LOGINNaturally, the conversation drifted to Adriana's marriage.For some reason, it felt like the entire world already knew she and Francesco had divorced. It left her somewhere between amusement and exasperation."I heard from Oliver that you and Francesco knew each other back in middle school, became a couple in university, even reunited after breaking up—that's quite rare. How did you end up divorcing so suddenly?"Scarlet's tone was calm, neither probing nor pressing, more like casual small talk between acquaintances.Then she added, almost as an afterthought, "If it's inconvenient, just forget I asked."Adriana's fork traced slow circles over the empty plate. After a brief silence, she said, "Marriage is far more complicated than dating. Divorce doesn't necessarily mean two people become enemies. Between Francesco and me, we both have our own difficulties."Scarlet nodded thoughtfully. "From what I understand, the Este family isn't just a well-known Mitalian financial dynasty—the
The next day, Adriana officially joined the laboratory at Sanctity as a specially appointed expert.She did not need to follow the usual employee routines—her only responsibility was to focus entirely on experiments.Oliver placed a cup of coffee beside her. "Adriana, how does it feel to be back?""Thank you." Adriana took a sip. "It still feels like the lab is the quietest place."These machines would not bark orders in her ear—no "this isn't allowed," no "do that instead," no arbitrary hierarchies dividing researchers into ranks.They treated everyone equally, spoke only through data, and would never deceive her with falsified results.Oliver lowered his gaze, briefly resting on a strand of hair near her ear."Are you free tonight? My eldest sister wants to treat you to dinner."Adriana frowned slightly. "Is that appropriate? Your sister is now the head of the Sanctity Group—she's technically my superior. If anything, I should be the one treating her."She did not know Olive
Francesco lowered his head, staring at the screen. It was Adriana's latest post. It seemed that after leaving him, everything was starting to get better for her.His fingers tightened slightly."This is a place for business. The castle is your home.""I don't like that home," Bianca protested softly.Francesco locked the screen. His gaze drifted into the distance, as if speaking to her—or to himself."Soon, it'll get better."When they arrived at the Este Castle, Francesco left Bianca in Mars's care and walked alone to the golf course.Uncle Estev didn't look surprised to see him. He merely lifted his chin."Care for a round?"Francesco didn't take a club. He sat down on the bench at the side instead, legs crossed, his posture relaxed."You're getting old, Uncle."Uncle Estev swung his club hard. The white ball cut through the air in a clean arc."You don't understand. The older a man gets, the more charm he has."Francesco didn't respond. He said flatly, "Are you planning
Mars had noticed that during this period, Francesco's temper had grown increasingly volatile. The people under him lived in constant fear, barely daring to breathe.Not only was his mood unpredictable, but his appetite had also shrunk. He smoked cigarette after cigarette, one right after another.The medication he once used for headaches—at most one pill a day—now required two or three just to keep the pain under control.Mars didn't know what had happened, and he didn't dare ask directly. With Francesco's personality, even if he asked, he wouldn't get an answer.He vaguely suspected it had something to do with Adriana. After all, these symptoms had started only after she left.Thinking of this, he indirectly tried to get information from Bianca."Bianca, when you've been video calling Adriana recently, is the boss there?""At first, he was there every time.""And later?""Later, he stopped coming.""When did he stop showing up?""The day Chris got sick."Mars' eyes widened
"Eat first. After that, I'll help you walk around."Adriana arranged the breakfast on a small table, and they sat facing each other, eating while talking.Chris took a sip of porridge, his voice slightly hoarse."Dean asked someone to pass me a message from prison. He wants me to take care of Edward."Adriana looked up. "What are you planning to do?""I'll hire someone to look after him, but I won't keep him by my side." Chris paused, then asked, "Do you think I'm being too heartless?"Adriana shook her head and placed a peeled boiled egg onto his plate."Your first car accident was caused by your brother. And what you're like now—it's because of Joan. If it were me, I wouldn't bother with their child at all."Chris let out a quiet sigh. "No matter what, Edward is still my brother's son."Adriana said nothing more and changed the topic."What do you want for lunch?"To her, everything from the past felt like a nightmare she no longer wanted to touch."You can just ask the c
The screen on both ends fell into a deathly silence, broken only by Bianca's oblivious, expectant expression.It was Chris who spoke first, his tone cool and detached. "Francesco, long time no see."Francesco lifted his gaze, his eyes sweeping across the screen with a chill."I was originally planning to attend your funeral. Looks like I'll have to wait a little longer."Chris turned his head slightly toward the woman beside him—Adriana—and a faint smile curved his lips."I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you, Francesco. I can't bear to leave Adriana behind."Francesco let out a cold snort. "Chris, are you having a burst of clarity before death? Your mind's already going fuzzy."Seeing the tension rising sharply between them, Adriana quickly stepped in to interrupt."Bianca, I'm going to hang up now. We'll talk tomorrow."She ended the call and turned her gaze back to Chris."Don't take what Francesco said to heart. You're definitely going to live a long life."Chris nodded
Adriana pulled Edward into the hospital room, shooting Joan a sharp, dissatisfied glance."Why did you bring him here?" she demanded.It was so conspicuous, as if she wanted everyone to know."He's Chris's child. If anything were to happen to Chris—""Shut up!" Adriana's voice cut through the ai
Adriana was closer to Chris. Before the German Shepherd could tackle him, she stepped in front of him."Adriana!"Several voices cried out at once as everyone rushed forward.Joan ran straight to Chris. "Chris, are you okay?"Chris pushed her aside and asked urgently, "Adriana, are you hurt?"A
Adriana had always worried about Chris, fearing he would hurt himself.But seeing Joan emerge from his room that morning, clarity struck her: the one suffering all along was herself.She was the one left alone. She was the one upholding the boundaries. She was the one repeatedly making compromises
Until the end of the next workday, Adriana hadn't received a reply from Chris.She had dinner with Oliver, and on the way home, she saw Joan and her son on a video call in the living room."Chris, I want a toy.""Alright. Tell your mom what New Year's gift you want."Chris's voice was clear, tho







