INICIAR SESIÓNNaomi Hart felt the weight of Sebastian Cole’s gaze and turned her face toward the window. Sympathy sat uneasily on her skin. She had never known what to do with that particular look soft, concerned, almost wounded on her behalf.Old Mr. Sinclair stood near the door, watching the quiet exchange. His voice cut through the stillness, calm and absolute. “I need a word with the rest of you. Come with me.” He stepped into the corridor. Marcus, Derek, and Nathan followed without question. At the threshold the old man glanced back once, eyes locking briefly with Sebastian’s. A silent understanding passed between them. Then the door closed.Only three people remained in the private room. Sebastian’s mouth tightened into a hard line. “I’ve already sent Owen to dig into the accident.” “Thank you.” Naomi’s lips pressed together, the red of them almost colorless against the hospital light. She was certain the crash had not been random. Someone had wanted her broken or worse on the exact
“Grandfather, I’m going to the hospital to see her.”Old Mr. Cole gave a small nod.He had told Sebastian the news precisely so that the younger man would go. Since Sebastian had brought it up himself, he agreed without hesitation.“Go. There are some high-quality supplements in the warehouse. Take them with you.”“Alright.”Sebastian turned and left the study at once.Watching his grandson’s retreating back, Old Mr. Cole narrowed his eyes.This boy had always wanted to cancel the engagement with the eldest daughter of the Sinclair family. Yet right now he was more anxious than anyone. As the heir of the Cole family, treating a woman like this… was it a blessing or a curse?Meanwhile, at City General Hospital.Naomi Hart slowly opened her eyes. The first things she saw were three strikingly handsome faces, each with its own distinct charm.“Naomi’s awake!” Derek Sinclair’s lips curved upward in pure relief as he quickly stepped aside so Marcus could move closer.Marcus Sinclair exhale
“Ethan, what’s wrong?” The soft smile faded from Chloe Bennett’s lips.Had he already forgotten the promise he made to her?“Nothing.” Ethan Blackwood came back to himself. His gaze settled on Chloe, the old gentle anticipation gone, replaced by calm indifference. “What do you want?”Chloe’s expression shifted slightly. She could sense the change in his attitude. She parted her lips, then swallowed the words she had planned to say.“You’ve been so depressed these past few days… I just wanted to cheer you up.”The answer caught Ethan off guard. He pressed his thin lips together. Looking at her, his eyes softened a fraction. A flicker of guilt rose in his chest.Chloe was thoughtful, gentle, always attentive. How could he have thought her dull or boring even for a moment? This was the woman he had once dreamed of having by his side. And now she was here.“Chloe… it’s good to have you.”Hearing those words, Chloe finally relaxed. She told herself she could not afford to be too indulg
The 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 Ashford, 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. D
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







