Hendrix's hand remained suspended in midair. When he realized Noelle had no intention of taking the keycard, he immediately frowned.But Noelle acted as if she hadn't noticed and simply pulled out the documents she had prepared. "Rather than that, let's talk about the terms of our deal first."Hendrix didn't respond, his eyes fixed on the papers in her hand."This is the surgery consent form. Please sign it," Noelle continued.Last time, he had claimed he hadn't agreed to her terms, and she had no way to argue. So this time, she came prepared.Hendrix was a businessman, and as a businessman, he valued tangible, signed documents above all else. In addition to the consent form, Noelle had prepared another contact—one outlining the nature of their… relationship.It stated that she would fulfill Hendrix's need, but only during Rosie's recovery period. Once the surgery was successful and Rosie was fully healed, their relationship would end immediately, with no further ties.The terms
But in the next moment, Hendrix turned away again.Seeing this, Noelle instinctively reached out and grabbed his hand. It was a gentle gesture, and she had even prepared herself for him to shake her off, but he didn't.He simply turned his head and looked down at her hand."I'm sorry," Noelle said again. "I shouldn't have thought of you that way last time. I was wrong, but Rosie is innocent. Can you please help her?"She carefully chose her tone, her voice dry and hoarse. If there had been any other choice, she wouldn't have wasted a single second here with him. But she truly had no other way.She also knew that Hendrix wanted to see her like this. He wanted her to beg him and humble herself before him.When she finished speaking, Hendrix was finally willing to look at her. Then, he gently gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at him.Their eyes met.Her eyes were slightly red, her lips trembling. Coupled with her face, which was noticeably thinner from the stress, she looke
Hendrix had held back. After all, back then, he was the one who had been abandoned. For the one who was left behind, chasing after Noelle to ask why felt like admitting defeat.So, since their reunion, Hendrix had never asked her this question. But now, he couldn't hold back any longer because he really wanted to know.Noelle's actions back then had seemed contradictory to him. She said she didn't want to suffer with him, yet she refused to take anything that belonged to him.At the time, he had given her so many things. Just taking one or two would have been enough to ensure her a comfortable life, but she had taken nothing.So, the reason she gave was just an excuse to deceive him. Then, why did she really leave?Hendrix stared at Noelle, desperate for an answer.Noelle stood there, her eyes meeting his for a moment before she softly said, "Because I was pregnant at the time.""What?""Had I not been pregnant then, I might have been able to stay with you. But I had a baby to
"Hating your own child and even wanting to watch her die?" Noelle shouted."Yes, I did say I'd try to be a good father, but it's obvious I can't do it." Hendrix's tone was calm and direct. He was plainly telling Noelle that he had gone back on his word. He simply couldn't do it.But, so what? The hospital required the consent form to be signed in person. The decision was in Hendrix's hands, and as long as he refused, no one could force him to sign it.Honestly speaking, Noelle had never anticipated such an outcome. In her mind, no matter how cruel Hendrix could be, she always believed there was still a shred of humanity in him. So surely, he wouldn't just stand by and watch his own child die, right? But reality proved her wrong. As it turned out, he truly could be that cold-blooded.Suddenly, Noelle found herself at a loss for words. Her mind was completely blank. Her lips trembled, but no sound came out.Finally, she said, "Hendrix Freeman, I will hate you for the rest of my li
After Noelle finished speaking, Seline was visibly stunned. Clearly, her mind was struggling to process what Noelle had just said.After several seconds, she finally asked again, "What did you just say?""Hendrix said he doesn't want to go through with the surgery anymore," Noelle repeated in a hoarse voice.Seline immediately yanked off her headphones. "Has he lost his mind?"Her voice was sharp, loud enough to wake Rosie, who had been sleeping in the hospital bed.Rosie blinked sleepily at them. "Mommy…"Noelle quickly stepped forward and took Rosie's hand. "Did we wake you? I'm sorry."Rosie looked at her, then at Seline. The latter's face was still flushed with anger."Mommy, are you and Seline fighting?" Rosie asked."No, we're just discussing something. It's okay. Go back to sleep, Rosie," Noelle replied while gently stroking Rosie's cheek.Rosie wanted to say more, but Noelle quickly changed the subject. It took a while, but after some coaxing, Rosie eventually drifted
Noelle fell silent. What Seline knew, she knew, too. In fact, she understood it a hundred times more clearly than Seline did.But right now, her mind was completely blank. She knew Hendrix hated her. Whatever he wanted to do to her, Noelle didn't care. Yet, he chose to do nothing. And precisely because he did nothing, he had her completely at his mercy.Noelle knew he was doing this on purpose. Playing with people's emotions and manipulating everyone like puppets were things he excelled at and enjoyed.So, he also knew exactly what would hurt Noelle the most. This time, his strike was precise and devastating.Seline was still talking beside her, but Noelle could no longer hear her. She just stared blankly at Rosie lying in the bed.Rosie was still so young. Her warmth and vitality were still thrumming. But now, it felt like Noelle could only watch helplessly as Rosie slowly moved toward decline."Noelle? Noelle!" Seline called out to her, gripping her shoulder.But Noelle couldn
Noelle ended up visiting Rosie first.Beatrice had planned to accompany her, but perhaps sensing Noelle's resistance—and realizing that it was her first time meeting Rosie—she felt it inappropriate to enter the room empty-handed after arriving in such a hurry.So, when she reached the doorway of the hospital room, she stopped and decided not to go inside.Through the slightly opened door, she could hear Rosie's soft, childlike voice. Unable to resist, she took a few glances inside. But all she saw was Rosie's back, her round little head, and a pair of fair arms.Beatrice could tell with just that one look how well-behaved Rosie was. Her gaze softened.Just then, Noelle came out of the room. She had wanted to remove her IV drip earlier, but Seline firmly refused to allow it. So, she still had the needle in her hand when she stepped out."What do you want to discuss with me?" Noelle asked after returning to her own hospital room."I just received this today," Beatrice replied, han
"I saw some news about you recently. You're unable to work for the time being, right?" Beatrice slowly said. "Although Ms. Swift is a loyal friend and her family has a solid background, at the end of the day, Rosie is still my granddaughter."So, I don't want to see her depending on someone else for her life. And I know you feel the same way. Besides, she'll need time to recuperate after the surgery. The medical resources in Coppersville are among the best in the country, so staying here is the most logical choice."As for my home, you've been there. It's quiet—just me and a few household staff. You can rest assured that Hendrix rarely goes there. So, why don't you think it over?"Beatrice's tone was calm and measured. It was clear she had prepared in advance. Every word was deliberate, laying out all the pros and cons for Noelle to consider.Noelle stared at her for a moment before asking, "Why?""What?""Why would you want us to move in with you?""I've already told you. It's
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