Prison No. 1 - Southwest Direction. Jonathan Wang, clad in an aged coat, stood outside the iron gate, peering up at the sky with a hint of desolation in his eyes, squinting slightly. His wife’s words from the past echoed in his ears. “I only have one little brother, who is still too naive. If you expose him, resulting in his imprisonment, it’ll be the end of his life. Jonathan Wang, as things have escalated, please take all the blame. Once you’ve served a few years in jail, we can live together again!” Six years ago, at a social gathering, his brother-in-law drugged a young woman, intending to violate her. However, when they got her into the room and started undressing her, he discovered she was not just any girl but the daughter of a prominent family in Elite Summit. He was so terrified that he lost all control. If he were to violate her, there would undoubtedly be serious consequences. But the drugged girl was not in her senses, her body burning with heat, indicating that the d

“Save my daughter first!” Jonathan was anxious to see Carla and had no time to deal with these people. Devlin’s face was unsightly, but he dared not speak. Without Carla Wang’s marrow, his daughter would also die. But if he insisted on transplanting Carla Wang’s marrow into Neala, the Thomas family would be done for! “Aren’t you leaving yet!” Kane angrily looked at his second son. Why was he still standing there frozen at a time like this? Just then, the operating room door opened. A young girl with a pale face, leading a plump little girl by the hand, came out. The little girl looked very well-behaved, her eyes similar to Jonathan’s, but she was somewhat chubby compared to girls her age due to excessive pampering. This wasn’t Carla Wang, Jonathan’s daughter, then who was she? Jonathan’s eyes flashed with a momentary blaze, teary-eyed. “Enough with the noise. I won’t undergo surgery anymore! Carla is still a child, and please spare her! Grandpa, Dad, I don’t want to go thro

"No need." Jonathan shook his head and suddenly looked straight at Orla: "We can divorce, but only after Carla's birthday. Carla said he missed you, and his birthday is in two days. I hope you can attend Carla's birthday as a mother! After Carla's birthday, we will immediately go to the Bureau of Civil Affairs to proceed with the divorce." He wanted to give Carla a birthday party with both parents by his side. That would be their last birthday together! "Carla? Have you seen Carla?" Orla's face was full of shock. Wasn't Carla at the Thomas's preparing to donate marrow to Thomas's daughter? How could Jonathan see Carla? "I've brought Carla back from the Thomas's. We can divorce, and I can leave the house penniless, but I have one condition: it's that." Jonathan struggled to suppress the anger in his heart and said as calmly as possible. He felt outraged by thinking about Orla personally selling Carla to Thomas. For the money, this woman could even sell her child! Was there anythi

The following day was Carla's birthday. After dropping Carla off at daycare, Roger drove Jonathan to an old food market in the western part of the city. Just as they exited the car, a sharp smell greeted them. Being an affluent figure like Roger, he was uncomfortable. But accompanying the young master, no matter how uncomfortable, he had to bear it. "Young master, the Adela Kyle you're looking for... she's selling fish here, at that stall." Roger pointed to the fish-selling area where a young girl wearing a waterproof apron skillfully conversed with the fish buyers. Despite having a gorgeous face and lofty lady status, Adela Kyle was now tragically reduced to selling fish in a market. Although he wasn't the cause of her predicament, seeing how Adela has lived these past few years, he felt profoundly remorseful and pained. According to the information Roger obtained, Adela's father had passed away a long time ago. However, Adela was strong, had worked hard since childhood, and

After Jonathan returned to the villa, he saw Carla still awake, watching cartoons with Roger. Jonathan glanced at his watch, noticing it was past nine o'clock, and gently said: "Carla, it’s getting late, how about we continue watching cartoons tomorrow?” Carla pouted and reluctantly replied: "Okay.” “Uncle Jake, let's turn off the TV.” Roger took the remote to turn off the TV and patted Carla’s head: “Carla is so good.” “How about daddy goes to sleep too?” Carla ran towards Jonathan and jumped into his arms. “Sure, Carla, go to your room and sleep first, daddy will go to bed soon.” Jonathan looked at his daughter, then suddenly remembered something and asked: "Carla, you have school tomorrow, and the day after is your sixth birthday. What gift would you like?” “I want... a big plane, a teddy bear, and…” “You can only have one wish.” Although Jonathan doted on his daughter, he couldn't spoil her with everything. Carla sadly said: “Yeah... a teddy bear.” “Yes, that’s being go