Noelle and Hendrix were already divorced. How could there still be any contact between them? After all, Hendrix wasn't crazy. And with Noelle stuck in her current mess, who in their right mind would want to be associated with her?After waiting for a few more minutes, Sandra felt her worries leaving her completely. She glanced toward the driver and said, "Let's go.""Sure. Where to?" the driver asked briskly, but his question was met with silence. When he glanced back curiously, he noticed her staring fixedly out the window."Wow! Is that a Maserati? Fancy car for this part of town," the driver mused.Sandra, however, didn't react. Her eyes stayed glued to the vehicle. She was biting her lips so hard that the skin had split, leaving a faint trace of blood. Yet, she didn't feel the pain at all.It couldn't be Hendrix. It was impossible. There was no way he would come here. No way he'd have anything to do with Noelle again.Her gaze faltered, losing focus, and her clenched jaw sudd
Three days after Sandra's visit, Noelle finally went to the hospital.She had a mask over the lower half of her face. Through a quick conversation with one of the nurses, she was able to confirm that Matilda was indeed hospitalized. However, when she pressed for details about the illness, the nurse refused to provide any further information.Left with no choice, Noelle silently stepped into the elevator and rode it to the designated floor. As she approached the hospital room, she heard Matilda and Sandra talking."I think Maxwell is a good match. After marrying him, I'm sure you—""But Mom, I don't even like him!" whined Sandra, close to tears. "And he doesn't like me, either. Did you know that he didn't get his injuries from a car accident at all? It was because—"She abruptly stopped speaking."Because of what?" pressed Matilda."In any case, he doesn't love me, and I don't want to marry him, either!"Matilda fell silent.Sensing an opening, Sandra clutched Matilda's hand ti
"If I had known what you would go through, I would've kept you by my side, never letting you stray even a step away from me. But Noelle, as hard as those years were for you, they weren't any easier for me. "You once nearly became a mother yourself. Surely, you can understand the love a mother has for her child, can't you?"Tears streamed down Matilda's face.Noelle stared at her for a long moment. "Just say it. What is it that you want from me?"Her voice was unnervingly calm. It was clear she refused to pay along with Matilda's charade.Matilda looked up at her in disbelief. "H-How could you speak to your own mother like that?""Did I guess wrong?" Noelle smiled faintly. "If this isn't about anything, that's even better. I'll be on my way, then."Seeing Noelle actually stand to leave, Matilda couldn't hold back any longer. "Wait!"It was exactly as Noelle had expected. She didn't respond right away. Instead, she turned and looked at Matilda with mockery in her eyes.Matilda
Noelle had long grown accustomed to the Swansons' cursing at her. In the past, it often felt like a sharp sting, but it no longer affected her at all. She could even smile as she turned to face Matilda."It's a shame you didn't do that back then because you're incapable of doing anything now."Matilda was left stunned, unable to find her voice. It wasn't because of Noelle's words but the way she had looked down at her arrogantly. Before this, Noelle had always looked at her with a timid, almost fearful expression, so when had things between them turned into this?Matilda didn't know. All she could feel now was the blood in her veins slowly freezing, rendering her motionless.However, Noelle didn't look back. She felt no regret for coming here today. After all, if she hadn't overheard the conversation between Matilda and Sandra earlier, she wouldn't have been so thoroughly disappointed in them.And it was this "test" that confirmed what she had already suspected—she was truly don
Hendrix immediately got into the car. "I'll head over there now.""We're at Bar Street. Noelle is really drunk, so I'm going to take her to rest at a hotel," replied Sandra."There are only two of you, so don't do anything rash. Just send me the address, and I'll be there right away."After that, Hendrix immediately instructed Levi to start the car. However, it seemed that Sandra hadn't even registered what he had said about not doing anything rash. She simply sent him an address.Hendrix realized something wasn't right the moment he saw the address. He quickly called Dan and asked him to head over to Noelle's apartment to see whether she was there. After that, he tried to call Noel himself. The phone kept ringing, but no one answered.By the time Hendrix reached the hotel lobby, Dan had already messaged him back, confirming that Noelle hadn't returned to her apartment.With no further concerns, Hendrix made his way to Room 1608. He hadn't even pressed the doorbell for long bef
As Sandra spoke, she slowly slid her shoulder strap off. Her skin seemed to glow under the dim light.But Hendrix only glanced at her briefly before saying firmly and coldly, "I thought I made myself very clear the last time we were at Freeman Manor."Sandra froze. She couldn't help but recall that moment when he had pushed her away after she tried to kiss him at the entrance of Freeman Manor.This time, she cast away all of her dignity and threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him tightly."Rix, I really, really like you. Even if we don't get married, I just want to do it once with you. I want to give my most precious first time to the man I love the most. So Rix, please take me!"Sandra's eyes were filled with tears. Her tear-streaked face made her look so delicate and pitiful that anyone who saw it would find it hard to remain unmoved. However, after glancing at her, Hendrix calmly pushed her away. "I only see you as a sister.""Impossible! You were so kind to me be
