Ten Years, One Abandonment의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 25

Anthony did not move.He did not even think of dodging."As long as it can help you calm down, go ahead. Stab me."My life is yours anyway. You were the one who saved me. If you want to take it back, you can do it anytime. Mabel, as long as you don't leave…you can do whatever you want to me."When she saw him behaving like that, Mabel felt physically sick."Your blood is filthy. Don't dirty my hands," she said coldly."Anthony, put away that act of devotion. I won't kill you only because Aunt Yellen is still in your hands. Let me be clear: just because I've come back doesn't mean there's anything left between us."From today onward, I'll live in a separate building on the estate. Without my permission, you are not to step inside. And don't even think about touching me under the excuse of marriage."She snapped the butterfly knife shut, her tone final."Even if you use Aunt Yellen to threaten me and force me to submit, I have a hundred ways to die right in front of you."You k

The stillness in Bastion Manor was shattered by the sound of hurried footsteps.Anthony was lifting the bowl of soup he had simmered for hours, about to take it to Mabel, when Henry burst in. His face was drained of color, and he did not even knock."Don, something terrible has happened!"His voice trembled as he spoke."In our latest shipment, someone discovered first-tier contraband under international embargo. Someone leaked the information. Interpol has already locked onto our shipping routes and warehouses. Even neighboring countries are involved now. Multiple forces are converging. This looks like an attempt to wipe the Oliver Family out completely.""What?!"The bowl slipped from Anthony's hand and shattered on the floor.In that instant, he understood something: this was a dead end deliberately laid for the Family."Evacuate immediately. Get the cars ready!"He reacted without hesitation, turning and rushing upstairs.As he pushed Mabel's door open, he did not stop to

Half a month later.At a private estate in Northern Europe, the sun shone brightly.Aunt Yellen sat on a rocking chair in the garden, a light blanket draped over her knees. She was knitting a sweater, humming softly to herself.Here, everyone respectfully addressed her as Madre Yellen.Nearby, Mabel held a cotton swab, carefully tending to the wound on Roland's arm."Easy…" Roland hissed and sucked in a breath dramatically.Mabel shot him a helpless glance."Oh, please. Don Price, you've walked through gunfire and bloodshed. Is this tiny scrape really that unbearable?""That's completely different," Roland said seriously. "If you blow on it, it won't hurt anymore."A faint blush crept onto Mabel's face, and her movements grew gentler.Once she finished cleaning the wound, Roland did not pull his hand back. Instead, he wrapped his fingers around hers, his expression turning earnest."Mabel, let me ask you something.""What is it?""You once said you never lie. That's still