The Love Triangle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 301 - チャプター 310

Stephen, too scared to continue, rushed to Andrew's side, about to call for the butler and a doctor."I'm okay," Andrew rasped, the metallic taste of blood on his tongue. "Keep it down, don't alarm Grandma."Sophia had just calmed down with her meds and gone to bed, shaken by Stephen's earlier words.Another shock could do some real harm."But you've got to look after yourself." Stephen said."It's nothing," Andrew insisted, his anger having forced a clot of blood from his chest, which oddly made him feel a bit better. The thought of Cilix brought the fury rushing back."I always said that Cilix was no good, but your aunt would not listen and married him anyway!"I figured he was just a pushover, not cut out for much. But to think he was already married with a kid! And then he has the nerve to come asking for her hand in marriage! He's a fraud!"Damn him! Damn him all to hell!" He spat out the curses as another coughing fit took him.Stephen was right there, helping him brea

"Trevon, can't we just stay together, please?" Desperation laced Lydia's voice.She had lost count of how many times she had begged him. She had lowered herself to the ground for him.Yet Trevon seemed like a statue, not even budging. "We had an agreement. After the birthday party, we'd go our separate ways.""No, no, no! I don't accept that! I've changed my mind. Trevon, I can't break up with you!"Madeline doesn't even love you. She only married you for Bella's sake! It's your wealth she's after! She's not worth your love! I'm the one who loves you most in this world!"Trevon's brow furrowed deeper. Patience was never his strong suit, and Lydia's repetitive pleas were starting to grate on him. He unwound her hands from his waist, one by one. In the night's shadow, his face seemed to grow colder. "I'll overlook this for old times' sake. I've said as much many times before. "The night of the accident, after too much wine, I never meant for things to go that far, and the baby...

"You know, we're practically family. Just beg me for forgiveness, and I might just let you off the hook this time."Jack's face twisted into a malicious grin, eyeing Trevon like he was nothing more than a helpless stray dog, ready to be kicked around.Trevon shot him a dismissive look, not in the mood for idle chatter. What really got under Jack's skin was Trevon's air of superiority, as if he considered everyone else beneath him, mere garbage.With a venomous spit, Jack slammed his baseball bat against the ground and barked, "Give him a beating he won't forget!"In an instant, the gang closed in like a pack of thugs.Lydia shrank behind Trevon, her grip on his arm unyielding, "Trevon, what do we do? I'm terrified."Trevon's lips tightened into a thin line as he faced Jack, "This is between you and me. Let her go."Jack let out a sharp, mocking laugh, his eyes lingering on Lydia. After scrutinizing her for a moment, he burst into a loud, derisive laugh. "Well, if it isn't Ms. Sa

Irritation flickered in Jack's eyes, and he spat out bitterly, "You're really laying it all on the line for him!"Facing him head-on, Lydia's expression was one of unwavering determination. "I love him! And I'd do anything for him, willingly. I've given you my word, now let him go!""Fine, fine, fine!" Jack repeated the word, his gaze dripping with disdain as he looked at Trevon. "Never thought I'd see the day, Trevon, when you'd be so low as to hide behind a woman. Pathetic."Trevon's face turned to ice. "I don't need your pity. Come at me if you dare!""No! Let him go!" Lydia's grip on Jack's leg was unyielding.Jack stood, pulling Lydia up with him and drawing her close. "Trevon, you know I've never been able to say no to Lydia. She's asked, so I'll give her that much respect."What he did not say was that he had already gotten word that the cops were on their way."Because of Lydia, I'll let you off this time. But just this once."He flashed a chilling smirk. "Just be caref

Finding their seats, Madeline and Dallas settled in just as the lecture was about to kick off.Madeline caught sight of Sadie trailing behind Yash, a familiar presence. It clicked—both were Fergusons, likely kin. It had been ages since Madeline had soaked up a talk on oil painting, and Sadie soon faded from her focus as she was swept up in Yash's words."The transformative journey of Mandorla oil painting through history..."Yash was in his element, a true maestro of the brush, unveiling secrets and techniques that even made Madeline sit up and take notice.It was a reminder that no artist was an island, engaging with peers was key to growth and inspiration. The lecture wrapped up in what felt like a blink, and it was time for questions.But before Yash could pick the first inquirer, the doors swung open and in came a lively bunch. They were a group of foreigners, one of them clutching an object shrouded in black fabric.Madeline's memory jogged—it was the same group that had vie