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
"You motherfucking crazy bitch! I let you have your way but you just keep pushing my limits!" Mr. Hardy shouted.Larissa was afraid things would get out of hand, so she quickly stepped in and attempted to break up the fight. Mr. Hardy pushed her away roughly."Get out!" He yelled, the motions of his arms never ceasing.The other patient in the room seemed to be used to their fights by now. Wordlessly, they closed the curtains around their bed. Out of sight, out of mind."Dad! Mom! Are you done embarrassing yourselves?" Travis shouted angrily, successfully bringing Mr. Hardy back to his senses.He released his grip on Mrs. Hardy, but her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fainted once again.There was a large, red mark on her forehead, its color darker on her flushed face as a result of her fever. There was no doubt that Mr. Hardy had used a lot of force when he slammed her head against the wall earlier."Could you please call the nurse in or press the call button on my bed for