Why the Crocodile Tears? のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 361 - チャプター 370

"Two months ago,'' Gregory replied calmly, marking the parts he considered important in the book and jotting notes beside them."Two… months ago?" Louie blinked, looking completely stunned.He'd only been out of the country for a little while—what the hell had he missed?On the other hand, Adrian wasn't that surprised.After all, two months ago, when Gregory found out Anathea had left a divorce agreement—along with the news that she was pregnant before disappearing—Adrian was the one who had to step in and clean up the mess Gregory had left after losing his mind in the office.He could still picture Gregory sitting on the floor, legs sprawled out. His hands were bleeding from the thorns of a rosebush, muttering Anathea's name over and over again. He acted like a dog abandoned on the side of the road.At the time, Adrian realized something—before he understood love, Gregory was distant and unfeeling, like a man made of stone. But once emotions found their way in, even that hollow

Holding the applicator, Anathea paused for a second. She didn't know how Gregory had figured out it was her so quickly."Louie's heavy-handed. He wouldn't be this gentle. But you don't have to do this. Go rest," Gregory uttered softly.Anathea didn't leave, nor did she say anything. She just continued applying the medicine to his wound.Gregory looked up at her reflection in the window.Anathea stood behind him, her brows lowered. A strand of hair had fallen loose, and she tucked it behind her ear with one hand. The fading sunlight cast a soft, warm glow on her.He stared at the reflection intently, as if he was trying to imprint this image of her into his memory forever. A dark and selfish thought rose in him—he wanted to hide her away, to keep her from anyone else's eyes.He wanted her to belong only to him.Anathea had no idea what was going through his mind. Once she finished applying the medicine, she picked up a clean piece of gauze and wrapped it around his shoulder and b

Gregory paused as he met Theo's shocked and furious gaze. "Yes," he replied coldly and decisively.Adrian froze for a moment, though subtly."Gregory, are you out of your mind?" Theo shouted.He'd expected Gregory to be enraged after Anathea insisted on escaping that day, but he'd never imagined Gregory would go this far."You're restricting her freedom, cutting her off from the outside world. What do you take her for? Do you think she's a bird to be locked in a cage like this?" Theo gritted his teeth.If Gregory weren't so badly injured, Theo would've punched him without hesitation. He'd never seen Gregory act this insane."Well, if you have a better solution, feel free to tell me. Can you guarantee that she'll be able to handle it once she learns what's happened to Adam?" Gregory shot back coldly.That one sentence shut Theo up. He couldn't argue; he could only breathe deeply. But he still couldn't swallow the anger, so he slammed a fist into the wall. "Damn it!"He could alr

William froze for a moment, a flicker of guilt in his eyes. But he still steeled himself and replied, "No one told me to do it. I did it on my own!""You're not willing to tell me, huh?" Gregory casually picked up the fruit knife on the table and toyed with it in his hand.The sharp tip of the knife reflected a cold gleam under the light, casting a chilling glow on William's face. When he saw that, his body trembled.William kept swallowing, cold sweat already soaking his back. He knew the man in front of him was capable of absolutely anything.Still, he stubbornly said, "I told you. No one told me to do it—"Before he could finish speaking, Violet was dragged over. "Ah!"The moment the knife in Gregory's hand shifted toward Violet, William panicked. "What the hell are you trying to do? I already told you everything. What, are you going to kill us now?""Nope, I'm not going to kill you. Death would be a relief. Why would I let you off that easily?" Gregory responded as he played

Gregory was nearly knocked off balance by the sight of that glaring patch of crimson on the white bedsheet.He immediately shouted into his phone, "Come here right now!""What happened?" Louie froze when he heard the faint tremble in Gregory's voice. Could it really be…"Annie's bleeding…"Gregory's heavy voice came through the phone, full of despair. Louie's eyes widened for a second, then he quickly started guiding Gregory through emergency steps.When he arrived at Sinclair Villa with his medical team in a rush, he opened the bedroom door and saw Gregory sitting by the bed, his face dark as ink.He seemed shrouded in shadows, his usually upright posture now slumped, as if all the strength had been drained out of him.Louie pressed his lips together and quickly stepped forward to examine Anathea.Gregory grabbed his hand, saying hoarsely, "No matter what, save her first.""Okay," Louie replied. "You should wait outside."Gregory didn't move. His eyes stayed fixed on Anathea