After trailing Carson and losing track of him, Ryan felt frustrated. He wanted to find proof that Carson was an evil man—something he could show Alison so she could divorce her husband. All his efforts had failed, and anger welled inside him.Ryan had spent hours today, but now he only felt stuck. Finally, he decided to find another gift for Alison—something more valuable than the last one. Seeing how much Alison liked necklaces, the idea of buying another one crossed his mind."A pearl necklace seems appealing," he muttered to himself, imagining the smile on Alison's face.He drove his car to Springvale's most prominent jewelry store, his heart racing with anticipation. Upon arrival, Ryan exited the vehicle and walked into the luxurious store. The interior was bathed in soft light that reflected off the glittering jewelry.Ryan explored every corner of the store, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He carefully examined, comparing various designs. Each necklace he saw seemed to remind

Inside the police station, Ryan felt his heart racing. The officers guided his every step, and clomping shoes formed a tense rhythm that accompanied his footsteps. He tried to swallow the panic that swept through him. A few reporters stared at him, but they weren't allowed in when he went inside. This relieved Ryan. At least there were no more annoying eyes of the reporters.When they entered the interrogation room, the door opened, and unfamiliar faces looked at him with curiosity and, often, scorn. Ryan tried to hold his head up, showing that he still had a bit of self-respect.Shortly after he sat down, the sound of the door opening again broke the silence. A large man with a stern aura entered. His face looked fierce, but there was something familiar in his gaze. Ryan recognized the man as his father."Ryan!" his father's voice echoed, filling the interrogation room with concern. His father rushed forward, but his steps halted at the sight of Ryan's handcuffed hands. A look of ang

"Step aside. Let me handle this," Carson said firmly, his voice brimming with confidence. However, some of the crowd looked at him with suspicion and scrutiny. One man in the front row raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. He didn’t trust Carson. From his appearance, Carson didn’t look like a doctor—more like a bodyguard with his large, muscular build. “Who are you? Do you really think you can treat this old woman?” he asked, his tone dripping with contempt. The man snorted, “You seem to think you know everything. Are you a doctor?” Carson shook his head, his sharp eyes locking onto the man. "No." The man laughed mockingly and glanced at the people around him. He had expected as much—Carson wasn’t a doctor, and he was convinced Carson’s words were just nonsense. In his view, Carson’s presence wasn’t irrelevant and didn’t affect anything. “So, what can you do? We’ve already called an ambulance. If you’re not a doctor, you should just stay quiet. You’re not helping this old

The situation had calmed down. People had dispersed in various directions, their footsteps leaving traces on the empty street. Carson watched the crowd slowly fade away, contemplating his next move. He was still unsure what to do afterwards. He decided to head home first. Someone tapped him on the shoulder just as he was about to leave.Carson frowned before turning around and seeing the woman who had smiled at him earlier. She now stood with a confused expression. Seeing her like this made Carson curious."What’s wrong?" Carson asked in a flat tone, though he smiled. He tried to be polite, appreciating that the woman had helped him convince the crowd to step aside when he was treating the elderly woman earlier. Carson believed in being kind to those who were kind to him.The woman scratched her head, her eyes darting around as if searching for the right words. She seemed hesitant to express what was bothering her. Taking a deep breath, she scratched her head again. She was truly unce

People were terrified when the man pulled out a gun. The lively, joyful atmosphere of the party quickly turned into panic. Some people screamed, while others immediately ran away, creating a chaotic crowd. Some even left the party altogether. No one was untouched by fear—except Carson. Alison, standing next to Carson, was frightened. She clung tightly to her husband's arm, her fingers trembling. Her face was pale, her eyes wide as she tried to pull Carson away. But Carson had no intention of leaving. "No, we have to go!" she whispered, her voice shaky and filled with fear. However, Carson stood firm, calm amid the chaos. His face showed no sign of fear. Instead of fear, he appeared deep in thought, formulating a plan. He even smiled. This infuriated the man in front of him, who pressed the gun harder against Carson's body. "You think I'm playing around, huh? I'll kill you," the man threatened. Despite being treated that way, with the gun already against his chest, Carson sho