Travis did not want to argue with her. He replied softly, "I'm still working at the company. Is there something you need?""Travis Hardy, what kind of motherfucking bullshit are you talking about!" Amber cursed loudly. "I already asked your other colleagues, and they said you left an hour ago!"Travis panicked. He hadn't expected Amber to have set a trap for him to fall into."Tell me the truth, where are you now?" Amber demanded. "Are you in some cheap bitch's bed?""I'm not," he quickly denied. "What nonsense are you thinking? I was just tired from work so I went out for a drink with my friend.""Why did you lie about working overtime then?" Amber persisted.After juggling his marriage to Larissa and his affair with Amber for so long, Travis had long mastered the skills of coming up with excuses on the spot."I just didn't want you to misunderstand! Your emotions have been so unstable lately. If you get too worked up and drive yourself crazy, I'll be the one to suffer!" he said softl

Larissa contemplated for a very long time before finally summoning the courage to call Travis.Yet, despite having made several calls in a row, Travis never answered.…At night, when Larissa returned home after work, she was stopped by someone at the entrance of Foxtail Garden.The sky was getting dark, and the figure stood against the light. All Larissa could make out was a skinny figure, her arms outstretched.It seemed to be a woman.Before she could cause any accidents, Larissa slammed on the brakes.Her car stopped about ten feet away from the figure.Larissa was stunned for about two seconds before she felt her heart rate slow to a normal pace.When she'd recovered from her shock and looked back to where the figure was standing earlier, there was only dust dancing under the dim, yellowish light. Where had the figure gone?Larissa was questioning if what she had seen was nothing but a hallucination when she heard the sound of someone trying to pull her car door open at the passen

Larissa instinctively lowered her head.Seeing as her forceful attempts at entering were not working, Amber started crying. "I need to see my uncle urgently! Please! You have to let me in! This is a matter of life and death. If I can't see my uncle, I might as well be dead! Do you really have the heart to watch me meet my end without doing anything?"Snot and tears trickled down her cheeks. She looked particularly pitiful.Slight discomfort colored the guard's face, but he remained professional. "These are the orders I have from my higher-ups. I'm sorry, Miss, I really cannot let you in."Amber hurled her backpack into the guardhouse. The guard took a step back in fright."My phone, wallet, and ID are all in this bag. Please, I'm begging you! Take these in exchange and let me in. I really am not a bad person!"The guard bent down and picked her backpack up before handing it back to her wordlessly. His stance was firm and there was no changing his mind."Beep, beep—"A car came from beh

Amber froze in shock.She couldn't understand why Kevan had transformed in a split second from being caring and concerned about her wellbeing to being distant, arrogant, and unapproachable."But—but why?" Her eyes filled with tears and her voice quivered.However, at that moment, the only thing Kevan had eyes for was the gradually disappearing car in the distance. He did not hear Amber's question at all, nor did he realize that Dylan's car had stopped beside him.It wasn't until a horn blared shrilly that he was pulled out of his trance. Pulling open the back door, he boarded the car, leaving Amber standing alone indignantly.Dylan eyed the coat on Amber and teased, "That coat has to cost at least tens of thousands, right? And you gave it away without even giving it a second thought? Mr. Rogers, if you're so rich, how about you increase my year-end bonuses just a tiny bit more."Kevan's brows remained knitted as he brushed away the nonexistent dirt on his arms."Dirty. So dirty." His t

Larissa opened the curtains, leaned against the windowsill, and looked down.Even though the building was pretty high up from the ground, she could clearly make out a police car parked downstairs.Two of them passed by their block and rounded over to the back.Seeing as their block wasn't involved in this, Larissa didn't pay much attention to it. The next day, when she checked the group chat Dylan had added her into along with everyone else who owned properties in Foxtail Garden, she realized that the racket last night had been caused by a woman howling and disrupting the peace under Block 12 in the middle of the night. Her screams had been so loud that the residents of that block were unable to sleep. As such, a few of them had been forced to call the police.A woman under Block 12—Amber's face flashed across Larissa's mind.The members of the group chat continued discussing the incident."I think she was looking for Mr. Fox on the 25th floor.""The 25th floor? Mr. Fox of Soaring Cor

