All Chapters of May We Never Meet Again: Chapter 71 - Chapter 78

While Dean Holdings trembled under financial pressure, Celine was fighting a different battle far from the boardroom. The psychiatric hospital room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. She sat by the window most days, staring at the compound below without really seeing it. News about her family barely reached her anymore.And even when it did, it no longer stirred much reaction.After the kidnapping incident at Nathan’s lockup, when she had denied her own parents in a desperate attempt to shield herself, something broke permanently between them. Johnson and Megan had left that place wounded in pride and spirit. The humiliation of hearing their daughter distance herself from them had settled into bitterness.They visited her less.Then rarely.Eventually, not at all.Megan once stood outside the hospital ward, staring at the closed door, but she could not bring herself to walk in. Johnson never returned after the first few days.The thought of Celine now carrie

The morning after the overseas deal collapsed, Johnson didn't sit in his office staring at the wall.He moved.If Nathan could close doors quietly, then he would open one aggressively.By noon, Johnson had requested a confidential meeting with Victor Hale, the CEO of Sterling Dynamics — one of Nathan’s long-standing business rivals. Hale had competed with Ainsley Group for infrastructure contracts across multiple regions. The rivalry was subtle but deep.The meeting was arranged discreetly at a private business lounge downtown.Hale arrived ten minutes late, confident, composed.“Johnson,” he greeted, taking his seat. “You look like a man under pressure.”Johnson did not deny it. “That's because pressure creates opportunity.”Hale gave a faint smile. “For who?”“For both of us,” Johnson replied. He slid a folder across the table.“Mills Corp has overextended in aggressive acquisitions. If Sterling and Dean Holdings align strategically, we can rebalance market influence. I still contro

"How long has your husband been experiencing chest pain?" the doctor asked, adjusting his glasses as he settled into the chair opposite Megan.The correction in his tone was subtle but clear. He was not asking about a single moment. He was asking about a pattern.Megan sat stiffly, her fingers tightly interlocked on her lap, her knuckles pale from the pressure. "Just this morning," she replied quickly, her voice thin with confusion. "Though… there have been many unprecedented setbacks in the company lately. He's been under enormous pressure. But he has never felt like this before. He's always been the strong one. He kept saying he would handle everything. That everything would be fine."The doctor nodded slowly, listening without interrupting, his expression carefully composed."He barely sleeps," Megan continued, her words tumbling out now as though a dam had quietly broken. "He stopped eating properly weeks ago. He would sit at his desk until two, three in the morning and wave me of

Megan stepped out of the hospital entrance into the cool evening air. The automatic glass doors slid shut behind her with a soft mechanical sound, but inside her, everything was loud. Her head throbbed with numbers: surgery costs, medication expenses, consultation fees — figures that seemed impossible to reach.She inhaled deeply, trying to steady herself. The air outside felt different from the sterile hospital atmosphere. It was freer, but it did not calm her. Her mind was racing.She began walking toward Johnson’s car, the same sedan she had driven in panic that morning. The parking lot was dimly lit, shadows stretching across the ground. Her heels clicked faintly against the pavement.Just as she reached for the car door, headlights flashed sharply across her body.A black SUV rolled swiftly and deliberately to a stop right in front of her, cutting across her path. Megan flinched and froze instinctively, her heart jumping into her throat. For a second, fear paralyzed her.The e