Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride: Kabanata 1111 - Kabanata 1120

Don Smith was so furious his face flushed red. “Would she have left if you had not angered her? Do you think that I don’t know what you’re playing? We're in this together now, and you have to listen to me even if you don’t want to!”His words were right, though. Alejandro had some reaction, but it was sarcasm. “Do you not know why she’s left? She thinks that I’m the one that killed Lynn. The woman she had saved did not live to see the sunrise, so she thinks I’m a cruel man, that’s all. You want me to go get her and then tell her that you’re the one that killed her? Wouldn’t that ruin her image of you as a kind grandfather? Hmm?”Don Smith was speechless, and momentarily did not reply. “Is that really all there is to it?”Alejandro raised an eyebrow and did not say anything. Don Smith sighed. “I’ll call her.”Very soon, the call was connected. The old man put the phone on speaker mode, and Alejandro could clearly hear Melanie’s voice, “What’s wrong, grandpa?”Don Smith adopted his

Tiffany curled into a ball as she hugged her knees on the couch and cast him a sidelong glance. “It’s been one full day and one night. Are you awake now? Have you thought of a good script to cheer me up? You haven’t answered me. You’ve had fun being with a few women behind my back. If you tell the truth, we’ll have something to talk about. If you’re going to lie, forget it.”He looked at Arianne pleadingly. Arianne shrugged, holding Aristotle in her arms, indicating that she was at her wit’s end too. He had no choice but to surrender. “I did not. Really. Last night was the first time I’ve brought a woman to a party. We didn’t do anything else. I don’t even know that woman. She’s a last-minute female date that I’ve asked a friend to help rent out. I didn’t even give her my contact details. Mark and I had one each. If you don’t believe Mark and me because you think that we’re in cahoots, you can ask the other woman. That woman’s name is Janice Bell. She’s from Mark’s company. Ask her if

Arianne took Aristotle for a bath after a short rest. Mary was old, so Arianne would take care of Aristotle’s needs whenever she was home. She was exhausted but happy to do it. Childhood only happened once, and it was fleeting. She did not want to miss out on Aristotle’s growth.Heavy snow was falling outside, but the house was just warm enough. After a tiring time in the bathroom, Arianne emerged, drenched in sweat. However, the sight of the fresh-smelling Aristotle brought her a sense of fulfillment. She carried Aristotle back to the room, put on his clothes, and put him in his cot. “Mommy’s going to take a bath. Have fun with daddy, okay?”Aristotle grinned at her as he ate his fingers. She smiled back.Mark walked to the cot and looked at Aristotle. “Do you want me to treat you like how Jackson treats Tiffany?” he asked her.Arianne was taken aback. Then, she answered seriously, “I do, and I don’t. Women like being taken care of, but everyone is different. You and Jackson are v

Arianne didn’t like being patient. She did not want to shoulder such baseless accusations. Her intention was to teach Robin, not just to order her around. She got up and deliberately raised her voice. “Robin, I haven’t looked into how the sample got destroyed. Even though we salvaged it in the end and there was no particular setback, we can’t just let go of something like this. I’m going to request for the surveillance footage from Mr. Yaleman. You take care of these sketches. Thank you.”Robin knew that Arianne was going to kick up a fuss, so she carefully replied, “Mm.”There were surveillance cameras in every corner of the office, including the workshop. Everything was clear once they checked the footage. The staff who usually bossed Robin around had been the ones behind it. They hadn’t known that it was Arianne’s sample and had to use the mannequin the next day. Thus, they had taken out the sample straight away. That would have been fine, except that they had cruelly planned on m

Outside an abortion operation studio in the hospital, Alejandro sat on his wheelchair and waited quietly with Jett loyally standing beside him. Melanie was in the middle of the surgery.The little thing which came without his blessing would soon be removed. Alejandro had thought that he would be unperturbed by the entire process, and indeed, that was the case when they arrived at the hospital in the morning or when Melanie was doing a series of pre-surgical checkups.Then his wife was sent into the studio, and he suddenly became restless and troubled. He thought of how Tiffany and her large baby bump looked like. He remembered Smore’s cute little face. He did not hate kids—he just hated the idea of fashioning posterity from his unsightly, ignoble blood.“Mr. Smith, what if Don Smith found out about this? I mean, he might be able to tell from tiny details of Melanie’s recovery, since we’re all living under the same roof, which makes it very hard to conceal the effects of this abortio