Mrs. Hardy's sudden move shocked everyone present.She wrapped her arms around Larissa's legs and shook her entire body vigorously. Larissa had never seen such a scene before. For a moment, she was unsure whether she should turn and leave or help her up first.Mrs. Hardy raised her head and looked at her tearfully."Lari, come with me to the hospital! Just come and see Travis!"Lari?How intimate.This was the first time Mrs. Hardy had called her that.Whatever illness Travis had, it must be serious.And, according to Mrs. Hardy, only she could save him now.Larissa couldn't help but wonder. Could it be that Travis had leukemia and needed her to donate her bone marrow for him? Or—perhaps one of his organs had failed, and he needed an organ donation from her.No matter what it was, her answer was the same. "I'm not going," she told Mrs. Hardy.She wasn't a saint. She wouldn't go so far as to sacrifice herself for someone like Travis.Moreover, she remembered very clearly how the Hardy f

Larissa glanced at the collection bills in Mrs. Hardy's hands. The top most one alone was ten thousand dollars. If it all added up—Seeing the hesitation on her face, Mrs. Hardy wiped away her tears and wailed again. "The nurse said, if we don't pay soon, we'll have to bring Travis home. Travis has suffered such serious injuries. It's been a day, and his condition is still critical—if the hospital doesn't let him stay, he'll die! You're his wife! You can't just stand there and do nothing!"Her last two sentences were extremely misleading. Many of the people queuing at the payment counter immediately cast looks filled with contempt and disdain at Larissa.Larissa turned her back on them. She tried to not look at them to reduce the pressure she felt to be responsible for Travis' condition.She had already seen it all—when she had to deal with the Hardy family, saving herself from embarrassment was not an option.She accepted the bills and flipped through them. From her rough calculations

Larissa was stunned for two seconds before realizing that he had completely misunderstood her.She explained hurriedly. "No, I don't want to kill him—" Then, she told him about everything that had happened today.On the other end of the phone, Dylan, having realized his mistake, blushed in embarrassment.He covered his mouth with his hand, coughing lightly before regaining his composure."To be honest, I've been handling divorce cases for so many years, but I've never encountered a situation where the husband dies halfway through the court ruling process. Of course, your ex-husband is not dead yet, but in the event that he does, the normal procedure would be to continue the inheritance process. As for how much money you would get from the property, you'll have to wait until the lawsuit is over and settled."The process sounded very long to her. Larissa couldn't help but sigh in frustration.She thought to herself. She must have been really unlucky in this life to have all that misfortu

After the doctor examined Mrs. Hardy, he found that other than her fever, there was nothing else wrong with her. So, he arranged for her to receive an intravenous drip on a bed in the ward. He also prescribed a few boxes of cold and cough medication for her.When Larissa returned from the pharmacy, Mrs. Hardy was still unconscious.The nurse told her to remove the wet clothes from the woman's body to prevent her condition from exacerbating. Larissa felt a wave of repulsion from the bottom of her heart.She tried to call Travis, but his phone was still turned off. Then, she tried to contact Andrew, but he was unreachable despite her multiple attempts. She even suspected that Andrew had already blocked her number.As for Mr. Hardy—she never even saved his number in the first place.Helplessly, Larissa slipped a hundred dollar note to the nurse tending to the next bed and had her change Mrs. Hardy's clothes for her.The three bags of IV fluids ordered by the doctor had been administered f

The scream was from the patient in the next bed.She shrunk into a corner, her voice trembling as she spoke. "Ma—Ma'am, don't do it!"Mrs. Hardy knelt on the ground, right in the middle of the spilled hot water.In her hands was a silver shard from the shattered inner lining of the thermos, its sharpest end pointed toward her own neck."If you don't come with me to see Travis, I will die right here! Right in front of you! I'll let you feel that guilt for your entire life!" Her bloodshot eyes glared at Larissa, a resolute expression on her face.Larissa had to admit, at that moment, she was truly afraid.She had been so afraid that for a brief instant, she forgot how much Mrs. Hardy feared death, how truly manipulative and shameless she was. In her panic, she agreed to the woman's request.…Travis had already passed the critical period and was transferred from the intensive care unit back to a regular ward in the spinal surgery department.Each ward had three patients in one room, but