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Chapter 11

Alan's eyes locked on the document header: [Labor Arbitration Acceptance Notice]The application date was six days ago—the exact day he froze her card."Labor arbitration?" The words hit Alan like a heavy blow. His eyes widened with fury, his voice cracking. "Y-You actually—""Mr. Princeton, next time we meet, we'll talk in court." Isolde's voice was cool and steady, like water from an icy spring.She turned away indifferently, as if even looking at him one more time was a waste of effort.Panic surged through Alan, and he reached for her instinctively. "Isolde! Wait! We—""Alan… Alan… my stomach… It hurts so much…" Sandra's voice broke the air with a pitiful cry.She clutched her abdomen, her eyes brimming with tears. "The child… Our child… Alan, take me to the hospital…"Alan's outstretched hand froze midair. Months of habit pulled him back toward Sandra before he could think.Isolde gave a soft, bitter laugh. The sight was so familiar it made her stomach turn. Without anoth

Chapter 12

Alan looked down at Sandra and said hoarsely, "Sandra, I thought Isolde would eventually figure it out herself and accept your child. I was wrong. I shouldn't have forced her into this. Mia, take Ms. Carter to the hospital."Without another word, Alan turned and walked toward the venue."Alan…" Sandra watched helplessly as he left. The fragile pain on her face twisted into raw malice.Since she got pregnant, Alan had put her first in everything. This was the first time he had abandoned her and their child for Isolde.A vicious gleam flared in Sandra's eyes. 'Isolde! That bitch Isolde! You think you're the only one who can play the victim? Want to steal Alan from me? Dream on!'…Inside the venue, Isolde was speaking with a representative from a potential partner when a shadow suddenly fell across her.Alan stepped in front of her, blocking the space between her and the guest. His stance was hard and uncompromising, with no trace of his usual gentlemanly poise."Isolde, we need

Chapter 13

"Mr. Princeton, I'm busy and don't have time to listen to your meaningless nonsense. Please, move aside." Isolde strode past Alan without hesitation, her steps firm and decisive.Alan's face darkened, and he forced his words through clenched teeth. "You really plan to hand the collaboration over to outsiders? Isolde, there's a limit to your tantrums!"Isolde didn't bother to look back. She headed straight toward Tom and the representatives from the partner company who were waiting for her.Ignoring Alan's livid expression, the group left the venue together.Alan's assistant turned pale. Her voice trembled. "Mr. Princeton… Nightfall just signed with the Taylor Group. What should we do?"The Princeton Group had spent three hard years pursuing that contract. Everyone in the company knew how much it meant to Alan. Yet Isolde had thrown it away so easily out of revenge. Their relationship had once been close. How had it fallen apart so suddenly?Alan's expression grew even darker. He

Chapter 14

Inside Nightfall Corp.'s car, Tom sat beside Isolde, his gaze fixed on the wound on her wrist. "Ms. Vancrest, you're hurt?""It's just a small cut. Nothing serious," she replied."The president gave strict orders. You're Nightfall's treasure, so your health and safety come first. The signing can wait." He turned to the driver. "Head to Central City Hospital. Now."Isolde watched the scenery blur past the window and gave a faint, helpless smile. This would be her third hospital visit in a week. Maybe this was the price of choosing the wrong partner.…Meanwhile, Alan's phone rang.His assistant's anxious voice came through. "Mr. Princeton, Ms. Vancrest's car just turned around. She's not heading to the signing site.""Really?" Alan's tense nerves eased, and a rush of relief flooded him. He knew it. Isolde still cared about him. She wouldn't hand Nightfall's partnership to someone else. She was waiting for him to set aside his pride and coax her.Alan stepped into a nearby floris

Chapter 15

Jason continued, "In terms of status, Sandra is just a widow. The child has no father. In your family, neither of them has anyone to rely on. Whether they live well or not depends entirely on your conscience."I don't dare gamble on your conscience anymore. When they return to my family, I'll find Sandra a dependable husband myself—someone who can be a rightful father to my nephew."Alan's face darkened. "Absolutely not."Jason said firmly, "Don't forget that Sandra is a widow now. She no longer has any ties to your family. A mother remarrying and taking her child with her is both reasonable and legal. You can't stop her."Alan's expression grew so grim it seemed to drip with fury. That was his son. He would never allow Jason to take him away.After a long pause, he made his decision. "Once the baby is out of the incubator, I'll host a family gathering to officially acknowledge him as my son. He'll get 20% of the company stock, and I'll name him the sole heir to the estate."Jaso

