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Elena “Come on, Elena, you want to fire Malvin over such a trivial issue? You need to think thoroughly about this. Something else might be at play, you know.” Why was everyone trying to put this on me? Malvin betrayed my trust, and not the other way around. Even Ruth spoke about being careful in handling this situation. She believed I was handling this too hastily. How could they all make it seem like I was the freaking problem? “Not you too, David. What? You think I’m crazy? What the heck is wrong with you guys?” “Elena, calm down. You wouldn’t want everyone around you to think you could discard them at the slightest show of betrayal. Everyone is innocent until proven guilty. No?” Was David kidding me right now?“What the heck, David! What evidence are you talking about? I signed a contract with SM Group. That was something I had totally no idea about. Malvin is my executive assistant. Only he had the opportunity to present documents for my signature. In case you forgot, no one

RonanI couldn’t tell why I came all the way here after leaving the office. I had a few things to sort out, so I just took the time to enjoy some peace and quiet. My thoughts were centered on Uncle Jones. I couldn’t even remember the last time I visited him.I was standing before his ward, my legs feeling too heavy to move. However, I knew I had to make a move. I came here to see him, after all. Sitting on the chair beside his bed, I stared at the man who always looked as straight as a pole. Fond memories of how well this man treated me surfaced in my mind. He was like a second father to me, yet I feared no one could see him stand on his own two feet anymore. Those who were in a vegetative state for close to a decade and ended up waking up were rare. They usually never woke up. “Uncle Jones, we missed you so much. Every time I come here, I remember the sacrifice you made for my family. You are an embodiment of brotherly love, and you loved my father like he was your own kin. You a

RonanI don’t know how I got to my house, but I was certain I nearly died a thousand times while coming here. I have slept in our room, on our bed, for every single night since Elena left. I always chose her side of the bed, wishing I could just get a whiff of her scent. Whenever I wasn’t in bed, I was in the study room, staring at our wedding photo like a fool. “How could this happen? How could Elena be dying?” No. I wouldn’t accept this. She was so full of life when I last saw her, so how could she be dying? Harold wouldn’t tell me what condition she had, nor would he tell me how long she had to live. How was I supposed to stop myself from going crazy after what I just heard? I dragged my feet to the bedroom, ignoring Benson along the way. He was at the foot of the stairs, quietly watching me as I headed up the stairs. I went through great lengths to get the man to come back and work with me. As soon as Elena left, Bemson became a different person. He wouldn’t greet me as enthusia

Ronan“Elijah Greene, why don’t you apply for a job under my competitors? Wouldn’t that be a great fit, since you already love them so much?” I took careful steps back toward my room, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the plain walls that greeted me once again.“I… I’d just sleep at the factory if they can’t repair this phone. I’d bring it here first thing in the morning.” Elijah proposed in a flustered voice as he rushed toward the door without waiting for me to respond to his words. I didn’t even have the energy to banter words with Elijah right now. Wouldn’t that make me too free?“I guess you’re not too stupid, after all.” As soon as he disappeared from my sight and was about to rush away from the building, I called out to him in all seriousness. “Elijah,” He responded by opening the door and poking his head through the slightly opened door. It was as if I forbade him from entering the living room. “Elijah,” I called out again, this time around, in a much lower voice. He was alread

Ronan“Brother Ronan, when I grow up, would you really marry me?”I remember that cheerful voice that always accompanied me wherever I went. “Yes, of course. When you grow up, I’ll only marry my Elena. No one else can be my wife apart from you.” Elena was only nine years old when she asked me that question. We had both heard the adults speak so many times about us getting married when we all became of age. I was always glad that my parents arranged this marriage, even before we were born. I knew Elena Jones was the only one for me. She was more like my better half.When I said I would only be with Elena, she had a twinkle in her eyes that I had never seen before. Even at such a young age, she had an unspoken conviction. She wanted to be mine and mine alone. Looking at how bashful she looked under my gaze, I relished in taunting her even more. “So, how about you grow up quickly? We need to get married, no?” My index finger landed on her nose when I said this, and she giggled. The sound