جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 9

Wyatt's POVMy wife, Chelsea Fischer, stared at me incredulously and exclaimed, "Wyatt Hammond, are you really taking your anger out on Callie? She's just four years old! Cut it out already!"When my daughter, Callista Hammond, heard my words, a flicker of shock crossed her face. Then, her cheeks flushed red, and she clung even tighter to Patrick Goldstein as she shouted at me, "Five million it is! I don't want you as my dad anyway!"So it turned out that in her eyes, I—her father who got up two hours early every day to make her a nutritious breakfast and turned down promotions just to spend more time with her—was someone she utterly detested. Patrick, Chelsea's childhood sweetheart, hurried to play the good guy and smooth things over. "Callie, remember what I taught you about being polite?"Callista pouted defiantly. "Well, he isn't polite either! He kept calling Mom to bother her when she was with you the other day! You taught me to return tit for tat when dealing with nasty pe

Wyatt's POV"Give me back my watch!" I roared as I lunged at Patrick, trying to snatch my watch back.It was the only keepsake my father had left me. I had kept it safe all these years and was reluctant to even touch it too much. I never expected Patrick would take it too.But before I could get close, Callista suddenly shoved me to the ground. She spread her arms wide and stood firmly in front of Patrick. "I gave this to Mr. Goldstein! Just name your price! I'll transfer it to you right now!"Callista raised her phone watch, looking like she was about to transfer me the money.I was so shocked that I couldn't even feel the pain. Looking at Callista in front of me, I felt my limbs go numb. "Callista, what did you say?"So she repeated impatiently, "I asked you to name your price! You're willing to sell anything for money, aren't you? So hurry up and name me your price!"I felt as if my heart were being squeezed tight, so tight that I struggled to catch my next breath. Back whe

Third-Person POVChelsea stood frozen in place, nearly dropping her phone. Her lips trembled as she asked, "What did you say? Wyatt has acute cardiomyopathy? How is that possible?"A ringing filled her ears, and she suddenly recalled the last time she saw Wyatt. He had looked so desperate and out of control.Before she knew it, she had already rushed out to her car. After running five red lights, Chelsea stumbled into the hospital. She grabbed the front desk computer and keyed in Wyatt's name.When she saw the dense rows of examination records on the screen, she could no longer hold herself up. She collapsed to the floor in a daze. "Wyatt... really suffers from cardiac issues?"She couldn't bear to think that during this past month, while she had been busy planning the wedding with Patrick, Wyatt had been all alone in the hospital fighting for his life."Did this patient not have surgery afterward?" she asked, her eyes red as she grabbed the nurse at the information desk.The nu

Third-Person POVChelsea gripped Patrick's wrist tightly, her eyes wide with shock."You even took Wyatt's ring? When did you ask him for it? When we were doing the fake wedding, I bought you the most expensive outfit from head to toe. Wasn't that enough? Do you have any conscience at all?"Patrick's face flushed red, and he exclaimed, "I didn't steal it! Last time I came over, this ring was sitting on the coffee table, covered in dust! Wyatt must have thought your proposal ring was too cheap to wear out, so he took it off and threw it there!"I know that when you proposed to him, you didn't have any money, and it took you half a year just to save up for this ring that's worth two thousand dollars. I felt bad for you and didn't want to see it sitting there collecting dust, so I put it on! And now you're accusing me of stealing it? I feel so hurt, Chels!"With that, Patrick stormed out.Chelsea didn't chase after him but stood there frozen in place instead. She knew how much that

Wyatt's POV"Please don't put my name on the invitation yet. I want to see Chelsea's expression at the wedding," I requested.The smile on Crystal's face deepened as she extended her hand to me. "As expected of the person I saved—straightforward and decisive. Pleasure cooperating with you."I shook her hand gently.…On the day of the wedding, the exhibition hall was decorated even more luxuriously than I had imagined.Crystal had invited every prominent figure in the city, many of whom were the very people Chelsea had been trying so hard to curry favor with.Looking at myself in the mirror in my groom's suit, I was lost in thought for a long time."It's not too late to back out now," Crystal said, walking up behind me with her arms crossed. "Chelsea is already here. Have you thought things through?"I turned around and wrapped my arm around her waist. "My decision to marry you has nothing to do with Chelsea. She doesn't matter that much to me."A flicker of surprise crossed