The sound of breaking glass carried through the mansion.The butler, who had been stationed downstairs, rushed toward the lady’s room. His steps echoed in the vast corridor as unease crept into his chest. When he opened the door, he froze. The room was empty, windows firmly locked. Nothing suggested an intruder had escaped through them, and yet the source of the noise was undeniable.Suspicion clouded his mind.He hurried to the elevator, determined to check on the lady of the house and to confirm if John was still with her. By the time he reached the rooftop, the place was still beautifully arranged, petals scattered, candles flickering. The lady lay on the bed, half undressed, motionless but breathing.The butler assumed John must still be with her, perhaps hidden in the shadows, and he did not dare to intrude further. He quickly excused himself and returned to his position downstairs.Meanwhile, John had already slipped away. With Jamal guiding him step by step, he made it to the g

John sat back in the car, his thoughts consumed by Anna. No matter how hard he tried, he could not shake off the memory of holding that other woman. Shame burned through him. He wished it had been Anna he held—just once—to feel her warmth, her trust.Minutes later, the driver pulled into his grandfather’s estate. The mansion loomed with its timeless elegance, and inside, all of his grandfather’s teachers and mentors were said to be waiting. But John was already late, and time was something these men valued above all.He was greeted warmly by the chief butler, who seemed overjoyed to see him again. The butler guided him graciously through the long hallways and into the conference room. John braced himself—only to find the room completely empty.He turned sharply to the butler. “Is this some kind of prank?”The man’s face was firm. “I would never dare, sir. They were all here. They are still here.”John scanned the wide hall again. The silence mocked him. “Clearly, no one is here. Where

The entire hall froze at the sudden banging on the door. The sharp sound rattled through the room, drawing anxious glances from everyone present. John’s heart skipped a beat, but before he could react, the chief butler excused himself with a bow and hurried to the door.When he opened it, the sight that met him made his stomach twist. One of the maids stood there, trembling, her uniform stained with blood. The sight was so horrifying that the chief butler nearly gasped aloud, but with the door to the meeting still firmly closed, he quickly composed himself. Without a word, he ushered her away from the hall to keep the disturbance hidden.Inside, John’s unease grew with every passing second. “Why is the chief butler not coming back? Let me check on him to know what’s going on,” he said, rising from his chair.But his grandfather’s voice cut in, calm and firm. “Focus on what’s going on now and allow him to take care of what he needs to take care of. I am sure it was urgent, and whoever

Collins woke with a heavy head and a sharp, throbbing ache that seemed to split through his skull. His stomach churned violently, and before he could even steady himself, he lurched forward and vomited into the bin beside him.The bitter taste clung to his mouth as he leaned back, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He wished he had never come here, never allowed himself to be dragged into this situation. Yet what gnawed at him more than the nausea was the question that wouldn’t leave his mind: why had Jerry needed his blood type so desperately? Collins knew his type was extremely rare. Aside from him, the only other person he knew who shared it was Rita. Unless… unless it was for her. But why?Breathing heavily, he pulled himself upright and pressed the call button. The nurse who had been stationed outside rushed in at once, her eyes widening at the sound of his groaning.“Hello, sir. Let me check you up,” she said quickly, moving to his side.Collins waved her off. “I think I’m alrig

Jerry hurried down the hospital corridor, his shoes clicking against the tiled floor as he made his way to the gynecologist’s office. Rita was still in the recovery room, and he knew one thing she could never resist was good food. If he was going to reach her, it would be through that.At the front desk, the receptionist straightened her glasses. “Hello, sir, how can we help you?”“I’m here to collect the meal plan for a lady in the early stages of pregnancy,” Jerry said directly, his voice sharp with urgency.“I’ll need the patient’s name and room ID.”Jerry handed over Rita’s hospital card without hesitation. “It’s here.”“Kindly take a seat while I get what you need,” the receptionist replied, then disappeared into the gynecologist’s office.Inside, the gynecologist caught sight of Jerry through the glass window and stiffened. She exchanged a quick look with her assistant, who dared to whisper, “Doctor, what is it?”“Mind your business and get back to work,” the gynecologist snappe