"Why didn't you answer any of my calls, then?" Hendrix questioned."I didn't hear it because my phone was on silent," Noelle replied.Hendrix suddenly stood up and stormed toward her. His tall figure filled the narrow entryway, and as he approached, Noelle instantly felt the pressure radiating from him. She instinctively tried to step back, only to bump into the door, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.She had no choice but to lift her eyes to look at him. Her gaze seemed to carry some confusion, but there was not a trace of guilt or fear in it.Hendrix lowered his eyes, locking his gaze with hers. After a moment, he said, "Sandra called me earlier and told me you were drinking with her.""With her?" Noelle scoffed. "Do you really think that's possible?"Hendrix nodded. "Yeah, I know it's impossible. But she told me you were drunk, and since you weren't at home or answering my calls, I thought I'd go check on you."His piercing gaze seemed to look right through Noelle. She o
Sandra and Ruth ran into each other in the restroom. Their interactions had noticeably decreased since Sandra's engagement to Maxwell, though not to the point of outright hostility. Now, upon seeing each other, they exchanged polite nods and brief pleasantries."How's Maxwell doing?" Ruth asked, glancing at Sandra, who was touching up her lipstick in the mirror."He's doing quite well. In fact, he's already discharged from the hospital."Even though Sandra was behaving as usual, Ruth couldn't help but feel something was different about her. But before she could probe further, Sandra had finished washing her hands and left the restroom.Back in the private room, the party was already in full swing. However, when Sandra entered the room, she found the crowd surging toward the exit in a chaotic rush. She couldn't dodge in time, but luckily, Ruth managed to pull her back."They're heading to the terrace," explained Ruth when she noticed Sandra's confusion. "It's nearly time for the ci
The moment Hendrix fixed his eyes on Noelle, she suddenly found herself at a loss for words. As their eyes met, even the tips of her ears began to flush red without her realizing it."Why are you looking at me like that?" Noelle couldn't help but ask."So, have you remembered everything?" Hendrix asked instead. "Everything about us?""No," Noelle replied, turning her head away. "My head hurts. Didn't you say you were going to get the doctor? You can go—"But before she could finish, Hendrix suddenly grabbed her hand. His grip wasn't strong, but the way his fingers gently moved across hers felt like an intimate caress.Noelle couldn't help but tremble, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand back.But then Hendrix suddenly said, "Actually, even before we got married, I'd seen you many times."Noelle hadn't expected him to bring this up. She froze for a second. Then, she quickly said, "I know. Back then at college—""Not just at college. After I graduated, I went to see you,
"Who are you?"That was the first thing Noelle said when she opened her eyes.Hendrix had still been basking in the relief of her waking up, but the moment he heard those words, the expression on his face vanished completely."What did you say?" he asked, his voice slightly strained.Noelle didn't answer. She simply stared at him, confusion clear in her eyes.Hendrix clenched his fists tightly. Maybe it was because he had gone through something like this before that he was able to calm himself down quickly this time."I'm your husband. My name is Hendrix Freeman. Do you still remember your own name?" he asked."Husband?" Noelle frowned slightly. "As in—we're married?""Yes. And we have a daughter. Her name is Rosie. She's three years old. This is her picture."As he spoke, Hendrix started to pull up a photo on his phone.But Noelle quickly asked, "Then why don't I remember you?""You were injured. But don't worry. I'll get the doctor to take a look at you."As Hendrix moved
Dylan had been wrong all along.Money and power—none of that had ever been what he was truly meant to chase. Because no one could stay at the center of power forever, and no one could possess those things for all time. What he should have been chasing was just that one light. That one light that would stay on for him late into the night. But now, he knew it was all too late.As he closed his eyes, Dylan suddenly thought of his mother, Leah. He remembered how, as a child, he had longed for a new set of paintbrushes. He had asked his parents for them many times. He even wanted to use his own Christmas money to buy them. But they refused.They believed it was wasteful. It didn't align with the frugal and disciplined lifestyle they lived by. So in the end, Dylan stole the set of paintbrushes from the stationery store.Because he came from a prestigious scholarly family and always kept a refined, gentlemanly image in public, the store owner never suspected a thing.But his parents fo
