Mag-log inTwo weeks had passed since Jonathan underwent surgery.The Clayton family residence appeared peaceful from the outside once again. But behind the walls of the magnificent house, many things had changed.Alice had chosen to stay there after discovering Lucas's affair. She no longer lived with her husband. They barely spoke anymore.The disappointment had erased whatever love she once had for him.Meanwhile, the investigation into the suspected embezzlement of company funds had begun.That morning, an official letter arrived in Lucas's hands.The moment he read its contents, his expression changed.It was a summons from the police for questioning.Lucas crumpled the paper in his trembling hand.“This can't be…”He read the letter again.His name was clearly written there.Suspected embezzlement of company funds.Lucas drew a sharp breath.“Alex…”Without wasting another second, he grabbed his jacket and immediately left the house.***The door to Henry's study swung open.“Dad!”Lucas's
The hospital corridor felt unbearably tense that night.White lights stretched along the hallway, illuminating faces filled with anxiety. In front of the operating room, the red light was still on—the only sign that Jonathan was still inside.Alice sat with her hands tightly clasped together. Her eyes were swollen. The tears she had been holding back finally slipped down her cheeks again.A few feet away, Lucas stood leaning against the wall. His face was tense, his jaw clenched, and his eyes never left the operating room door.There was no conversation between them.Only a long silence, occasionally broken by the sound of nurses' footsteps.Until footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor.Alice lifted her head.Lucas turned as well.Alex walked toward them.His face still bore the injuries from the fight earlier. The corner of his lip was split, his cheek was bruised, and there was slight swelling around his jaw.Yet Alex's expression remained calm.His cold gaze immediately fell
The house fell silent again after Alex left.Emma stood by the window, watching Alex’s car slowly disappear at the end of the road. Her hand still held her phone. The short message Alex had sent a few minutes ago was still displayed on the screen.I’m going to the hospital for a while. Don’t go anywhere.Emma smiled faintly.But the smile slowly faded.Her gaze shifted across the room.This house…Her mother’s house.For the first time in so long, Emma truly felt as though she was standing in a place that was supposed to belong to her.She slowly walked toward the living room. Her fingers brushed over the surface of an old table that still bore a few small scratches.Her mother used to sit there.Emma still remembered it.“Mom always said this house would be the place I came home to,” she whispered.Her eyes began to glisten.“Why, after you died, was everything taken away instead?”Emma drew a long breath.Alex’s words from earlier echoed in her mind.It all belongs to you, Emma.Tha
After the kiss, the atmosphere turned awkward.Emma was still sitting on Alex’s lap. Her body was stiff, her breathing still uneven. Her fingers clutched the hem of her shirt, trying to calm the frantic pounding of her heart.Meanwhile, Alex remained silent.His gaze never left Emma’s face.Deep.Calm.Yet filled with something difficult to explain.Emma swallowed hard.“Mr. Alex…” her voice came out soft, barely above a whisper.Alex didn’t answer. He simply waited.Emma gathered her courage.“I’m… still curious.”Alex’s brows furrowed slightly.“About what?”Emma hesitated for a moment before speaking quietly.“What exactly is our relationship…?”The sentence trailed off.Emma didn’t continue.She chose silence instead.Alex didn’t respond right away.His hand still rested on Emma’s waist, keeping her in place without force. If anything, there was something about it that felt… comforting.“After everything that happened… I wanted to leave,” Emma continued softly.Alex’s gaze shifted
The front door slammed shut.The sound echoed throughout the house, sending a vibration that seemed to reach Emma’s chest.Alex walked in without sparing a single glance back. His strides were long and fast—as if he was trying to get away before his emotions completely exploded.“Mr. Alex…” Emma called softly.No response.He kept walking toward the living room, passing the sofa and table without truly seeing anything. His face was cold. His jaw tight.Emma swallowed hard. Her chest felt tight.She quickened her pace, following him.“Mr. Alex… wait.”Still no response.Until finally, gathering the last bit of courage she had, Emma reached out and grabbed his wrist.The touch made Alex stop.Emma was slightly out of breath. “Please… sit for a moment.”Alex looked down at her small hand gripping him, then slowly lifted his gaze to her face.Their eyes met.Deep.Tense.But without a word, Alex let himself be pulled. He sat down on the sofa with a slow movement, leaning back, still wrapp
Emma stood beside Alex.Her body was still weak. Her legs trembled slightly, but she forced herself to remain upright. Her hand was still in Alex’s grasp—warm, firm… steadying.But her gaze slowly shifted.Downward.Toward the figure still lying on the floor.Jonathan.He hadn’t moved much. His breathing was heavy, uneven. His chest rose and fell irregularly. His face was bruised, his lips bloodied, his shirt wrinkled beyond shape.The sight made Emma’s chest tighten.Something stirred inside her.A feeling she couldn’t simply ignore.Slowly, she pulled her hand free from Alex’s.Her steps were hesitant.But she still walked closer.“Emma…”Alex’s voice came softly, almost like a warning.But Emma didn’t stop.She knelt beside Jonathan.Her eyes studied his face, filled with complicated emotions.Hatred.Pain.Disappointment.And… a trace of pity.“Jonathan…” she whispered.Jonathan slowly opened his eyes.His vision was blurred, but he could still recognize the figure in front of him







