Side Chick Era… Over のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 251 - チャプター 260

Every doctor and medical team treating Kelly had been carefully picked by her. There was absolutely no way Carter would be able to trace anything.The only problem would come later—when she didn't actually die.But this encounter with that phony doctor was a stroke of luck; it gave her the perfect excuse to escape the mess of not being "dead" months from now.Even if Sharon tried to expose her, neither Carter nor Nate would believe it. If anything, they'd probably accuse Sharon of being cruel and malicious.Sharon's voice pulled Kelly from her thoughts."Carter gave up our marriage and 100 million for Kelly's life. Kelly is so gentle and kind. She might start blaming herself, might feel she's nothing but a burden. If she can't bear the guilt and chooses to die instead of taking the medicine, what then?"Nate's face froze. "You're right... Carter gave up so much. Knowing how kind Kelly is, she really might think that way. No, I need to take full responsibility. I'll make sure she

Sharon paused mid-motion, a cockroach tablet still in her hand.She replied calmly, "You never believed I'd actually go through with the divorce, so I hired a lawyer and filed. I told you last time—after the holiday, you'd be hearing from the court."Carter's voice came through like ice. "I've already agreed to the divorce. Now go withdraw the case.""No can do," Sharon replied, calm as ever. "If, after the cooling-off period, you suddenly change your mind, it'll only delay the process on my end.""After all," she continued, "you've given nothing so far. All you've done is initiate the cooling-off period. Meanwhile, I've already signed a letter of understanding for Nate, and provided the first round of treatment meds for Kelly."Carter's voice was cool and steady. "But you don't seem the least bit worried I'll go back on my word."Sharon didn't deny it. "When dealing with someone like you, if I don't keep a few cards up my sleeve, I wouldn't even know how I died."He could see n

Carter gently swirled the wine in his glass."What Nate said… does make a certain kind of sense."Nate grinned, clearly pleased with himself. "I've seen this kind of thing plenty of times, Carter. Trust me on this one."Carter took a small sip of the wine, his eyes dark and unreadable, something murky flickering deep within them—like a shadow drifting quietly through still water.Julliard opened his mouth to argue again, but Carter's phone rang before he could speak.While Carter answered the call, Julliard leaned toward Nate and lowered his voice. "Haven't you been praying for Carter to divorce Sharon and marry Kelly? Now that he's finally considering it, why are you trying to stop it?"Nate glanced over at Carter, who was still on the phone, then whispered back, "I did think that way before. But now… Kelly doesn't have much time left. Even if she marries Carter, she won't live more than a few months."Rather than letting Sharon walk away and live comfortably, it's better to dr

Back when Sharon was pregnant, the symptoms hit her hard.Everything she had going on—her work, her plans—had to be put on hold.She had once intended to return to her career after giving birth. But Theo was born prematurely. In the end, she stayed home to care for him.And just like that, five years passed. She'd missed more opportunities than she could count.Sharon shook her head. "My mom once told me that Warner is strict—very strict. He hates favoritism, especially when people try to pull strings or sneak someone into his inner circle."Mom had a junior back in the day—extremely gifted—but she was expelled from the maestro's tutelage because of something like that."Wendy's curiosity sparked. "Really? What happened? Tell me more."Sharon nodded. "You probably already know—Warner only takes students with real talent. The kind that's one in a million, if not rarer."They say the woman who got expelled played the cello. And she was good—so good that my mother said even her ow

Warner's expression shifted slightly, surprise flickering across his face."Middle school education?" he repeated. "But from what I've seen, she has at least fifteen years of violin training. Mr. Biggs, are you sure about her educational background?"If Sharon had started learning violin at five, then fifteen years of foundation meant she was still playing at twenty.Talent in music mattered, yes. But without effort, without formal training and deep study, raw talent could only go so far.No one could reach that level through self-study alone.And her playing—so richly textured, so full of nuance—clearly didn't come from isolation. That kind of sound didn't grow in the dark. It required exposure, mentorship, influence. Even someone like him couldn't have taught her that in solitude.Whoever the woman was in that video, she had received advanced training. No doubt.Beside him, Kelly's heart stirred with something sharp—resentment, maybe. No matter where the conversation started,