As Tyler managed to calm Jane's anxiety and left her in a more composed state, he assured her that he would return with the funds needed for the surgery. Jane, overwhelmed with gratitude, pledged to do anything in her power to repay the debt that Tyler might take on for her. His reassurances were a comforting balm for her troubled soul.Tyler's departure left Jane with a renewed sense of hope and determination. She was ready to face the uncertain future and do whatever it took to ensure her brother's well-being. Tyler had become her lifeline, and she was deeply thankful for his support.Sitting in the taxi on his way back home, Tyler's mind was abuzz with thoughts of how he would approach Lady Guila to request financial assistance. He wasn't sure of the best way to go about it, but he knew he had to try. The soft strains of an R&B track played in the background, offering a soothing backdrop to his contemplation. Though the music didn't provide a definitive solution, it did help ease t

“Stop mother! Please!” Andrea screamed.As the anguished cry reverberated throughout the house, the intensity of the moment became palpable. In that bright and tense room, he stood at the entrance, his face a portrait of empathy, and he took deliberate steps toward the scene. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and the onlookers, both Tyler and Lady Guila, couldn’t tear their eyes away from this unfolding drama. Lady Buila, a specter of disapproval, furrowed her brow and lowered her gaze.Tyler, gripped by a tempest of emotions, found himself on the precipice of uncontrollable rage and seething anger. His gaze was fixated on Andrea, who was approaching with measured, confident steps. Andrea was impeccably dressed in a sleek, black suit that exuded an air of sophistication, a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around him.“Please, Mother, reconsider,” Andrea implored, his voice trembling with feigned pity and empathy. He clasped his hands tightly, a plea written across his face a

Tyler’s emotions swirled like a tempest within him after his encounter with Lady Guila. The lounge seemed to close in on him as the echoes of their conversation reverberated in his mind. It was as if the very air had grown heavy with tension. The soft, dimly lit room, adorned with opulent tapestries and antique furnishings, felt suffocating, trapping him in a web of discomfort.Lady Guila’s words were like venom, dripping from her lips as she carelessly compared him to Andrea. Each utterance felt like a dagger to his pride. Her insinuations about Andrea being “better” than him, left him with a sense of inadequacy that gnawed at his very core. The flickering candlelight, casting eerie shadows on the walls, seemed to reflect the tumult in his mind.It wasn’t just the comparison that stung. It was the profound irony that Lady Guila, in her obliviousness, didn’t grasp the true nature of Andrea. She couldn’t see the darkness that lurked beneath Andrea’s charming facade. Tyler found it both

“Tyler couldn’t contain his disbelief, a nervous chuckle escaping him as he glanced around Andrea’s opulent office, his gaze taking in the exquisite mahogany furniture and the soft, golden glow of the chandeliers. ‘You must be joking if you think I’d accept this,’ Tyler muttered under his breath, his voice almost drowned out by the ambient hum of the room.Andrea, leaning casually against his polished oak desk, met Tyler’s eyes with a sly smile. ‘I understand I’m in dire need of funds,’ he said, his words dripping with a sinister charm, ‘but compromising my integrity and lying just for the sake of money is not something I can do.’ With a smug grin, he continued, ‘Go take a walk, Tyler. Enjoy the fresh air.’Tyler clenched his fists, a torrent of anger building within him. ‘I won’t do it,’ he retorted, his voice trembling with determination. He turned on his heel and stormed towards the exit, the echo of his footsteps resonating in the vast room. There was no way he’d let Andrea manipu

“Tyler couldn’t quite fathom Andrea’s sudden outburst. His brows furrowed as he tried to grasp the severity of her implied punishment.The room itself exuded a sense of unease, despite the cool hum of the air conditioner. Fluorescent lights cast stark shadows on the mahogany table, where Andrea had taken her position. Each passing second felt like an eternity.Andrea’s silence left Tyler in a state of uncertainty. He stared at her intently, his mind racing with suspicion. What was she planning? His thoughts spiraled wildly, contemplating her intentions.Finally, Andrea broke her silence, her voice now commanding. “I understand you may be passionate, but I would appreciate it if you’d refrain from interfering in my office. I brought you here to listen, that’s all. Just listen!”Tyler’s face turned pale as he and Andrea locked eyes, the intensity of their gazes sparking a silent battle of wills. Though Tyler wanted to respond, he hesitated, realizing that, in this scenario, Andrea held