xavier… you really are the pride of the Haywoods. But you're spoiled by your status. With your father as the family head and all the elders favoring you, you've always kept the other branches under your heel. "That's understandable since you're the future heir and our strongest fighter among the younger generations. But the fact remains—you made a public promise and faile