ログイン"Daisy!"Adriana grabbed Daisy's hand—it was as cold as ice.She pulled it into her arms to warm it, her other hand reaching up to touch Daisy's face. It was just as cold, devoid of any trace of warmth."Take her inside first."Francesco lifted Daisy into his arms and, guided by the servant, strode quickly into the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed.By then, five or six medical staff stationed at the estate had arrived.Adriana was led outside by Francesco to wait. Her nerves stretched taut as she stared fixedly at the closed door.Half an hour later, a doctor stepped out.Adriana rushed forward. "How is she?"The doctor glanced at her but said nothing, heading outside to call William.Adriana tried to go into the bedroom to see Daisy, but a servant blocked her path.Moments later, the doctor who had gone to make the call returned."Mr. Este, Miss Adler—Mr. Reeves requests that you leave."Adriana demanded angrily, "What the hell happened to Daisy?""This is a private
"I thought you wanted to see Daisy. I can take you to her.""Really?!"Adriana leaned forward, blurting it out in excitement."Let's go."With a faint smile, Francesco rose to his feet, straightened his back, and strode out.Adriana hurried after him, jogging to keep up. "You're really taking me to her? You're not messing with me, are you?"It wasn't that she didn't want to trust him—but even Oliver couldn't find Daisy. How could an outsider manage it?"I gave the Hill family's land to William in exchange for letting you see Daisy."Francesco's tone was light, almost casual, yet Adriana's steps grew heavy, her body freezing in place."How much would that land be worth in cash? I'm a major shareholder of the Slater Group. I should be able to afford it."Since the age of eight, she had been repaying debts of gratitude. But such debts weighed heavier than the sky. She could no longer carry them."After you've seen Daisy, we'll settle the amount slowly."Francesco pulled open t
In the hospital, Chris lay on the bed, his breathing weak, his complexion so pale it looked almost translucent.Alex took away his phone and had a ventilator fitted."Focus on your recovery. Don't overthink things."After waking, Chris insisted—despite his fragile condition—on calling Francesco.Alex hadn't heard what was said, but judging from Chris's barely-living expression afterward, it was clearly nothing good.Chris closed his eyes. His long, fragile lashes trembled lightly with each shallow breath.His whole body ached, but the deepest pain was in his chest, as though the weight of the entire world had pressed down onto his heart alone.Early the next morning, Alex received another message from Adriana asking for updates.His reply remained the same: she still could not visit. Last night, Chris had explicitly stated that he did not want Adriana to come.To avoid any emotional disturbance, it was better that she stayed away for now.A young doctor approached with a repo
Alex did not dare to tell the truth, nor did he dare let Adriana remain there."But—"Adriana still wanted to insist on staying, but Alex cut her off."If you stay here, Chris will worry about you. It won't help his recovery. Adriana, do you trust me?"Adriana bit her lower lip and nodded."Alright… I'll go home."She could guess that Chris's condition was far from optimistic, but she didn't want to interfere with Alex's work.Before leaving, she went to the intensive care unit where Chris was being treated. Through the glass panel on the door, she looked inside.She saw nothing clearly—Chris was completely surrounded by cold, clinical machines and tubes.Oliver drove her home, and on the way back, asked, "Do you want to stop somewhere to eat?""No. I'm too tired. I just want to go home and sleep."Adriana's mind was in chaos. She only wanted to return home and be alone.Oliver did not insist. He only dropped her off before leaving.After closing the door, Adriana walked s
When Alex arrived, one glance at the scene was enough to send his heart plunging straight into the depths.He immediately directed the medical staff who had come with him to lift the three injured people onto ambulances, while he followed the vehicle carrying Chris and began emergency treatment on the way.Oliver drove with Adriana, following them to the hospital.Chris, Joan, and Dennis were all rushed into the operating rooms.Specialists from every department of the Nash Hospital were urgently assembled for a joint rescue effort on Chris.Adriana sat on a bench, the tear tracks on her face already dried and stiff.Oliver brought over alcohol wipes and gently cleaned the blood from her hands."There are top doctors from all over the world here. Chris will definitely pull through this like he did six years ago."After the extreme shock, Adriana had gone numb. She took out her phone and called Alfred.Alfred was currently downstairs, accompanying Cassandra in the ward. The mom
"I'm done with work today. I'm heading home first."Since Adriana couldn't find a solution with Oliver, all that remained for her was to look elsewhere.Oliver watched her hurried departing figure and lowered his head with a bitter smile.It seemed that Adriana was always fond of "meddling." In the past, she had involved herself in Chris's affairs; now she was entangled in Daisy's.Because of that, she often drove herself to exhaustion.And because of that too—Adriana was Adriana, irreplaceable and singular.Adriana left the laboratory. The moment she stepped out of the building, a car came hurtling toward her.It was too fast—she had no time to react. In a split second, she only managed to glimpse the distorted face behind the wheel.It was Joan."Ahhhh—!"Instinctively, she screamed and shut her eyes. A violent impact exploded through the air, followed by the screech of tires tearing against the ground.A blast of force swept toward her, sending her stumbling backward befo
"Chris, Edward has a surprise for you. He's waiting in the bedroom—go take a look," Joan urged.Chris thought about it for a moment. Adriana was probably asleep already; it was better not to disturb her. He withdrew his hand, and Joan pushed his wheelchair away.…The next day was Saturday. Joan
The taxi doors were locked, and the protective barrier around the driver's seat completely trapped her. Adriana's voice trembled."I—I can give you money… however much you want… Please… just let me out…"No response came. The driver sat like a silent statue, chilling her to the bone.The car sped
Chris frowned, eyes flicking between Adriana, Oliver on her left, and Francesco on her right.Oliver hurriedly explained, "Mr. Este is my guest. We're collaborating on a project."He had long sensed a tension between Chris and Francesco. It seemed the feeling was mutual—Francesco didn't look favor
Grandma Rosie had once told Adriana she dreamed of Adriana's parents, Roger and Samantha, imploring her to take care of Adriana. To be entrusted is to be faithful. Adriana's sense of responsibility toward Chris likely stemmed from the influence of Grandma Rosie throughout her childhood.She crouc







