St. Mary's Hospital. Top floor, VIP Suite 1.Sunset light flooded the floor-to-ceiling windows. "Olivia, I never figured your school life was so colorful."Ryan leaned against the headboard, watching the girl standing before him.She wore a plain white dress, her golden hair shimmering in the evening light.A green firefly hairclip bobbed gently with her movements. She stood poised, striking as an oil painting."Mr. Sinclair, I brought you some pastries. I hope you like them."Olivia crouched down. From her backpack—also adorned with a firefly charm—she retrieved an elegantly packaged box.Her movements were light, carrying the natural grace of high status, yet they couldn't hide the gray shadow lingering in her eyes.This visit was a direct order from her father, Nicholas. He had told her to "build a rapport" with this man.In Olivia's view, if she had to perform this kind of calculated socializing, she would rather be here with Ryan than walk into Suite 3 and face that stomach-turni

Ryan looked at the girl stumbling under the moonlight, crying like a child. A faint smile touched the corners of his lips.Isn't she a bit clingy?Actually, that's fine.Ryan walked faster.He reached out and caught Olivia's cold hand without a word, half-forcing her to sit on a large, flat green stone by the stream."Sit still. Don't move."Ryan's voice was deep and resonant.Olivia sobbed, curling up obediently on the stone.Ryan didn't say much. He just pulled some tissues from his pocket.With immense patience, he wiped the tears and mud from her face and hair, gentle stroke by gentle stroke.The moonlight flowed like water, casting a silver glow over them.Stars studded the deep blue canopy above."Here, take my shoes. The ground is sharp." Ryan bent down, starting to remove his sneakers.Olivia shook her head, tears still spilling from her eyes.Her nose was red, her voice thick. "No... I won't wear them.""Then what do you want?" Ryan shook his head helplessly.Olivia extended a

The air in the ward turned suffocating.Elise stood by the bed, her chest heaving.She looked at Ryan, her expression bordering on manic."You won't apologize?!"Elise shrieked."Ryan, do you have any idea how humiliated I've been these past few days?""How many tears did I shed for you? You turned off your phone. You vanished. You made me lose sleep, lose my appetite..."She paused, gritting her teeth. Her voice carried a sickly tone of resentment."Do you know I haven't even been able to satisfy my physical needs? How long are you going to torture me?!"Ryan looked at the woman hysterically claiming she was the "victim." His heart turned to ice.He sat against the headboard, his voice indifferent."If you're lonely, go find your Justin." "I heard that on the day I was dying and needed blood, you were enjoying a candlelight dinner with him."Elise froze. Her arrogance withered for a split second.But immediately, her pride bolstered her twisted logic again."I did that for you! For

Wells Manor. Seaside Villa.The horizon burned with the colors of a dying sun.Nicholas sat on a rattan chair, holding a cup of tea that had long gone cold.Olivia had changed into a plain white dress, the green firefly headband resting in her hair.She didn't speak. She simply bowed slightly to her father, then walked out of the manor under his heavy, meaningful gaze.She was going to find Ryan.Nicholas took a sip of the cold tea. His aged fingertips tapped lightly against the armrest—a habit he had when thinking."Go."He didn't turn his head."Take a few men. Follow her from a distance.""See how far things have progressed between her and that gentleman in the top-floor suite at St. Mary's."The butler bowed and accepted the order. His dark silhouette melted quickly into the shadows of the villa.In stark contrast to the tranquility of the manor, the Royal KTV in downtown Hayden City was filled with ear-splitting bass and the scent of cheap perfume.A red Ferrari screeched to a ha

Royal KTV. Entrance to the long hallway.The lighting here was dim and suggestive.Elise was being dragged by two burly men, one on each side. Her body was dead weight. Her slender high heels dragged two jagged trails across the thick carpet."Miss! Stop! You can't go in there!"The secretary screamed from behind, her voice breaking into sobs.But Elise seemed to have lost her soul. She still clutched the empty wine bottle, muttering incoherently.She wanted to ruin herself. To take revenge on the man who had dared to say the word "divorce."The secretary was blocked by a man several meters away. She watched helplessly as Elise was dragged toward the inner door.Ding.A crisp notification sound came from the phone in her pocket.Like a drowning woman clutching at a lifeline, the secretary's trembling hand tapped the screen.[Tell Elise to hold on for a few minutes. I am coming.]Just a simple sentence. But it carried unquestionable authority."Ryan is coming! Miss! He's coming!"The s