บททั้งหมดของ I wish it were you: บทที่ 741 - บทที่ 750

"I'm not protecting her. I simply want her to face a fair trial," Kendrick said, pausing as he extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray."Cael, everything that happened back then should end here. You've already done so much for Miranda. Leave the rest to the police — don't pursue meaningless revenge any further."Cael's eyes burned with the fire of vengeance. "And if I refuse?"Kendrick fell silent for a few seconds before responding, "Then I'll have no choice but to use my own means to make you accept my decision."Annabelle glanced at Kendrick, thinking how domineering and unreasonable he could be.While she agreed with his approach, she couldn’t deny that his words sounded awfully tyrannical.Even Coco, her fluffy white cat, seemed displeased, flicking its tail and swatting Kendrick's leg twice."Hiss—" Kendrick winced, then flicked Coco lightly on the forehead. "I see. Grandpa's spoiled you rotten."Then, turning back to Cael, he asked, "Have you made up your mind?"Cael’s tense

Julissa briefly imagined what it would be like — getting involved with Scott, starting an office romance?Her heart thumped nervously at the thought.But she quickly shook her head, realizing that if she really became his woman, she might just end up as unpaid labor, without even the prospect of overtime pay. After all, capitalists were bloodsuckers, and Scott didn’t seem inclined to treat her any differently. Why else would he deduct half her salary just because she skipped work once?Thinking about that still made her wince.As for how she’d respond to Scott, Julissa had yet to decide.Sure, every time she saw him, her heart raced.But his status made her hesitate.They came from completely different worlds. She feared that even if they got married, their vastly different backgrounds would lead to constant clashes — from their families to their social circles.And what scared her the most was the thought of throwing herself wholeheartedly into the relationship, only for it to end in

Annabelle didn’t think much of the commotion at first — after all, she wasn’t a big celebrity.But when she overheard the mention of reporters, she instinctively grew wary. Lately, journalists had been relentless in their attempts to corner her.She had hoped that a short trip to the Maldives would help divert their attention. Yet, even after returning, the paparazzi still loitered outside her school, waiting to pounce.Frustrated, Annabelle had no choice but to take her classes remotely from home, avoiding unnecessary exposure.Surely this crowd isn’t for me, she thought, though the unsettling feeling lingered.Curiosity got the better of her. Setting down the store magazine, she walked to the entrance and peeked outside.A sharp-eyed reporter immediately spotted her.“There she is! It’s Annabelle!”Her heart sank. The swarm of people surging toward her was far greater than the usual group at her school. Among them were not just journalists but also bystanders, likely drawn in by the

The car door was locked, and Julissa couldn’t open it.But thanks to Ada’s foolish move of lowering the car window earlier — intending for the reporters to get a clearer shot — it also made it easier for Julissa to reach inside and unlock the door.The moment she yanked it open, she saw a man attempting to assault Anna. Fortunately, the cramped space of the car and Anna’s fierce resistance had prevented him from succeeding. His panic and frustration were evident.“You bastard! Get your filthy hands off her!”Without a second thought, Julissa swung the fire extinguisher with all her strength. She hit whatever part of the man she could reach — his back, his side, and even his rear. The man yelped in pain, clutching his bruised body, cursing under his breath as he finally released Annabelle’s hands.“Julissa!” Annabelle’s voice trembled with both relief and fear. She quickly tore the tape from her mouth, yanked open the other door, and jumped out of the car.But Julissa wasn’t finished.

Annabelle sat in the corridor, repeatedly asking herself—there were so many bad people in this world, so why did it have to be Julissa? She was such a simple, kind girl. She had never harmed anyone. Maybe it was her own fate that was cursed. Otherwise, why did tragedy always befall those who got close to her? Kendrick kissed away her tears. His lips were cold yet soft, like a gentle breeze brushing against her face. He whispered countless words of comfort, calling her “baby,” his eyes filled with worry. It was as if he were trying to wake someone from the dead. Annabelle wanted to take his hand, wanted to pull herself out of the swamp of guilt and self-blame, but it was like being trapped in a dead-end alley. Unless Julissa was out of danger, she couldn’t find her way out. She didn’t know how much time had passed—every minute felt like a year. Then, Uncle Hickman and Auntie Hickman arrived. Annabelle saw Auntie Hickman sobbing into Uncle Hickman’s shoulder. She didn’t dare loo