After the incident involving Nathan back then, Hendrix had used the excuse of Ophelia's advanced age to move her into a nursing home.Although it was touted as the best nursing home in Coppersville, its management was extremely strict. Outsiders couldn't visit freely, and those inside naturally couldn't leave, either.As for whether Ophelia was truly enjoying her retirement there or not, who could say for sure?If it weren't for the sudden appearance of Grant, Noelle might have almost forgotten that Ophelia even existed."Mrs. Freeman, the doctor has already examined Mrs. Freeman Senior today," Grant said respectfully. "She doesn't have much time left. Mrs. Freeman Senior no longer cares about worldly matters. Her only wish now is to see her grandson.""By grandson, do you mean Nathan?" Beatrice's tone was indifferent. "But he's abroad now, and I doubt he can make it back in time.""If Mr. Hendrix is willing to give his permission, there's still time. That's why I'm asking for yo
This was Noelle's first time visiting the nursing home where Ophelia lived. And barring any unexpected circumstances, it would likely be her last.Rosie was also visiting such a place for the first time, her eyes wide with curiosity as she looked around. She turned to Noelle and asked, "Mommy, why are all the people sunbathing over there so old?""Because this is a nursing home. It's where elderly people live.""Where are their children?""Probably working outside," Noelle answered."They don't stay with them? That must be so lonely for the old people."After Rosie said that, Grant, who was leading the way, glanced back at them.Noelle didn't respond, only tightening her grip on Rosie's hand.Beatrice had come with them today, but she had no intention of seeing Ophelia. She knew she wasn't the person Ophelia wanted to see in her final moments, so she waited outside the room."Ms. Swanson, this way, please," Grant said, as respectful as ever.Only then did Noelle lead Rosie in
Noelle pursed her lips and finally took the document. "Thank you."After speaking, she glanced at Rosie. Rosie immediately caught on and said, "Thank you, Great-Grandma."Ophelia didn't say anything more. She just leaned back on her bed and looked at Rosie.Noelle didn't have much to say to her, and Rosie was still a little afraid of Ophelia, so they didn't stay long.Once Ophelia drifted off to sleep involuntarily, Noelle quietly led Rosie out of the room. She had expected Beatrice to still be waiting outside, but when she stepped out, she found Hendrix standing there instead.A frown immediately appeared on her face when she saw him.Hendrix, however, looked calm. When his gaze fell on Noelle, it first swept over the folder in her hand.After hesitating for a moment, Noelle handed the folder to him. "Mrs. Freeman Senior gave me these shares, but they're of no use to me. You can have them back."Hendrix smirked and said, "She didn't give them to me. Are you sure you don't wa
In the end, Hendrix made the call. It was the first time in over two years that he had contacted Nathan. But to his surprise, the person who answered wasn't Nathan."Who are you? Are you a family member of Nathan's?"The way the person spoke on the other end made Hendrix frown. He immediately sensed something was wrong. "What happened to Nathan?""He was in a car accident, and the wound got infected," the person replied. "If you're a family member of his, you'd better come quickly and have him transferred to another hospital."The country Nathan had gone to had extremely poor sanitation and healthcare. Countless people died from malaria every year. Even the locals struggled to get access to quality medical care. What was more to say for someone like Nathan, who was alone with no support?Hendrix had originally planned to let Nathan fend for himself there. After all, from the very beginning, he had never intended for him to return alive.But what Grant had said earlier had deeply
During this period, rumors about Dylan and Noelle had been circulating within their social circle. Dylan was the rising star in the business world, while Noelle was Hendrix's ex-wife. The fact that these two were together naturally attracted a lot of attention, even without any deliberate embellishment.However, both of them had kept a low profile. In fact, it was rare for anyone in their social circle to spot them together, leading many to wonder if the rumors were even true.That was, until now.What made it even more noteworthy was that today was the day of Ophelia's memorial service, and yet, Dylan and Noelle actually showed up together. What were they trying to signal?The atmosphere, which had never been particularly quiet to begin with, suddenly became lively.All eyes turned to Hendrix, as if everyone was eager to rush up to him and scrutinize his expression closely.Noelle, however, seemed oblivious to the gazes fixed on her. She simply lowered her head to pay her respec
As soon as Hendrix reached a secluded spot, he got straight to the point and asked Noelle, "Did Nathan come to see you before? What did he say to you?"There was an urgency in his voice, and his gaze was fixed intently on Noelle.Noelle was slightly taken aback. She then frowned and said, "What are you talking about?""I'm asking you—during the time when I was in trouble, Nathan came to see you, didn't he? What did he threaten you with? It was because of what he told you, wasn't it? You were afraid it would affect me, and that's why you chose to divorce me, right?"Hendrix had tried his best to keep his voice and emotions steady, but even now, he couldn't completely suppress the slight tremor in his tone. His gaze remained locked on Noelle.He had arrived at that conclusion after thinking about it for days. It seemed like the only explanation that made sense. Yes, Nathan must have threatened Noelle back then.Otherwise, if she had truly left him for wealth and status, if she had
"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Noelle asked Hendrix after checking the time.Hendrix didn't respond, and Noelle took that to mean that he didn't. So, she turned and walked away with another word. There was not the slightest hesitation in her movements.Hendrix watched her retreating figure and suddenly let out a bitter laugh.Just then, his phone rang. It was someone from Nathan's side."Mr. Freeman, Nathan's awake. Do you have anything you want to say to him?"Hendrix took a deep breath before replying with a curt "yes"."Got it," the person on the other end responded immediately.After a few seconds, Hendrix heard Nathan's voice."Well, well, if it isn't Hendrix, my dearest brother!"Though Nathan was still as sarcastic as ever, Hendrix could still detect the weakness in his voice."It's shocking that you actually still remember you have a little brother," Nathan added.Hendrix ignored the sarcasm and got straight to the point. "Grandma has passed away."There
Deep down, Hendrix knew that it was meaningless to ask that question. After all, he had already gotten the answer from Noelle herself. Yet, he couldn't help himself. He stubbornly kept asking for an answer, seeking proof again and again that he was loved.Nathan was momentarily stunned by his question. Then, he laughed and asked, "Is this why you reached out to me?"Hendrix didn't respond, but his silence was as good as confirmation.Sensing this, Nathan laughed even louder. It was as if he had just heard the most absurd joke.After some time, he finally calmed down and said, "What do you think? You don't actually believe I forced Noelle to leave, do you? Well, I'll be straight with you, Hendrix. My conversation with Noelle back then was actually very simple."I merely had to mention the baby for her to immediately understand what I was getting at. After that, she agreed to leave without hesitation. To be honest, I had planned to use something else to threaten her, but she was so
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