"I-I didn't push her that hard," the woman said in a daze.But as soon as she spoke, Hendrix snapped out of it and immediately rushed after Noelle. But by the time he stepped out of the supermarket, she was nowhere in sight.A frown immediately appeared on his face. After a quick glance at the street signs, he drove straight to the nearest hospital."Where are you going? Hendrix!" the woman called after him, but Hendrix didn't slow down.He arrived at the hospital in no time, but when he checked the emergency room, Noelle wasn't there.His frown deepened as he approached the nurse. "Was there a little girl brought in here just now? She's about two years old and has a nosebleed. The woman who brought her in looks like this."Hendrix quickly showed the nurse a photo from his phone."Oh, you mean the little girl with leukemia? She was taken directly to Dr. Moore. She should be in—""What did you say?" Hendrix cut her off. His voice dropped, laced with a chill and a hint of disbeli
Seline arrived at the hospital very quickly."What happened? Didn't Rosie just get discharged this morning? How—"She wanted to ask more, but when she saw Noelle's red-rimmed eyes, she swallowed her words back down."It's all my fault," Noelle said softly. "I shouldn't have taken her to the supermarket. I shouldn't have argued with them. If only I had—"Noelle didn't finish her sentence. Her lips were pressed tightly together, and her hands were clenched so hard that her nails dug into her palms.Seeing this, Seline quickly grabbed her hands. "Nonsense! This isn't your fault. I know you, out of all people, would never want to see Rosie hurt."Noelle remained silent, but this was even more alarming than before.Seline opened her mouth to speak but quickly noticed something. Her voice rose slightly as she said, "Rosie, you're awake!"At those words, Noelle seemed to come back to life. She immediately took Rosie's hand. "You're awake? Does it still hurt?"Rosie shook her head slo
Hendrix was standing right outside.The moment they locked gazes, Seline let out a cold laugh. "Well, well, if it isn't you, Mr. Freeman! What? Do you think you haven't done enough? Here to continue your role as the great educator?"Hendrix ignored her, his eyes fixed on Noelle. "I need to talk to you."Before Noelle could respond, Seline cut in, "Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to talk to Noelle like that?"He stood there silently. Throughout the entire conversation, he didn't even spare Seline a single glance.His dismissive attitude only made Seline's expression darken even further. Just as she was about to speak again, Noelle had already stood up."Can you watch Rosie for me?" she asked softly.Seline clenched her teeth but finally nodded.Noelle walked past her without a word, not even looking at Hendrix, and headed down the hallway.Hendrix glanced at Rosie on the hospital bed first.Her eyes were closed, and her small face was pale. A thin IV needle
Noelle said she was sorry.If her earlier response had merely left Hendrix a little surprised, then these two words were like a stab into his chest.His lips moved, but it took him a long moment to find his voice. "Why are you apologizing?""I should've made Rosie apologize to you right away," Noelle said softly, eyes downcast. "You were right. When someone does something wrong, they should apologize. If she had done so then, none of this would have happened."As her mother, I failed to teach her properly. So, I'm apologizing to you for that. And about what I said to you earlier… I wasn't trying to be difficult. I was just too anxious at the time, so I hope you won't hold it against me."When she finished speaking, Hendrix fell into complete silence."Oh, and thank you for the arrangements you've made with the doctors. I—"Seeing that Noelle was about to continue, Hendrix cut her off sharply, "That's enough."He slowly clenched his teeth. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't y
Noelle sat there for a moment, watching Hendrix's retreating figure before finally returning to the hospital room.Seline was by the bedside, mindlessly scrolling through muted videos on her phone. It was obvious her focus wasn't on it. As soon as she saw Noelle walk in, she immediately stood up. "You're back?"Noelle nodded."What did you guys talk about? That bastard—""He said he didn't know about Rosie's illness," Noelle interrupted.Seline choked on her words. "What… What do you mean?"Noelle didn't respond.But Seline shot up from her seat as if something had bitten her. "That's impossible! How could he not know? He told me him—"Before she could finish, Noelle covered her mouth and glanced toward Rosie.Realizing her mistake, Seline lowered her voice. "He told me himself that he knew! He even said it was your choice! He said he was going to find someone else to marry and have kids with."Seline was in the middle of throwing one accusation after another when Noelle sudd
To Noelle's surprise, Hendrix didn't show up the next day.However, the team of medical experts he had promised arrived promptly. They held a meeting with Rosie's current doctors and ultimately decided to proceed with the surgery.As Rosie's mother, Noelle had already undergone a compatibility test, but she hadn't been a match. Now, they were waiting for Hendrix's results.If his test also came back negative…Noelle didn't dare to think further.Hendrix didn't show up over the next two days as well. His absence made Noelle realize his intentions. He had arranged for the doctors and agreed to a compatibility test solely out of a sense of paternal responsibility. It had nothing to do with anything else.Honestly speaking, realizing this brought her a sense of relief.After all, a few days ago, Seline had mentioned that children were a bond between parents. And because of Rosie, there might be a chance for something to change between Noelle and Hendrix.When Noelle heard this, her
Noelle instructed the caregiver to look after Rosie before following Dylan out."The last time we met was over a year ago, right?" Dylan asked. "You had just given birth, and I was swamped with work, so we didn't get a chance to talk properly."The hospital yard was filled with patients enjoying the sunshine.They found a quiet spot in a gazebo. Dylan sat down on the bench first, his demeanor relaxed and natural. That calm composure was something only a seasoned businessman could possess.Noelle had seen it countless times in Hendrix. But perhaps because she was used to Dylan's gentle and approachable nature, seeing him adopt this tone made her feel uncomfortable.After a brief pause, she let out a soft hum."You know I've started my own company, Dyno Corporation, right?" Dylan asked."Yeah, I saw the news. The company looks successful. Congratulations."Dylan chuckled. "Thank you. By the way, there's something you probably don't know. My grandfather… He's passed away."Noelle
Dylan smiled, but gone was the warmth that used to fill his face, and in its place was a sharp, icy edge.Noelle's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly composed herself. "It wasn't you.""Oh?""You just didn't want to marry Jean. And before that, she had already been sentenced for kidnapping and assaulting me. Your goal was achieved. There was no need for you to target her family further. So, it wasn't you," she reasoned calmly.Dylan looked at her, his smile deepening. "So, should I feel happy that you trust me?"Was it trust?Noelle wasn't sure. But if she had to explain, it was more because she believed Dylan had no reason to do something so unnecessary.But if it wasn't Dylan who reported Brian, then who was it?As if reading her thoughts, Dylan said, "It was Hendrix."Noelle immediately looked at him.He smiled and said, "Do you remember what I told you back then? I knew that even if Jean committed a crime, her family would do everything to cover it up. But if it involv
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