"Are you crazy? Noelle, let go of the wheel!" Dylan struggled to regain control of the car, but Noelle held onto the steering wheel tightly, refusing to let go.The car didn't slow down. On the contrary, it raced forward at an even faster pace.How long did this go on? Maybe it lasted only dozens of seconds. But for Dylan, it felt like the blink of an eye. Because the next moment, he saw the oncoming car.That car was speeding as well.Dylan didn't even have time to grab his gun. Just as he was about to slam on the brakes, the two cars collided at high speed. There was a deafening crash as the cars were thrown into the air, then slammed back down.Dylan's eyes widened. But in that instant, his first instinct was to turn and look at Noelle. Her eyes were already closed. She looked as if she had been prepared to face death all along. She must have known what he intended to do, and she also knew he didn't actually want to die.The only reason he took her away was so he could use her
Erwin was just about to repeat his question when a voice came from behind."Excuse me, but I think I know where your wife is."Hendrix spun around immediately.Standing behind them was a woman with long hair and big eyes. "I saw her just now in the backyard. Someone was taking her away. If I'm not mistaken, I think it was Mr. Pritchett from Morphy Fund?"At the mention of Dylan, Hendrix's expression turned dark as thunder. He charged up to the woman. "Where did they go?""I'm not sure. But I did take down his license plate number. Do you need it?""Where is it?" Hendrix barked.The woman held out her hand. "I'll give it to you for 1,000 dollars."Hendrix didn't carry cash with him. But he shoved his bank card into her hand without hesitation. "The license plate number!"The woman looked at the card, a little dissatisfied. But considering Hendrix's status, she figured he likely wouldn't care about such a small amount of money. Thus, in the end, she still showed Hendrix the phot
"Erwin!"The voice came just as Erwin stood on the terrace, smoking a cigarette in frustration.Although they had technically won the battle and he had earned a great deal from it, he felt, strangely enough, not the slightest trace of satisfaction. Maybe it was because Hendrix had forced him into the game. Or maybe, by now, winning and losing simply didn't stir anything in him anymore.At the beginning, Erwin had been somewhat excited. He had thought Dylan would be a difficult opponent—someone who could cause serious trouble, maybe even defeat them entirely. That would have been interesting. But instead, everything had gone far too smoothly. There had been no twists and no turns. Just a clean finish. It was boring, to say the least.And the current victory party? Equally so.Hendrix had insisted Noelle attend the party, saying she had flawlessly completed her part of the plan and that this victory was also hers. So, the party had turned out very wholesome, or rather, dull.Erwi
Erwin still showed signs of dissatisfaction. It seemed he was saying something, but Noelle could no longer hear him. She didn't look back either, instead turning her gaze to the other people at the party.The loud music continued, and the excitement and energy of the crowd remained high. But Noelle knew that this wasn't the usual celebration. This, in fact, was just Hendrix's way of making her adapt and accept the situation.Though she had known this for some time, the realization still made Noelle uncomfortable. Then, she suddenly remembered something Dylan had told her a few days ago about her past with Hendrix.Even though she knew Dylan's words weren't necessarily true, that didn't mean everything he said was a lie. How much of the past he mentioned was real, and how much was false?Noelle actually thought her life was fine now. She was willing to accept her past choices and believed in Hendrix's feelings for her. At least, this was what she thought sometimes.But at other tim
Dylan didn't dare to stay there. He immediately drove back to his place.He wanted to take Noelle with him and leave. Even if she didn't have her passport, it didn't matter. After all, there were definitely people looking for him right now.But no matter what, he was going to protect her. Even if they had to roam the world, it didn't matter. As long as they were together, it was fine. Even if it was just a shabby house, as long as there was a light on, that would be their home.However, when Dylan returned to the apartment, he found Noelle nowhere in sight. Gone also were all her things. The desk and floor were spotless, as if nothing had ever existed there.Dylan remained standing where he was. It took him several minutes to finally process what he was seeing. Then, he couldn't help but laugh. It was as if he had just heard the biggest joke—he laughed so hard that his whole body shook.Of course, how could he have thought she would be waiting for him here? How could she possibly
"I'm damned for ever believing your words! Now, just die!" George didn't give Dylan another chance to speak. He pulled the trigger, aiming to shoot a bullet through Dylan's forehead.In that instant, Dylan finally understood. This time, Hendrix didn't intend to leave him alive.If the goal had only been to swallow up Morphy Fund and make Dylan lose everything, the matter would have ended there. However, it seemed that Hendrix must have said something to George, which led him to believe that Dylan and Hendrix were working together—that Dylan had betrayed Morphy Fund.At this point, George had no way out. So, it wouldn't be surprising if he shot Dylan in the head. What Hendrix wanted was for him to die.Dylan didn't know what he was thinking at that moment. By the time he reacted, he had already grabbed the gun's barrel and twisted it violently. The bullet scraped past his head.Without hesitation, George moved to pull the trigger again when Dylan, still holding onto his wrist, forc