LOGINThe black sedan kept a careful distance behind Naomi Hart’s car never too close, never far enough to lose her. It didn’t even bother hiding its intent.Naomi’s breath caught in a sharp hiss.The road home was nearly empty. This was her only chance.She tightened her grip on the wheel, floored the accelerator, and pushed the car as hard as it would go. The sedan behind matched her speed without effort.“Persistent bastard,” she muttered.In the next second, the pursuing car shot ahead and cut hard across her lane, blocking her path.Naomi slammed the brakes. The violent jolt threw her forward against the steering wheel. When the tires finally screeched to a stop, less than half a meter separated the two vehicles.She locked the doors and waited, heart hammering, for someone to step out.Nothing moved.Just as she reached for the ignition, a deafening impact exploded from behind.Her car was rammed with brutal force. It spun, flipped, and rolled across the asphalt several times before c
“This woman’s timing is a little too perfect, isn’t it?” After hearing about the afternoon conversation between Sebastian and Vera Song, Damon Whitfield spoke the thought straight out. Sebastian pressed his fingertips lightly against his temples, his voice lower than usual. “You think so too?” “What else?” Damon lounged back on the sofa like he owned the place, one leg crossed over the other, a faintly gloating look on his face. “I think you should dig deeper. Someone might be setting you up.” Seeing Sebastian’s puzzled expression, Damon continued, “The moment you confirmed the person who rescued you was Naomi, this woman suddenly appears. And after all these years she still remembers every single detail? That’s not normal.” “I have my doubts as well,” Sebastian admitted, “but it could simply be that the incident left such a deep impression she never forgot the details.” He began reviewing the entire sequence of events, still inclined to give Vera the benefit of the doubt. Damo
Ethan clumsily opened the thermos, poured the blood-nourishing soup into a paper cup, and held it out to Naomi. “You lost a lot of blood. You need to replenish it.” Naomi looked at the cup, then at the forced smile on his face. Somehow, all she felt was exhaustion. Especially after everything he had forced on her before every gesture now only put her on edge. Ethan held the cup for a long time. When she made no move to take it, he set it down with a dejected expression. “I’ve realized how many wrong things I did in the past… how badly I hurt you. But I know I can change. Why won’t you give me a chance to make things right?” In the old days he would never have apologized. He had simply taken her kindness for granted. But after their long separation after seeing her build a new life and a new relationship he finally understood he had lost the best person he would ever have. That regret had taken root deep in his chest, devouring him through countless silent nights. Naomi watched
“What’s going on?” Naomi frowned, confusion sharpening her voice. Julian had always been healthy. How could he suddenly lose so much blood? Ethan’s voice on the other end was tight with urgency. “Julian’s injured. The hospital’s blood reserves aren’t enough. Can you please come and donate? You two share the same blood type.” By the end, there was almost a note of pleading in his tone. A flash of pain crossed Naomi’s eyes, but it vanished just as quickly. Her expression turned cold, her voice distant. “Julian is under your care now. This is your failure as a father. I don’t have time.” She wanted nothing to do with Ethan or Julian. The words had barely left her lips when an inexplicable ache tightened in her chest. No matter what had happened between them, Julian was the child she had carried for ten months. Blood still bound them. “Naomi, the doctor just issued a critical notice. If he doesn’t get a transfusion soon, he could die. Whatever else he is… he’s still your son!” Eth
Sinclair Family Estate“It’s been some time since the family recognition banquet. It’s time for Naomi to formally return to her ancestors and be entered into the family registry.”Old Mr. Sinclair leaned back against the dark leather sofa, his voice calm but firm. He had specifically summoned his three grandsons today for one purpose: to discuss bringing Naomi Hart fully into the Sinclair fold changing her surname and inscribing her name in the family tree.Marcus Sinclair spoke first. “Since we’ve only just found her, we should handle the surname change first. That way the recognition will be complete.”Derek Sinclair nodded in agreement. “Naomi is a Sinclair by blood. The surname should reflect that.”Old Mr. Sinclair’s sharp gaze settled on his eldest grandson. “Marcus, visit the ancestral hall more frequently these next few days. I’m entrusting the entire matter of Naomi’s return to the family registry to you.”Marcus’s expression turned serious. “Don’t worry, Grandfather. I’ll ta
Sebastian Cole’s pupils tightened. A slow breath left his lungs. Damon Whitfield knew better than anyone how long his brother had been chasing this ghost. He leaned in, voice low. “Maybe you should think harder. Is there any detail you’ve overlooked?” Vera Ashford paused only a second before reaching into her bag again. This time she drew out a folded design sheet and set it carefully on the table. A faint flush colored her cheeks. “Benefactor… have you seen this before?” She kept her eyes lowered, almost shy. “I presented this draft at a banquet years ago. You were there that night. For certain reasons I… couldn’t recognize you then.” The evidence landed with quiet weight. Both men stilled. Vera glanced at her phone and rose smoothly. “I’ve taken far too much of your time today. I only wanted to see my benefactor in person and repay the life I owe. I’m sorry for the interruption.” She bowed once, graceful and sincere. “I hope you’ll give me the chance to repay that kindness







