The sound of sirens grew louder and louder until it drowned the noise of the amusement park rides and the music playing in the background, and within moments two police cars pulled up near the entrance of the park.The crowd parted to create space for the officers who stepped out with serious expressions and alert eyes.Apparently, Ivanna had sneakily called the police.While everyone had been focused on Richard and Daniel on the ground, she had quietly stepped aside, her fingers moving quickly over her phone screen, her voice trembling just enough to sound convincing as she reported an assault in progress and described a violent man attacking her fiancé in public.By the time the officers arrived, Daniel was still on the ground groaning dramatically while Richard stood tall and composed in front of him, and Michelle was frozen between fear and anger, unsure of what the next few minutes would bring.Two officers approached first.One of them looked at Daniel and the other looked at Ri

Richard stood with his arms folded across his chest while Sam remained a few steps away with his head bowed low in guilt and fear.He had messed up, and he knew it.Richard sighed as the image of Marty collapsing on the ground replayed in his mind over and over again, and each time, it made his stomach twist painfully because he understood very clearly that if things had turned out differently, if help had arrived a little later, if the allergic reaction had been stronger, the outcome could have been tragic.Richard’s gaze was intense and cold, and that kind of anger was always the most frightening because it did not need shouting to show how deep it ran.Inside the hospital room, Michelle sat beside the bed where Marty lay resting peacefully, his small chest rising and falling steadily. The doctors had treated him, and though he was still unconscious, the color had returned to his cheeks and the machines around him showed stable readings.When Michelle had received the call about Ma

Michelle could not believe what her mother had just done, tearing her marriage certificate into shreds. Her face darkened, the rage clear in her eyes.For a fleeting moment, everywhere was silent. But Michelle had other tricks up her sleeves. She was always extremely careful with important documents and hence, she had many copies. She reached into a nearby drawer and brought another identical copy of the marriage certificate. "Care to tear this as well?" She muttered, sarcasm dripping in her tone. Yohan looked at her, then burst into mocking laughter.“This must be a fake,” Yohan said with open ridicule. “You expect us to believe you actually married this man?”Michelle folded her arms slowly. Her patience was already running thin.“It is not fake,” she said calmly.Madeline shook her head.“Michelle, stop embarrassing yourself,” she growled. “You cannot possibly marry a man like him.”Michelle let out a short scoff.Richard, who had been silent all this while, suddenly chuckled.Ev

The heavy silence in the living room continued for several seconds after the harsh words spoken by Eric, Madeline, and Yohan Donovan.Michelle stood in the middle of the room, her body straight and unmoving. Her hands were clenched at her sides as the realization of their threats slowly settled into her mind.Across from her, Eric Donovan sat stiffly on the couch. His expression was cold. Madeline sat beside him with her arms folded tightly across her chest. Yohan stood nearby with an impatient look on his face.They were waiting for Michelle to surrender, for her to bow her head and obey them as she had done so many times in the past.But Michelle was no longer the same young girl who had been forced to silently endure their cold treatment.Years of struggle had changed her. Years of fighting alone to build her career and raise Marty had made her stronger.She slowly lifted her head. Her eyes, once filled with hesitation, now carried a sharp sense of determination.Eric noticed the c

"Goodness gracious!" Madeline exclaimed."No way!" Yohan cried. "Is it really possible?"Eric Donovan ignored their rants, as he stepped aside and pulled out his phone. His fingers trembled slightly as he dialed a number.Madeline stood beside him anxiously.“What are we going to do?” she asked nervously.Eric ignored her question and placed the phone against his ear.The call connected quickly.“This is Eric Donovan,” he said firmly.On the other end of the call, a deep voice answered.“Yes, Chairman.”Eric took a slow breath before speaking again.“I want an emergency meeting arranged immediately.”There was a short pause.“A meeting, sir?”“Yes,” Eric replied. “A meeting with every single director and shareholder of the Donovan Group.”The assistant sounded surprised.“Sir… tomorrow’s schedule—”“Cancel everything,” Eric interrupted coldly.“This is more important than anything else.”Another pause followed. Then the assistant replied.“Yes, sir.”Eric’s voice became even more seri