Todos los capítulos de I wish it were you: Capítulo 1291 - Capítulo 1300

This act of feigning illness—Ryan had kept it up for four years.By the time he turned twenty-four, his wings had fully spread, and he officially began his power struggle. Over the next five years, he gradually reclaimed everything that had once belonged to his father.Though his uncles and other family members still held shares and posed a threat to his position, by that point, Ryan had already become strong enough that pushing him off his throne wouldn’t be easy.After listening to all this, Annabelle did a quick mental calculation—when the young master was twenty-four, she had just turned seventeen.It seemed that was the year he completely severed contact with her, vanishing without a trace, and she couldn't quite understand why.If he had become stronger, why cut her off?Kendrick pressed his lips together, clearly reluctant to explain. “He probably didn’t want to drag you into the family feud… That’s why he never reached out.”“So, he was afraid I’d get hurt…”Kendrick squeezed

Annabelle was speechless—was that supposed to be a vow?But if he really made some harsh vow, she couldn’t bear it either. Sigh, she really had no way to deal with Kendrick.Kendrick gently smoothed her hair. “Alright, alright, don’t be mad anymore. Let me ask you something.”Annabelle glared at him. “What?”“Do you have Seraphina’s number?”“I do…”“Make sure to contact her,” he said, raising an eyebrow at her with a look that clearly meant "you get it, babe."Blushing, Annabelle shot him a glare. “Got it.”This sly old fox really went all out—just to get her to take better care of herself and prepare for pregnancy, and to ease her mind about using the young master’s prescriptions, he actually poured his heart out, explaining everything about the young master’s past. That kind of emotional persuasion? Impressive.But seeing the gentle look in his eyes, Annabelle felt a surge of warmth.It just proved how much Kendrick cared about her feelings—he didn’t want to force her to do anythin

Grandpa Gregory spoke to the two of them, saying that yesterday, Lydia and Colten had completed their divorce procedures. She was no longer the daughter-in-law of the Gregory family, and today was the day she moved out.As for the crimes she committed, they would be handled through legal channels—she would receive the punishment she deserved.Now Annabelle understood the purpose of the bodyguard who had been following Lydia around: he was there to prevent her from fleeing the law.After saying all that, Grandpa Gregory let out a sigh. He said that what Lydia did had brought great shame to the Gregory family, but they couldn't cover up the wound just to save face. Covering it up would only allow it to fester.Then Grandpa Gregory turned to Annabelle.“Anna, your grandfather and I used to be very good friends. You married into our family, and instead of enjoying a peaceful life, you’ve suffered a lot. I’ve always felt guilty about that. So this time, those who’ve wronged you—I won’t let

Kendrick chuckled and rubbed her head. “You like it that much?”Anna nodded in his arms, eyes gleaming. “When did you do this? How come I didn’t know?”Seeing her so happy and moved, Kendrick actually felt a little embarrassed.He had only drawn up a blueprint for the renovation of this conservatory. The interior design had been left to Uncle Trey, who he instructed verbally. In truth, he hadn’t done much at all for her.“I had Uncle Trey handle it after you fell into the sea,” Kendrick admitted honestly.Anna’s surprise deepened. She asked what made him think to renovate the conservatory at that time.Kendrick explained that after she went missing at sea, he searched desperately for two days but still couldn’t find her. As her chances of survival grew slimmer, and he teetered on the edge of despair, he began recalling everything she had ever said or done.Then he remembered her once describing the scene she often dreamed of before falling asleep. So, in the helicopter, he sketched a

Lydia looked at him mockingly. “Why? Because you never divorced her! She had to die for me to finally marry into this family…”Colten let out a furious roar. He abruptly let go of Lydia’s chin as if tossing away a venomous snake. Then his hand flew up—and slapped her hard across the face.Lydia staggered back two steps before collapsing onto the ground. A burning pain surged across her cheek, her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. Her carefully pinned-up hair had completely come undone.In the mirrored glass of the conservatory, she saw herself sprawled on the floor like an abandoned dog.In that moment, she seemed to age decades—like a crazed, deranged old woman.Maybe she had gone mad. From the moment twenty-eight years ago when she was dragged into the cornfield by those three bastards, something inside her had broken.From that day on, her world narrowed.She couldn’t see anything—except a single path:To marry Colten.To rise above others. To never be trampled again.