“You shouldn’t have to worry about her, Mr. Kage. I smell a lawsuit coming,” Alfie’s voice had said sharply during the call the night before.The conversation with his lawyer, Alfie, still rang in Kage’s ears. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to put Clara firmly in her place once and for all. It doesn't make him a bad person, actually, it was already enough! Enough schemes, enough tantrums, enough dramas.“Gather evidence, sir. Phone records, any recordings of her conversations with you. When this we can get to court, it’ll be obvious she crossed boundaries,” Alfie had advised.It wasn’t a bluff. Kage knew Clara would act up again today—it almost felt like it was all unfolding according to plan. Although her spreading false rumors wasn’t part of his initial strategy, but he was certain she was edging toward self-destruction, and watching it happen brought him a grim satisfaction. ***********As it was Tuesday — the last day for Richard Ho’s orphanage enrollment for health insurance. Kage’s

"Oh snap!" Clara felt restless the moment she arrived at work. Her mind kept circling back to Matt—what if he did something reckless again? He had the tendency to destroy things; like her perfect relationship with Jason, his plan over her life and her heart. The recent footage from the camera she’d installed at her old house played in her thoughts. Last Tuesday, she discovered Matt hadn’t gone out but met someone near her apartment building instead. Now it was Monday, no less, the most dreaded day of the week.She wondered what he would do today.she wondered how he would feel when he realized she didn't call him before living for work and if he gets to her place, he would be stranded outside. 'I need more cameras', she decided quietly to herself. She’d already mounted a few in discreet corners of her new apartment, determined to catch any of Matt’s missteps. If he was going down a dangerous path with drugs, she wouldn’t go down with him.If he was hell-bent on sel

Did she really do something wrong? Clara toyed with the thought as she gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white. She knew she hadn’t been entirely at fault—but accepting her current predicament felt like swallowing poison. Taking her hard-earned position away? That was too far.Her phone vibrated on the passenger seat—a missed call from Kage. She ignored it. Why answer? After all, yesterday’s chaos was his fault. He had broken into her apartment, dragging a mess into her life she’d never wanted. Matt—the walking disaster—had become a living nightmare.As Clara pulled into the hospital garage, she resolved to use the back elevator—the one tucked away and favored by Kage. The front entrance, bustling with staff gossip and judgmental glances, was a battlefield she didn’t want to face. She felt the weight of sweaty embarrassment settle over her chest as she avoided eye contact with almost everyone, especially MD Cassandra. Usually cordial, this time Clara avoided her gaze altogether

She woke up, the sun filtering softly through her curtains. First thing on her mind was the smoothie waiting in the fridge she had done last night—her fuel before the jog she desperately needed. It was her day off, and Clara needed to do something, anything, before she exploded from the pressure building inside her. Her probation, the lawsuit and Kage's indifference. He didn't even talk to her about it.Her hair was pulled high into a ponytail, sweat already beginning to cling to her gym clothes as her heart raced—not from exertion yet, but from the relentless thoughts swirling through her mind.Was she doing the right thing with Matt? she wondered. Facing Kage was inevitable, but wouldn’t it be logical to confront them both at once? The question gnawed at her. She felt trapped between a rock and a hard place. How come the two men she hated most in her life are the closest to her?!Clara knew she needed more evidence—something solid that wouldn’t implicate her. The drugs migh

“Thanks, Roseanne,” Kage greeted cheerfully as he descended the stairs, the familiar scent of freshly cooked food filling the air.Gina was already carrying the meal Roseanne had prepared for them, walking out of the door alongside Kage. John was waiting outside, having just loaded the wheelchair into the trunk of the car.The drive to the hospital was quiet. John mostly stayed silent, his eyes fixed on the road, while Gina provided updates on Kage’s ongoing projects. The Bridge New Estate development was progressing smoothly, Alfie had given her an update and planned to see Kage tomorrow, and the OVC program was running well.Upon arriving at the hospital garage, Kage settled into his wheelchair and issued instructions. “Gina, manage my schedule and appointments. No patients for me tomorrow.”He knew his role well—keeping his massive self out of view while protecting Kage’s interests. As Gina entered through the main doors, Kage and John took their usual route via the garage elevat