"I think you should speak with Fiona," he advised, his tone encouraging but cautious. "You should go and see her personally and ask her why she's doing this. I know Fiona loves you a lot, you guys can get on the same page. Maybe just a little communication will do wonders.""I hope that works out. She doesn't want to see me, remember?" he said softly, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness that he couldn't shake. Alice looked at him sympathetically, a warm smile spreading across her face, a silent reminder that hope and understanding could bridge any gap."You should try," she gently urged, her eyes reflecting a glimmer of hope. "Fiona truly cares and loves you. I am sure she might listen and reason with you. She sounds like a gentlewoman." Her words were filled with a quiet confidence, urging him to take the risk first, trusting in the power of love and understanding to mend whatever rift had come between them.And he nodded to the idea. "Well, this is the deal," he began, his voice

Alice confidently met Mr. Thompson's gaze before answering, "I have a comprehensive insurance policy in place, along with the unwavering support of the companies that stood by us during the bankruptcy. With their assistance, acquiring the shares was a straightforward process." As she finished speaking, Mr. Thompson's expression softened as he took in her information. "Can you provide evidence or documentation that confirms your ownership of the shares?" Mr. Thompson inquired, his tone measured but curious. Alice paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts, before taking a deep breath and delving into the details of her ownership and the documentation supporting it. The air in the room seemed charged with anticipation as she carefully laid out her proof, each piece a vital link in the chain of her investment."I didn't realize it at the time. I was naive and trusting, unaware of the deception unfolding before me," she began, her voice tinged with a mix of regret and frustration. Memor

"Sure," he replied softly, his voice tinged with concern. Just a few months ago, she had been diagnosed with a serious illness and had undergone treatment for it. The doctor let out a light chuckle, recalling the situation."It seems that she got better, but unfortunately, I made the mistake of not allowing her enough time to rest before returning to work," he admitted, his tone filled with regret. "She hadn't fully recovered, and as a professional doctor, I should have known better. However, I will ensure she receives the necessary precautions and prescribed medications to aid in her recovery and well-being." As he spoke, Alice's expression shifted, her eyes reflecting a sudden wave of sadness. The weight of her illness and the doctor's words hung heavy in the air, stirring emotions within her that she had tried to suppress.She didn't believe that the miscarriage had affected her so profoundly that it prompted thoughts of hurting Michael. The weight of the loss lingered in her hear

As Andrew was rushed into the Intensive Care Unit, the stark reality of the situation hit home. His body was drenched in a pool of blood, a chilling sight that sent a wave of fear through the hospital staff and his family. Their mother, a renowned doctor and the owner of the hospital, faced a harrowing dilemma. While she was undoubtedly terrified as a mother to see her own son in such a state, she remained the only available doctor, as her colleagues were all engaged in urgent operations.The chaotic scene in the hospital underscored the severity of Andrew's condition, the urgency of his medical care palpable in the air. As the medical team mobilized to save his life, every passing moment held the weight of uncertainty, a silent plea for a miracle to guide them through the darkness that had descended upon the Thompson family.As the gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon her, Andrew's mother made a courageous decision to perform the surgery herself in a desperate attempt to sa

As the tension in the room escalated with Alice's probing questions, Mrs. Thompson sought clarification, her puzzled expression betraying her confusion. "What's going on? Who's publicly shy?" she inquired, prompting Michael to interject before Alice could respond."Oh, that! I worked on it. I am more shy, even though it was a bit awkward, I still managed to get over that," Michael lied smoothly, skillfully weaving a tale to conceal his true motivations. Alice, recognizing the artistry in his deception, smiled knowingly, acknowledging his adeptness at manipulation.Mr. Thompson, sensing a hint of disingenuousness in Michael's explanation, demanded further clarification. "Why did that happen?" he pressed, his tone betraying a subtle skepticism. Michael met his gaze with a practiced smile, his demeanor calculated and composed, concealing the intricate web of deceit that he skillfully wove.“When I was young, people bullied me a lot, and the last time I was supposed to perform my music th