Chapter 32 As the day wore on, Isabelle had driven her car to a secluded part of the city—the place where Tyson would usually spend some time alone after his business meetings. Although the place looked peaceful from the outside, a stifled excitement still churned in Isabelle's chest, a kind of excitement born from a mixture of anger, humiliation and revenge.She pulled up at the gate, and the familiar guard let her in at her approach. Her relationship with Tyson had ended long ago—at least, in public. But Isabelle knew he hadn't forgotten her. She also knew that she had always been his weakness. And it was that weakness she was here to exploit.As the large wooden door opened, Tyson emerged from behind the sofa. Neatly dressed, his usual confidence in his bearing. But the fleeting spark in his eyes as Isabelle entered was a confession of an old attraction."Surprise," Isabelle said softly, as if her sudden appearance were a mere coincidence.Tyson gave a small laugh. "You stopped co

Chapter 34Marco peered through the doorway, first checking to see if she was asleep. No, she was awake. She gave him a reassuring smile. The moment Marco stepped into the room, she curved her lips and said,"You've come? You were the one who saved my granddaughter yesterday, weren't you?"The way she said it made it clear she wasn't going to miss the chance to tease Marco. Marco lowered his head and edged forward slightly. The familiar expression was on his face—the one that said he was used to hearing this sort of thing, but wanted to deflect it all the same."Grandma, we shouldn't be talking about this now…,"his voice sounded a little hoarse.But the old woman wasn't one to stop."No, no, you have to listen. If it wasn't for Jessica, you'd have run a mile, and yet yesterday, the complete opposite happened. You saved her. So, tell me, where did this sudden heroism come from?"Marco was genuinely uncomfortable now. A peculiar, endearing irritation flickered in his eyes—a look he oft

Chapter 36Marco had clearly spent the night in a restless mood. The city's pale, mist-shrouded dawn had not yet fully broken, but he'd phoned someone early—so hastily that his voice was sharper than usual. There was no pleasantry in this summons, no hesitation. He had simply said, "We need to meet now. Same place."He rode his motorbike to a corner of an old cargo dock—a part of the city the police rarely patrolled, and that ordinary folk seldom visited. The air there was a mix of salt water and the smell of rusting iron, and it was that very solitude that made it Marco's preferred spot—a place where he could stay out of sight when needed.A few minutes later, the sound of a car in the distance caught his attention. A black SUV slowly approached, each move calculated. As soon as the car stopped, a tall, sturdy man got out, the door swinging open—his eyes a stark blue, his face a inscrutable calm, and the sharp lines of his features made it clear he was no local. The unmistakable 'for

Chapter 38The nightclub was packed to the rafters.The pounding music, flashing coloured lights and the smell of sweat from so many bodies made the whole place feel stifling.The atmosphere was filled with dancing, laughter, and drunken shouts.Amidst the chaos, he had found Rosa Garrick again.This moment was not new to him, following the events of the previous chapters, but it was not easy either.Garrick was standing in the middle of the club.He held a drink in his hand, but he was not paying it much attention.He stood amidst the crowd, yet he seemed to exist in a world of his own.A politician's familiar confidence played on his face, but his eyes held a hidden weariness.He looked at ease in this environment, as if he were part of the crowd.Rosa stopped, watching him from a distance.For a moment, a tight pull settled in her chest.She had unfinished business with this man.There were many things left unsaid.She knew that if she didn't confront him today, she would never get a

Chapter 40The evening after the hospital shut down felt unusually heavy for Jessica. As the last light of the day slowly receded from the city, she felt as though not just the day, but the hope of many people was fading away with it. Amidst it all, Marco's face kept replaying in her mind—calm, but shattered on the inside.It was with these thoughts that she found herself standing outside Marco's flat. The corridor was silent. Jessica stood there for a few seconds, as if trying to convince herself why she had come. She knew Marco was the sort of person who wouldn't want to burden someone else with his problems. Yet, today was different. The hospital closing wasn't just a loss for Marco; it meant the futures of countless patients were now uncertain.At last, she knocked on the door. The sound echoed clearly down the corridor. Within moments, the door opened.Marco stood before her. The clear imprint of exhaustion was visible beneath his eyes. It was a fatigue born not of lack of sleep