Donald remained steadfast in his support of DeGrand Corporation. Even after all the storms he had weathered over the years, he never wavered in his commitment to helping the company reach even greater heights. His wisdom during critical board meetings, his financial backing during difficult periods, and his unwavering confidence in DeGrand had played enormous roles in transforming the corporation into one of the fastest-growing companies in the country. Several executives privately admitted that without Donald's support, the corporation might never have reached its current level of success. While his professional life continued to flourish, his personal life took a completely different direction. His relationship with Ivy quietly faded into history. After their painful separation, Ivy slowly realized how much Donald had truly meant to her. Only after losing him did she begin to appreciate everything he had done for her. Memories of their happier days constantly replayed in he

Donald cast one brief glance at Adrian before continuing toward the front entrance. He didn't utter a single word. Nor did he offer the customary greeting expected between two strangers meeting under the same roof. His expression remained calm and unreadable, but his silence spoke volumes. The moment Donald had entered the sitting room, he had immediately noticed the way Adrian was looking at him. It wasn't the harmless curiosity of someone seeing a stranger for the first time. There was something calculating hidden behind those eyes. Beneath Adrian's polished smile lay jealousy, arrogance, and an unmistakable sense of hostility that he had tried, unsuccessfully, to conceal. Donald had encountered countless people like him over the years. As both a successful businessman and an accomplished physician, he had spent years dealing with people from every walk of life. His profession had taught him to observe carefully before speaking, while his experience in business had sharpened hi

Margaret looked at Evelyn with a puzzled expression. For a brief moment, she genuinely wondered whether her daughter was deliberately pretending not to understand. She had made herself perfectly clear only moments ago. In her opinion, there was only one sensible direction for Evelyn's future now that she had become a mother. Donald had accepted responsibility for the baby from the very beginning. He visited regularly. He never showed the slightest reluctance whenever Evelyn or the baby needed anything. He provided for both mother and child without hesitation, and despite the circumstances surrounding the pregnancy, he had never once attempted to distance himself from his responsibilities. To Margaret, actions always carried far more weight than empty promises or sweet words. Many men could make beautiful declarations, but very few proved themselves through consistent actions. Donald had done exactly that. So when Evelyn asked whom she was supposedly going to marry, Margaret

Donald stood beside the wide window of his study, his eyes fixed on the city lights below. His phone remained pressed against his ear as the call continued to ring. A few seconds later, someone answered. "Good evening, sir." It was Caleb Morris, Donald's trusted right-hand man. His voice was as calm and professional as ever. "Good evening, Caleb," Donald replied. "You still working?" "I was just finishing today's reports." "Good." "I have something important for you." Caleb immediately sensed the seriousness in Donald's tone. "I'm listening." Donald walked back toward his desk and sat down. "I need the security camera footage from the Kessington mansion." Caleb began making notes. "What period?" Donald answered without hesitation. "I want everything covering the last ten months." The tapping of Caleb's keyboard suddenly stopped. For several seconds, there was complete silence. Finally, Caleb let out a small chuckle. Donald frowned. "What's funny?" "Nothing, sir.

The open-air lounge overlooked a quiet lake on the outskirts of the city. It was one of Donald's favorite places for business discussions because it offered privacy without the isolation of a closed room. Gentle music played from hidden speakers, and only a handful of customers occupied tables scattered across the spacious terrace. Donald had arrived nearly twenty minutes early. He sat alone at a corner table beneath a large umbrella, a glass of water untouched before him. His expression was calm. Too calm. Anyone who saw him from a distance would have assumed he was simply waiting for a business associate. Only Donald knew how much effort it was taking to remain composed. The footage he had watched the previous evening replayed repeatedly in his mind. Every frame. Every movement. The waiter placing the drink before him. His own body gradually becoming sluggish. The staff escorting him upstairs. Evelyn entering the room after everyone else had left. The hallway camera co