“Running to Elena, you trash?”Karvel froze mid-step, his mother-in-law’s voice slicing through the hallway like a rusted blade.She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over her silk nightgown, a gold bracelet jangling as she flicked a manicured nail at his threadbare sleeve.“Newsflash: She’s at the Plaza with Vincent—you know, the real man who doesn’t reek of dish soap and desperation, enjoying their night.” She snickered.Vincent Langford?Karvel’s throat went dry.The entitled heir of the Langford family. The man who had been chasing his wife for months. Karvel had caught him flirting with her more than once, right in front of him, as if Karvel didn’t even exist.But she had always turned Vincent down before...Karvel’s jaw tightened. “That’s not true. Elena would never—”“Would never what?” She pushed off the doorframe, stepping closer. “Would never dump trash like you? Never laugh over champagne instead of your sad little stories about your dying mother? Don’t be so del

Karvel stared at her, confusion and disbelief written all over his face. “You—who are—?”​“I should’ve come earlier,” she whispered, her tone filled with regret. “I am deeply sorry for what happened to you and your mother,” she said, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “This is our mistake, and we will take full responsibility.”​Karvel blinked in disbelief. The elegant woman before him had just brought a battalion of bodyguards and bowed to him. Now, she was calling him—“The young master,” she said clearly, her voice echoing through the stunned hallway. “There’s no mistake. We’ve finally found you.”“W-What?” Karvel stammered, rubbing his temple as if it would knock the nonsense out of his ears. “I think… you’ve got the wrong guy. I’m no master. I’m just—”“A man born to be more,” the lady interrupted gently, with a look that made the blood drain from every arrogant staff member watching. “Everything will be explained later. Right now, your mother needs immediate care. And

Karvel took a deep breath, stared down at his phone.The woman who had likely betrayed him... was now reminding him not to embarrass her in public, as if nothing had happened.Unbelievable.“What were you doing earlier? Who were you with?”He asked coldly, his voice dropped several degrees. “Excuse me? Unlike you, I actually work. Sorry I wasn’t sitting around begging for charity or playing with stray dogs outside the hospital like you!”His jaw tightened. “Too busy to answer the phone?”Silence. Then a sharp inhale. “Are you really trying to pick a fight over that? Do it after the banquet. Right now, grow up and show up.”Then she hung up.Karvel stared at the screen, his fingers trembling—not from pain, but rage. He felt like he’d just swallowed poison.He turned to Alina Hart, who stood nearby, watching quietly.“I need a favor.”“Anything, young master.” she said.“I need you to investigate something. The call I made to my wife earlier—can you track where she was? And who was sh

Elena stared at Karvel, eyes wide in disbelief.“A divorce? Are you out of your mind?”"I'm being practical," Karvel replied calmly, his voice restrained. "This marriage has been a cage for both of us. Now you can be free.""Free?" Elena's voice rose an octave. "You think this is about freedom? You see me arrive with Vincent once and suddenly you're throwing a tantrum and asking for a divorce? What do you think our marriage is? A game?!""I'm not—""Yes, you are!" Elena's eyes blazed. "I already have enough stress on my plate! Do you have any idea what I'm dealing with right now?"Karvel looked at her flushed face, confusion flickering in his eyes. Why does she seem... upset? Shouldn't she be relieved?"Isn't this what you want?" he asked quietly. "To be with Vincent? I won't stand in your way anymore."Elena's face turned crimson. “You… you think I slept with him?”Her hand shot out before he could react.SLAP!The sound echoed through the hotel entrance. Several passing guests tu

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife when suddenly, a calm voice broke through the chaos."I'll repay the money on Elena's behalf."Every head turned. Karvel stood in the doorway, his torn clothes and bruised face making him look like a warrior returning from battle.The table erupted in laughter so loud it could wake the dead."Oh my God!" Sarah wheezed, clutching her stomach. "Did that trash just say he'd pay millions?""What's he going to use, bottle caps?" Richard cackled. "Or maybe he'll bark at the bank until they give him a loan!"Patricia shot to her feet, her face red with rage. "Karvel! What are you doing here? You're embarrassing us even more than usual!""Sit down and stop making a fool of yourself," Robert hissed. "Haven't you caused enough trouble for one day?"Even Elena looked mortified. "Karvel, please don't—""I'm serious," Karvel said quietly, his eyes focused only on his wife. "I'll handle the money. But right now, I'm here for something mor