Travis did not want to argue with her. He replied softly, "I'm still working at the company. Is there something you need?""Travis Hardy, what kind of motherfucking bullshit are you talking about!" Amber cursed loudly. "I already asked your other colleagues, and they said you left an hour ago!"Travis panicked. He hadn't expected Amber to have set a trap for him to fall into."Tell me the truth, where are you now?" Amber demanded. "Are you in some cheap bitch's bed?""I'm not," he quickly denied. "What nonsense are you thinking? I was just tired from work so I went out for a drink with my friend.""Why did you lie about working overtime then?" Amber persisted.After juggling his marriage to Larissa and his affair with Amber for so long, Travis had long mastered the skills of coming up with excuses on the spot."I just didn't want you to misunderstand! Your emotions have been so unstable lately. If you get too worked up and drive yourself crazy, I'll be the one to suffer!" he said softl

Larissa instinctively lowered her head.Seeing as her forceful attempts at entering were not working, Amber started crying. "I need to see my uncle urgently! Please! You have to let me in! This is a matter of life and death. If I can't see my uncle, I might as well be dead! Do you really have the heart to watch me meet my end without doing anything?"Snot and tears trickled down her cheeks. She looked particularly pitiful.Slight discomfort colored the guard's face, but he remained professional. "These are the orders I have from my higher-ups. I'm sorry, Miss, I really cannot let you in."Amber hurled her backpack into the guardhouse. The guard took a step back in fright."My phone, wallet, and ID are all in this bag. Please, I'm begging you! Take these in exchange and let me in. I really am not a bad person!"The guard bent down and picked her backpack up before handing it back to her wordlessly. His stance was firm and there was no changing his mind."Beep, beep—"A car came from beh

Larissa opened the curtains, leaned against the windowsill, and looked down.Even though the building was pretty high up from the ground, she could clearly make out a police car parked downstairs.Two of them passed by their block and rounded over to the back.Seeing as their block wasn't involved in this, Larissa didn't pay much attention to it. The next day, when she checked the group chat Dylan had added her into along with everyone else who owned properties in Foxtail Garden, she realized that the racket last night had been caused by a woman howling and disrupting the peace under Block 12 in the middle of the night. Her screams had been so loud that the residents of that block were unable to sleep. As such, a few of them had been forced to call the police.A woman under Block 12—Amber's face flashed across Larissa's mind.The members of the group chat continued discussing the incident."I think she was looking for Mr. Fox on the 25th floor.""The 25th floor? Mr. Fox of Soaring Cor

Larissa glanced at the collection bills in Mrs. Hardy's hands. The top most one alone was ten thousand dollars. If it all added up—Seeing the hesitation on her face, Mrs. Hardy wiped away her tears and wailed again. "The nurse said, if we don't pay soon, we'll have to bring Travis home. Travis has suffered such serious injuries. It's been a day, and his condition is still critical—if the hospital doesn't let him stay, he'll die! You're his wife! You can't just stand there and do nothing!"Her last two sentences were extremely misleading. Many of the people queuing at the payment counter immediately cast looks filled with contempt and disdain at Larissa.Larissa turned her back on them. She tried to not look at them to reduce the pressure she felt to be responsible for Travis' condition.She had already seen it all—when she had to deal with the Hardy family, saving herself from embarrassment was not an option.She accepted the bills and flipped through them. From her rough calculations

After the doctor examined Mrs. Hardy, he found that other than her fever, there was nothing else wrong with her. So, he arranged for her to receive an intravenous drip on a bed in the ward. He also prescribed a few boxes of cold and cough medication for her.When Larissa returned from the pharmacy, Mrs. Hardy was still unconscious.The nurse told her to remove the wet clothes from the woman's body to prevent her condition from exacerbating. Larissa felt a wave of repulsion from the bottom of her heart.She tried to call Travis, but his phone was still turned off. Then, she tried to contact Andrew, but he was unreachable despite her multiple attempts. She even suspected that Andrew had already blocked her number.As for Mr. Hardy—she never even saved his number in the first place.Helplessly, Larissa slipped a hundred dollar note to the nurse tending to the next bed and had her change Mrs. Hardy's clothes for her.The three bags of IV fluids ordered by the doctor had been administered f