ログインElena stood so quickly that her chair scraped against the floor. Patricia knew there was no other explanation.She walked straight out. Her face was cold, but anger burned beneath it. She headed directly toward Patricia's office. Several employees looked up as she passed, but Elena didn't acknowledge them. She didn’t care who saw her.Her steps were quick and purposeful. She headed straight toward Patricia's office. When she reached the door, she didn't knock. She opened it and walked inside.Patricia was sitting behind her desk; she looked up from her desk.For a moment, neither woman spoke.Then Patricia smiled.“Well, this is unexpected.”Elena closed the door behind her.“You knew.”Patricia leaned back comfortably.“Knew what?”Elena walked toward the desk."Don't do that."Elena walked closer."I'm not in the mood for games."Patricia leaned back in her chair."I don't know what you are talking about."Elena let out a short laugh."You always do this.""Do what?""Act innocent w
Elena arrived at the company early the next morning. As she walked through the main entrance, the employees greeted her as she passed."Good morning, Miss Morgan.""Good morning.""Welcome back, Miss Morgan."Elena returned their greetings with a small smile. She had been away for a few days, but there was nothing unusual about her returning to work. The company had been running in her absence, so it didn’t matter that much.She walked toward her office, already thinking about the Westbridge records, but the moment she opened the door, she stopped. An unexpected visitor.It was none other than Patricia sitting inside. She was comfortably seated in one of the chairs across from Elena's desk, her handbag resting beside her with a wide smile plastered on her face.Elena slowly closed the door behind her."What are you doing here?"Patricia's smile remained."Now that’s not the way to speak to your mother, but since you asked, I was waiting for you."Elena walked toward her desk."Why?""
Meanwhile, Elena's eyes moved slowly across the screen, glued to the screen of her laptop. Something had caught her attention.She leaned closer to the laptop, her fingers resting on the keyboard as she went back through the financial records she had been studying.She already knew Westbridge Consulting Group wasn't registered as one of the company's vendors.There was no active contract and no proper record explaining why the company had been receiving money for almost two years.That alone was suspicious, but something else had caught her attention: the first payment.Elena traced the payment back to the date it had been approved.A name was mentioned: ‘Daniel Brooks.’ She paused; Daniel had been the company's financial director at the time.She opened his old employee records and read through them carefully. He had authorized the first payment to Westbridge.Only for him to resign a few weeks later; the reason given was simple.Personal reasons.Elena frowned; she still wasn’t sati
Maya had barely slept. Even after she returned to her apartment the night before, she couldn't get the image out of her mind.Elena walking into the hospital, the doctor’s words. Maya opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling; she had barely slept before exhaustion finally pulled her under for a few hours.When she woke up, she remained on the sofa, her legs tucked beneath her.Her phone rested on the coffee table. She had checked it several times that morning. There were no calls or messages from Elena.Part of her was relieved; another part was terrified. She had no idea how she was supposed to act around Elena now.Should she pretend she knew nothing? Or should she treat her exactly the way she always had?Should she tell Elena that she knew? The thought alone made Maya's chest tighten.She didn't know what was worse, knowing the truth or pretending she didn't.A knock suddenly sounded at the door.Maya frowned; she wasn't expecting anyone. She slowly got up and walked toward the
Night passed quietly. By the time morning arrived, the house had settled into its usual rhythm.The servants moved quietly through the halls, preparing breakfast while the sunlight slowly slipped. Elena stirred beneath the sheets; a soft yawn escaped her mouth as she opened her eyes.She stretched her arms above her head, then turned toward the window.For a few seconds, she simply lay there, then something suddenly came to her mind. Elena's eyes widened.Her conversation with Olivia from the previous day came rushing back to her. She had wanted to speak with Damien about it but dozed off while waiting for his return home.She immediately threw the blanket aside and got out of bed."I need to talk to Damien."Without bothering to fix up herself, Elena hurried out of her room.She walked quickly toward Damien's bedroom. When she reached his door, she knocked.“Ahem.” Elena cleared her throat when she didn’t get a response."Damien?" Elena called out. She knocked again and again; she go
Earlier that morning, Damien had already left to find out more about Elena’s situation.A sleek black Rolls Royce Phantom drove into the executive parking area of St. Mary’s Hospital.Jules stepped out first with his briefcase and opened the rear door.Damien came out a second later, his expression unreadable. There wasn’t a trace of the gentle husband Elena had seen that morning, only the face of a cold and intimidating businessman.The two men entered the hospital. Jules had already informed the hospital director of their arrival.The director was waiting in the lobby. The moment he saw Damien approaching, he hurried forward with an eager smile.“Mr. Carrington.”He extended his hand.“What an honor it is to welcome you to St. Mary’s Hospital.”Damien accepted the handshake politely.“Thank you.”“If you will follow me.”The director led them toward the executive offices.Several doctors and nurses paused discreetly as they walked past. Few people ever visited St. Mary’s with the ki
Elena made it to her car before the shaking started. She climbed into the driver’s seat and gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white, taking deep, shuddering breaths that did nothing to steady her racing heart.Victoria’s pregnancy announcement had struck her like a knife to
“Elena?”Elena’s head snapped up. Standing at the bottom of the escalator, shopping bags from the hospital gift shop in her hands, was Victoria.Her stepsister’s eyes widened with surprise, then immediately narrowed with calculation as she took in Elena, the medical information packet clutched in h
Back at the mansion, Elena finally stirred around noon. She blinked against the dim light filtering through her curtains, disoriented for a moment. Her body felt heavy.She reached for her phone immediately, and as the screen lit up, a calendar reminder flashed: Dr. Turner - 12:00 PM - Brain Tumor
Damien knew he was attractive but after his wife passed away, he had not felt the same way for another woman. He had learnt to ignore advances with practiced ease."Good morning, Dr. Mitchell," he replied briefly , his tone making it clear he was here for business, nothing more.Dr. Mitchell turned







