He didn't hear Flora's response as the living room door was ajar, someone walked in from outside. "Boss, the car is ready, we can..." The newcomer gulped, forcing out the words "leave now...", then bowed his head. His face screamed 'I didn't see anything.' Interrupted, Matthew released his hold, stepping back. He sighed, speaking to the girl still panting against the wall: "The car is ready. Let's go... to visit the children." The cheerful anticipation of seeing Flora's children was dampened by the melancholic melody of the evening. She followed Matthew to the car, which swiftly moved to a mansion by the river. "This place is guarded very carefully. Without my permission, no one can step in. The children are here, you can rest assured." Matthew spoke as they walked. Flora looked around, frowning: "Isn't this... a bit excessive? Why don't you bring the children home?" After a pause, Matthew finally replied: "I am their father, I wouldn't harm my children." He didn't directly ans

She felt there was no common ground between her and Patrick, there was no need to continue the conversation. Their story had long become a thing of the past. In this way, it was even hard for him to remain a friend. Patrick didn't call out to keep Flora. He stood still, watching her retreating figure with a bitter smile, mumbling: "I also want to let go, to forget about the love we once shared. But... it's too late now." Leaving the rendezvous with Patrick, Flora gathered her spirits and met up with her best friend Morela. "Is there something bothering you?" Morela frowned as soon as she saw her friend. Flora shook her head: "No... nothing..." "Don't hide it from me. Let me find a mirror for you to see your own face. You can't even manage a proper smile, and yet you say there's nothing wrong." Morela muttered: "If there's a problem, just tell me." Flora sighed deeply. It seemed she was terrible at concealing her emotions, anyone could read her at a glance. "Morela, did yo

As she was immersed in myriad thoughts, brainstorming on how to "deal" with Flora, the thorn in her eye, there was a knock at the door once more. Her eyes lit up brightly: "Have you returned?" Yet the man who entered from the outside was not the one she had been longing for. "Winky?" Selena frowned: "Why are you here? How many times have I told you not to appear before me unless you've been summoned!" Her mood was already fraught, and Winky's uninvited presence only aggravated her further. Noting her interrogative tone, Winky deflated, sighing heavily. His long scar, stretching from his forehead, twitched. "But I... Miss, I can't help but care for you and the child!" Winky had been Selena's shadow for years. Being abruptly dismissed now, he could hardly bear it. Selena's brows furrowed further, her voice raising: "Didn't I already give you money? Go! The farther, the better! I don't need you anymore! Go quickly!" She hadn't forgotten that this mansion was owned by Matthew, a

After walking a bit more, Flora turned around. In the heavy rain, she could no longer see the faint lights from the villa. It was only then that she realized she had lost her way in a forest. Cold raindrops pierced through the thick canopy, falling straight onto the ground. The forest was dark and cold. "Ah, there's a signal now!" Without hesitation, she called Matthew. What came from the phone's speaker was still the icy voice: “The subscriber you have dialed…” From her wet clothes and hair, the rain seeped into her body, making her shiver with cold. Her mind began to descend into a dreamy haze, and she took each step with deliberate slowness. Tripping unexpectedly over a brittle twig, she stumbled, her knees crumpling to the ground. Her umbrella was flung aside, splattering muddy water in all directions. A sharp pain shot up from her knee, spreading its torturous tendrils into her brain. Unable to contain her distress any longer, she burst into tears. "It hurts so much..

From the moment she discarded the gun, Emma had silently positioned herself in front of Flora, mentally preparing to sacrifice herself in protection. Without a word, Winky picked up the gun and threw himself out the window. His figure disappeared into the solid black night, as though he had never appeared. Emma dashed to the window to shut and latch it, finally sighing a breath of relief. "Miss, that was a daring move! Do you realize my heart was in my throat the entire time?" Emma feigned wiping sweat from her forehead. "Emma, why do you know martial arts? Also, why do you call me 'Miss'?" Flora asked straightforwardly, with an assured follow-up: "You're not an ordinary housemaid." Such skills couldn't possibly be attained without years of training. She didn't have the chance to ask while Winky was there. Now that the immediate danger had passed, she turned her doubtful gaze towards the person beside her. Emma casually confessed: "I'm indeed a housemaid, but also a bodyguard. I'