Chapter 16

When Isolde returned to Crestmont Estate, Walter was already waiting in the foyer.He handed her a sealed envelope with a warm, respectful smile. "Ms. Vancrest, we got a confession from Leo. Just as you predicted, Sandra was behind it. The audio of his admission is all in here. Also, my investigation suggests their relationship was… unusual. Possibly improper. His phone data is being restored, and once it's done, we'll have solid proof."Unusual? If it truly was an affair, that would be quite the scandal for Alan and Ruth. She almost looked forward to seeing it unfold.Isolde brushed her fingers over the cold envelope, her eyes glinting with frost. "Good work, Walter.""It wasn't me who did the hard part. It was—" Walter stopped himself, covering his mouth at once.That was close. He had nearly sold Bruce out. If Bruce found out, he'd be a dead man for sure."Ahem! Anyway, Ms. Vancrest, Mr. Cheron's 70th birthday is in five days. Will you be attending the party?"Cheron Princeto

Chapter 17

Ruth raised her freshly manicured hand with practiced arrogance. "Otherwise what? Hah. It's Father's 70th birthday celebration. Every member of the family must attend."If you didn't show up, you'd have no place left in the Princeton family. At least you still know your priorities. No matter how upset you are, you'll have to behave and come to the party."Alright, it's Father's birthday. I don't have time to waste my breath on you. After the party, go straight home and make soup for Sandra. She doesn't have enough milk, and my grandson isn't being fed properly."Just then, Alan walked in through the entrance, holding a baby wrapped in a blanket. Sandra leaned weakly against his side. Together, they looked like a picture-perfect family of three."Oh my, Sandra, why are you here? Didn't I tell you to rest at home? You haven't even finished your postpartum recovery. What if you catch a cold?" Ruth greeted her warmly and took her arm with feigned concern.Sandra's face was pale, but s

Chapter 18

Sandra shuddered under the icy gleam in Isolde's smile, instantly recalling that stinging slap at the Princeton Group. Isolde seemed unhinged now, capable of anything. Her very expression was a clear threat.If Isolde took the baby into her arms, everyone would praise her as gracious and kind, and the baby would become known as her son. But that was the child Sandra had nearly died giving birth to. How could she possibly hand him over to Isolde?Sandra quickly took the baby from Alan's arms, her posture protective and tense. "My son's shy with strangers. If he starts crying during the party, it'll be awful. Let's save the holding for next time."Isolde spread her arms with a faint, knowing smile that seemed to say, "See? It's not that I refused."The sudden reversal left the relatives who had just been lecturing Isolde about gratitude feeling as if they'd been slapped. Their faces flushed with embarrassment, and their expressions soured as their judgment shifted toward Sandra."Ts

Chapter 19

Isolde didn't so much as glance at the luxurious gift box Alan offered and held her own simple brocade box steadily. Ignoring every gaze fixed on her, she walked straight toward Cheron, who sat in the seat of honor with his usual air of stern authority."Isolde!" Alan hissed, his voice low but filled with anger. Her defiance infuriated him. To him, she was being utterly unreasonable.Cheron, his hair and beard white as snow, didn't need to raise his voice to command attention. He lifted his eyes slightly, his deep gaze settling on Isolde as she stopped before him.She straightened her back and met his assessing stare with calm composure. Opening the brocade box, she drew out a scroll. "Grandfather, I wish you a long life as steady as the mountains and happiness as deep as the sea…"Before she could unfurl the scroll, a hand pressed down to stop her.Alan's face had darkened. Standing beside her, he spoke humbly to Cheron. "Please don't take offense, Grandpa. Isolde is young and do

Chapter 20

Isolde lowered her eyes, pressed her lips together, and said nothing.Cheron studied her for a long moment before letting out a low chuckle. "Who would've thought?"His laugh carried a knowing tone, as if he saw through everything, tinged with faint sentiment. "My boy Bruce… He fears neither God nor man, yet even he has a day when he dares not admit or face the truth."He didn't push further. Instead, he reached into the red velvet box beside him and drew out a diamond bracelet, its surface glimmering beneath the chandelier like frost on crystal.Taking Isolde's hand, he clasped the bracelet around her wrist. "This is our family's heirloom."His gaze lingered on the diamonds. In the depths of his eyes flickered sorrow and remembrance. "Bruce's mother… wasn't blessed with a long life. She left us far too soon. Today, let me give this to you on her behalf."The chill of the metal brushed against Isolde's skin, sending a jolt through her.Rumor had it that Cheron favored Bruce abov

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