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The venue fell completely silent.Three seconds later, the sound of camera shutters surged like waves as reporters sprang to their feet, scrambling to thrust their microphones forward:“Mr. Turner, can we interpret this as you having lingering feelings for Miss Bailey?”“May I ask, are you sincere, Mr. Turner? Or does Miss Bailey have some kind of leverage over you?”“Miss Bailey is currently single. Will you be seeking a reconciliation?”“Mr. Turner, please respond…”Donald gave no answer. With a blank expression, he turned and left, his retreating figure cold, distant, and silent.Leslie and the bodyguards blocked the reporters behind him.“Please remain calm! No pushing! Mr. Turner’s private life is not the focus of this press conference…”After getting into the Bentley, Donald instructed the driver to return to Rosewood Manor.Leslie and the bodyguards followed closely behind.If he did not deal with Nina first, how could he possibly face Angela and ask for reconciliation?At Rosew

“I’m sorry. Everything in the past was my fault. I’m returning everything that belongs to you now…”Donald immediately had Leslie go back to Rosewood Manor to retrieve the items. In just half an hour, everything was laid out in front of Angela.Angela watched as Donald entered the safe’s password.0808—her birthday.She laughed inwardly. How ironic.It was like someone drawing a bow, using her as a target, shooting arrow after arrow into her, then gently catching her body riddled with wounds, pulling out cartoon bandages and pressing them over the gushing injuries while saying, “Be good. It won’t hurt anymore…”Donald treated the jewelry like sacred relics, carefully taking each piece out and showing it to Angela one by one.Inside the velvet jewelry box, a diamond necklace refracted sharp, icy light under the lamps.Donald said, “I bought this for you in Partis after we started dating. You said it looked like starlight.“These ruby earrings were for your birthday. I hid them inside th

Donald first walked over to Angela’s bedroom door and took a look.The late-night food still sat on the floor, untouched and forgotten.Feeling low, Donald bent down and picked everything up, so Angela wouldn’t trip over it when she went out the next morning.At dawn, Dolly began her second round of chemotherapy.It would last a full week.Over the course of that week, almost all of Dolly’s hair fell out, and her mood was poor every day.Angela felt unbearably stifled as well.Finley said she could be discharged first, go home and rest for five days, then return for a follow-up.The next steps of treatment would depend on the results of that review.In truth, Finley had his own concerns.He didn’t know whether Leon and Angela had discussed it yet, but they needed to be prepared for the worst…Judging from the speed of the cancer’s progression last time, Dolly’s outlook might not be optimistic.Amputation was highly likely.He approached the second round of chemotherapy with a trial min

Donald had once suspected that Sunny might be Nathan’s child.But he had always rejected the thought instinctively, unwilling to believe that Leon could truly wait thirteen years for Angela without love or desire.Now, hearing Leon confirm it himself—that Sunny was not his biological child—Donald still widened his eyes in surprise.Leon lifted his gaze, the look behind his lenses cold and sharp, like a scalpel.“In the past, I only watched her from a distance. I thought she was naturally reserved, that smiles simply didn’t come easily to her. “Now I understand. Living with you, marrying you, raising a child with you—it drained her far more than you realize. “Her time and energy were consumed by the negativity you and your family brought into her life. And you never once cared about how she felt. “You never made her happy. So, it was inevitable that she would leave you.”Donald felt as if something were lodged in his throat, leaving him unable to speak.In truth, he had always known

Angela lowered the car window and looked for a few extra seconds.The light turned green, and the car behind honked impatiently.Nina and the other pedestrians followed the sound and looked over.Someone exclaimed in admiration, “The woman in the red Porsche is stunning.”“Yeah, she has such presence.”“I wonder if she’s married. What kind of man could even match her?”From where Nina stood, she saw Angela’s sharply defined profile in full—eyes forward, posture composed, an elegance so restrained it felt untouchable.The praise did not fade even after Angela drove away.They kept talking about how refined she looked, how capable, and how she seemed to shine.Hatred churned in Nina’s chest.Why? Why could Angela still look so flawless after everything, while she was the one being dragged back into hell?She had never bowed to fate, yet fate had never spared her even once.Nina stared in the direction Angela disappeared, her nails digging deep into her palm, feeling no pain at all.Hell