“You all came tonight to witness the young master, didn’t you? To see the great man Margaret promised would grace us with his presence. But he’s not here. And yet, look at how much noise they make about my husband. Strange, isn’t it? That the man they call useless still threatens them more than the one who never even showed up.”The guests exchanged looks, some nodding slightly, others whispering behind their hands. Elena’s confidence shifted the balance of the room suddenly, it wasn’t her standing in shame, but Margaret, Liza, and Sarah, their faces stiff with humiliation.Elena folded her arms, her smile calm and victorious. “So go on, Grandmother. Go on, Liza. Keep talking about my husband if it helps you sleep at night. But remember this every word you speak only proves how much space he takes in your minds. And trust me… he doesn’t even think about you.”The hall erupted into hushed gasps and murmurs, the weight of Elena’s words settling heavily on the air. For once, she had turn

Robert stood frozen, his chest heaving with anger. At first, he said nothing, but his clenched fists and reddened face spoke for him. Finally, he snapped.“Do whatever you think is best for your foolish self,” he spat, his voice trembling with rage. He stepped closer to Patricia, his eyes blazing. “But don’t forget—Mother makes the decisions, and the whole family follows.”His tone carried both authority and a trace of fear. Patricia met his glare with calm defiance. For the first time in years, she was ready to stand up for her daughter against Robert’s mother.“If this is how you defend your mother, then it’s nothing but blind loyalty,” Patricia said firmly. “Everyone would finally have peace if you stopped acting like her obedient dog.” Her words were sharp, but she didn’t care—her daughter came first.Robert’s fury boiled over. “Do you even realize you’re talking about my mother?” he roared. “Or have you lost your mind?” He lunged closer, his anger ready to explode.Patricia laugh

Patricia paced back and forth in her room, worry etched deep into her face. She had been trying to reach her daughter, Elena, for hours, but Elena wasn’t picking up her calls. The silence of the room pressed on her like a graveyard, and Patricia’s anxiety grew heavier with every passing minute.She picked up her phone again and dialed Elena’s number. This time, Elena answered on the second ring. “Hello, where have you been?” Patricia asked, her voice trembling with worry.Elena’s response was sharp and curt. “I’m busy now, please. I’m not in the mood for your stress.” With that, she hung up, leaving Patricia stunned and deeply hurt.Patricia collapsed onto her bed, the weight of her emotions pulling her down. It felt like she had lost her daughter in that single moment. She couldn’t believe Elena no longer wanted to talk to her. “Oh no, what have I done to myself?” she thought painfully. “Even my daughter doesn’t want to hear my voice. I feel so ashamed of myself. I should have done b

Elena looked into the man’s eyes, and her heart sank. The person lying on the bed didn’t look like her husband at all. She turned sharply to the doctor, confusion written all over her face.“Please, what name did you say this man’s name is again?” she asked, her voice shaking a little.The doctor looked taken aback, but he quickly tried to compose himself. “Ah, yes… the patient’s name is… ehm… let me just confirm from the records,” he stammered, glancing nervously at the clipboard in his hand.Before he could finish, Elena cut in sharply. “Doctor, this man here is not my husband,” she said firmly, her eyes darting around the room as if she could drag the truth out from the walls.The doctor’s face shifted from confusion to shock. He stepped back unconsciously, almost losing balance. “What do you mean he’s not your husband?” he asked.Elena quickly brought out her phone and opened her gallery. She showed the doctor a clear picture of her husband. “Here, look at this picture. This is my

Karvel lay on the bed, looking worried. The kidnapping had happened so fast, and he was still trying to process everything. He had never had any fight with anyone, so why were they after his life? "I can’t wait to see my wife," he said to no one in particular.He was happy that at least he would finally see her face again. He breathed out, trying to feel more comfortable. He looked around the room, thinking of how to get out soon. Morrison had left one of his phones with him, so Karvel picked it up. Just as he was about to open it, the phone rang, displaying Morrison’s name.Karvel picked up at the first ring. "Hello," he said, waiting for an answer. But the network was poor, and he could barely hear what Morrison was saying. He hung up, and the phone rang again.This time, Morrison’s voice came through clearly. "Hello, young master," he said.Karvel felt relieved now that he could hear Morrison properly. "Hello," he replied. "I was having trouble hearing you earlier.""I’m glad you p