Elena rushed down to the garage, her heels clicking against the concrete floor as her heart pounded in her chest. Without wasting a second, she slid into her car and started the engine, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Her mind raced as she drove, the city lights blurring past her window. She had only one destination in mind—the hospital where Karvel’s mother was staying. If Karvel wasn’t at the office, if he wasn’t answering her properly, then maybe, just maybe, he would be there.The drive felt longer than usual, every red light adding to her impatience. When she finally arrived, Elena parked her car carefully but quickly, her movements almost restless. She stepped out, smoothed down her dress, and hurried inside the hospital. The sterile scent of disinfectant and faint beeping of machines greeted her as she walked purposefully down the familiar corridor.Reaching Mrs. Amelia’s ward, Elena slowly pushed the door open. Inside, the gentle hum of the air conditioner filled the room

"Just talk to her, so you both can settle this once and for all," Mrs. Amelia said softly, her tone carrying both advice and motherly concern. She placed a gentle hand on Karvel’s arm, making sure he looked at her. "And when you’re ready, make sure you explain everything to her clearly. Don’t leave her in the dark. She deserves to hear it all from you first, before anyone else."Karvel remained silent for a moment, his jaw tightening as though he was carrying a weight too heavy for words. He gave a slow nod, acknowledging her wisdom even though his heart wrestled with hesitation. His mind was already filled with the things he wanted to say, yet the fear of her reaction held him back.Mrs. Amelia sighed, sensing his turmoil. "She’s stronger than you think, Karvel. But she can only fight for what she understands. Don’t let silence destroy what you’ve built."This time, Karvel forced himself to meet her eyes. Gratitude flickered in his gaze, though he said nothing. With a deep breath, he

The next morning, the sun filtered through the tall glass windows.Grandpa Jackson sat in his high-backed chair, dressed sharply in a dark suit, his cane resting at his side. When Karvel walked in, his grandfather’s stern expression softened into a rare, happy smile."Finally," Grandpa Jackson said, his voice filled with pride. "I’ve waited for this day a long time. Today, I will announce you to the public as my heir." His eyes gleamed with both relief and excitement before narrowing slightly. "Morrison mentioned that you don’t want the media to showcase your pictures yet. Is that true?"Karvel nodded once, his posture straight, his expression steady. "Yes, that’s correct. For now, I want to control the moment. Let them write about me, let them speculate, but I will release my photographs myself—next week."Grandpa Jackson studied him carefully, tapping the tip of his cane against the polished floor. Then he chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I see. You want to make your own entrance, j

Elena had been silent, gripping her pen so tightly it almost snapped between her fingers. She had endured Liza’s smugness, her cruel laughter, her cutting words but this was too much.She pushed her chair back slowly, the sound of its legs scraping against the polished floor making Liza flinch for a second. Elena’s eyes locked onto hers, sharp and cold."Enough, Liza," Elena said firmly. "You’ve crossed the line."Liza raised her brows in mock innocence. "Oh? Did I strike a nerve? Don’t tell me you’re jealous already. Or maybe you’re just realizing that I’m right that Karvel could never stand on the same level as the Jackson heir."Elena leaned forward over her desk, her voice low but laced with steel. "You know nothing about my husband. Nothing. You call him a disgrace, a burden, but Karvel has more honor in one breath than you could ever gather in a lifetime. And as for this heir you’re so desperate to throw yourself at you should be careful, Liza. You don’t know who he is, or what

"I would like to celebrate my wife’s birthday in an elaborate way," Karvel began, his tone steady but carrying an edge of authority that made Morrison lift his head attentively. "And Morrison, I want you to handle the planning personally. Nothing modest. I want it to be grand, unforgettable. At the same time, I want you to gather every detail you can about Elena’s grandmother. She suddenly decided to throw a birthday party for her… and I don’t buy the timing. I want to know if she has something fishy going on."Morrison adjusted his glasses and leaned slightly forward. "I anticipated you’d ask that," he replied with a small, knowing smile. "I’ve already looked into it. Margaret isn’t throwing the party out of love. She wants to prove a point to Elena, to remind her that she is still needed that Elena can’t rule the company without her shadow hovering close."Karvel let out a low chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. "Oh, Margaret… she will never cease to amaze me with her schemes. A