LOGINThe moment the car stopped, Talia got out.Cecilia stayed behind the wheel and rolled down her window. "Talia, I've got class, so I won't be able to stay with you."Talia hadn't expected Cecilia to stick around, so she just smiled and said, "That's fine. Go ahead."Cecilia straightened up and was about to start the car when something crossed her mind. She turned back. "I'm sorry I can't talk any sense into my brother."Talia gave her a gentle smile and waved her off. "Whatever's going on between him and me has nothing to do with you. Go about the rest of your day. I'll be fine."Cecilia still felt the weight of it, but she knew that saying more wouldn't help. She ultimately pulled away.Talia walked into the hospital and headed straight for the hematology ward. She knew the route by heart and found Henry's room without any trouble.When she stepped inside, he was hooked up to an IV, propped against the headboard, mindlessly scrolling through videos on his phone. He looked relaxe
The wind swallowed Christian's words as the car pulled away.Even so, Talia had heard him clearly enough. Cecilia, on the other hand, acted as though she hadn't heard a thing and stepped harder on the gas.It wasn't until they'd been driving for a few minutes that Talia turned to look at her. "Cecilia, where are you taking me?"Cecilia eased off the accelerator at the sound of her voice and eventually found a spot to pull over.The moment the car stopped, she turned to Talia, her face full of concern. "Talia, my brother's an animal. What he did to you was wrong, but please don't shut me out because of him."She started out angry, but by the end, her voice had softened into something closer to a plea.Talia smiled softly. "I know. I'm not shutting you out."Cecilia dropped her gaze, guilt written all over her. "I'm sorry."Talia's smile lingered, gentle and unbothered. "What are you sorry for?""For what my family did to you," Cecilia said, meaning every single word.Talia did
Joseph swallowed hard and turned to Margaret. "Sit down. Let's have some soup."Margaret took a seat and settled down, giving a slight nod. "Fine."Joseph ladled out a bowl for her himself and handed it over. "Try it."Margaret took the bowl and brought it to her lips, ready to enjoy it. The moment the broth touched her tongue, she spat it right back out.She slammed her hand on the table. "That little witch! She's trying to kill us with salt! She's been away so long that she's forgotten how to cook!"Joseph tried a spoonful next. He spat it out just as fast.He stood up, let out a long sigh, and looked at Margaret. "Something tells me that she is going to give you plenty of headaches from here on out."Margaret frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"Joseph didn't elaborate. "Figure it out."He headed upstairs without saying another word, leaving Margaret sitting alone at the dining table. She turned his words over and over in her mind, yet still couldn't make sense of them.
Talia untied her apron and rinsed her hands under the faucet. She glanced back at the pot of soup on the stove, allowed herself a small, satisfied smile, and walked out of the kitchen.Christian met her at the door, clearly irritated. "So Mom tells you to cook, and you jump right to it, but when I ask you to do something, you won't?"The implication was obvious, but Talia pretended she hadn't caught it. Christian grabbed her arm and started steering her toward the exit, but when they passed Margaret, Talia stopped.She looked up at her mother-in-law and softened her voice. "Margaret, I made some soup for you, Joseph, and Franklin. I was pressed for time, so it's just the one dish, but please make sure you all try some. It's a new recipe I've been working on."Christian had stopped the moment he felt Talia halt behind him, and when he heard what she was saying, something jolted through him. For just a second, it felt like they'd gone back to the way things used to be.But the feeli
Margaret's displeasure was immediate. "If Talia's your wife, then what's the point of bringing her here?""To make sure you know that she's still my woman." Every single word out of Christian's mouth carried a clear warning.Margaret let out a dry laugh. "Well, you've said your piece. You can both leave now."But Christian didn't leave. Instead, he took Talia by the arm and brought her further into the living room.Talia blinked in surprise, momentarily caught off guard, before finding her voice. "I'll go make lunch."She turned and headed for the kitchen without waiting for a response. She'd rather be stuck doing grunt work over a stove than standing in the middle of that awkward standoff.Margaret watched Talia disappear into the kitchen and rolled her eyes."Tramp," she muttered under her breath.Christian stiffened. He kept his voice low, but there was a sharp edge to it. "That's vulgar."Margaret looked up at him, her eyes narrowing. "Excuse me?"He met her gaze head-on.
Talia turned and started walking toward the front door. Her first few steps were quick and sharp, but after a couple of strides she slowed down.By the time she reached the doorway, Christian still hadn't called after her.She finally stopped, unable to take it anymore, and spun around. "Christian, can you just save Henry first?"Christian set his spoon down and looked up at her, his gaze perfectly level. "See, this is exactly what I mean. The second I lose this leverage, do you really think you'll still stand there and talk to me this calmly?"Talia was desperate, but she had nowhere to turn. "Christian, for once, can't you just do the right thing for once?"He lowered his eyes, and his voice came out with a finality that left no room for negotiation. "This isn't up for discussion."Talia could see that his mind was made up. So, she had no choice but to give in. "Fine. Let's go.""Where?""To the Lane residence," she said, her voice drained.He smiled at her response. "Good."
Before Shayla could react, Quentin's expression darkened instantly. His hand found the wound on Shayla's face. He pressed down slowly, then suddenly squeezed hard.Quentin used so much force that his entire body tensed along with the pressure.At that moment, Shayla cried out in pain and struggled
The tension in Christian's face finally eased at Talia's words. After a brief pause, he asked, "What did Yvonne say?""She called a kid a bastard," Talia replied.Christian froze for a moment, as if he couldn't believe it. He didn't respond.Talia didn't let it go. She pressed, "Christian, answer
Quentin looked up at Talia once he was done messaging Millie. He had assumed that Talia was still asleep, but her eyes were already open.He looked puzzled. "What's wrong?"She had been sleeping fine just moments ago, and now she was suddenly awake. He put away his phone, his expression filled wit
The police accepted Talia's request without hesitation. One of the officers said, "Alright. We'll find out the truth as soon as possible."After calming her down, the police officers left the ward.Not long after, they returned.Sitting by the bed, one of them looked apologetic as he said, "We ju







