Emilia stormed out of the hospital, her face twisted with rage and frustration. She slammed her car door and sat there for a moment, seething with fury as she processed what had just happened."That little witch survived," she muttered to herself, gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white. "I stabbed her twice! How is she still alive? How is any of this possible?"As she drove home, her mind raced with new schemes for revenge. The court trial wouldn't be starting for weeks, and she needed something more immediate, more devastating. Something that would destroy Keith completely and force Yona to come crawling back to her."I need to align myself with real power," she said aloud, her voice growing more calculating. "Someone from an S-class family. One of those elite bloodlines that actually run this country."She knew the wealthy elite often threw exclusive parties and galas, events where connections were made and alliances were formed. If she could somehow get in

Emilia's face went pale as she stared at Chris Kappel. Had she heard him correctly? The wealthy heir was casually discussing murder as if he were talking about the weather."I... I'm sorry, Mr. Kappel," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Did you just say you wanted to kill someone?"Chris laughed, a sound that sent chills down her spine. "Oh, don't look so shocked, beautiful. The patriarch is old anyway. I'm just helping nature along.""You can't be serious," Emilia said, though the cold calculation in his eyes told her he was anything but joking."Dead serious," Chris replied with a twisted smile. "You see, Miss Richardson, when the old man dies, the inheritance goes to my uncle Ivan first. But Ivan... well, let's just say he won't be around long enough to enjoy it."Emilia felt her heart racing. She had wanted to get close to the Kappel family for their wealth and influence, but this was far beyond what she had bargained for."Why are you telling me this?" she asked c

Inside Keith's study, Linda found him reviewing some medical files that had been sent over by one of his contacts at the hospital. She knocked softly on the doorframe before entering."Keith, I need to discuss something with you," Linda said, settling into the chair across from his desk."What is it?" Keith asked, looking up from his papers."It's about Emilia's proposition regarding the Kappel family," Linda began carefully. "She claims they need medical assistance that conventional doctors can't provide."Keith leaned back in his chair, his expression skeptical. "And you believe her?""I think we should at least verify if it's true," Linda replied. "The Kappel family has extensive resources and connections. If they really do need our help, they might be willing to assist us in tracking down Sean and recovering what he stole."Keith considered this for a moment. "You have a point. Why don't you reach out to them directly and see if they actually need help?""I'll call them now," Lind

Cynthia's face hardened with determination. "I'll post guards outside his door around the clock. No one will get near him without my express permission.""Good," Keith said. "But remember – if you don't identify and stop the person responsible, they'll simply wait for another opportunity. You need to find out who's trying to kill your father, or this will never end.""I know," Cynthia said quietly. "Believe me, I know."She walked over to her father's bedside and gently took his hand. "Don't worry, Father. I'm going to find whoever did this to you, and I'm going to make sure they never hurt anyone again.""When will you send the remedy?" she asked Keith without turning around."I can have it delivered within two days," Keith replied."Two days," Cynthia repeated. "Alright. And Keith? Thank you. Truly. If you hadn't discovered this, we might have lost him.""You're welcome," Keith said simply.Emilia, who had been growing increasingly frustrated at being ignored, finally burst out. "Cy

Chris felt panic rising in his chest. This couldn't be happening. He'd been so careful, administering the poison in small doses over weeks. Ivan should have been dead within days, not cured."What kind of treatment?" Chris asked, trying to sound concerned rather than desperate."He's preparing a special remedy," Cynthia explained. "It has to be given three times per week, and Father should start recovering gradually.""Three times per week," Chris muttered, his mind already working on how to sabotage the treatment."Yes," Cynthia said. "And I'm going to personally oversee Father's care from now on. No one gets near him without my permission."Chris cursed inwardly. Cynthia was too smart, too protective. She would make it nearly impossible for him to finish what he'd started."That's probably wise," he said aloud. "Until we catch whoever did this.""Exactly," Cynthia agreed. "I'm also hiring private investigators to look into every staff member, every visitor, everyone who's had access