The man explained the possibility that the person terrorizing the Alberto family was someone from the military. It was something that the four great families couldn’t fight against. He also mentioned that the person might not be an ordinary soldier—perhaps a high-ranking officer, given the boldness of coming alone. Of course, the four families panicked when they heard this explanation. They looked at the man with hopeful eyes, waiting for his response. After listening to his words, one sighed, "But how can we fight them?" The man nodded, understanding their concern. "Don't worry. I will help you. I have many connections in the military, and my rank is high. Rest assured, gentlemen, because I can get the support we need to defeat that man," he said, his voice firm and reassuring. The faces of the four great families gradually shifted, and relieved smiles began to appear. Hope replaced anxiety. They whispered among themselves, planning the following steps as if a heavy burden ha
Elsewhere, Carson sat on the floor with Charlotte. They played a puzzle game together, and the atmosphere was warm and happy. Charlotte giggled every time she fit a piece, her eyes excitedly shining. Carson looked at Charlotte with pride.“Daddy, look! It’s almost finished,” she exclaimed, showing off the piece she had just placed.Carson smiled, feeling proud of his daughter’s joy. He responded with a warm hug, encouraging her. But Charlotte quickly pushed his body away, squinting her eyes.“Too tight. Daddy, you’re making it hard for me to breathe,” she complained.Carson laughed, gently patting Charlotte’s head with his right hand. He seemed very pleased with how the day had gone. Charlotte paused for a moment and then joined in the laughter. Not long after, Alison appeared from the kitchen, carrying a tray of food. The mouth-watering aroma filled the room, adding to the cozy atmosphere.“Who’s hungry?” she asked with a broad smile, her eyes gleaming at the sight of Carson and Char
The man demanded compensation. Alison glanced at the car before her, noticing it wasn't damaged. If there had been any impact, it would have hit Charlotte. This realization made Alison glare at the man in front of her with a cold expression, frowning. She wanted to say something, but Charlotte beat her to it.Charlotte stared at the man with fiery eyes, remembering all the cruelty she had just witnessed. "I didn’t damage your car, Uncle! Are you blind?" Her voice rose, reflecting the bubbling anger inside her.Alison raised her eyebrows, trying to catch her breath. She wanted to step forward but hesitated. The man, raising his hand, blinked at Charlotte. "You little brat don’t know any rules. Pay up, or I’ll call the police to arrest you. You rude little child."Charlotte bit her lip, struggling to hold back tears as she looked at the trembling cat in her hands. "This cat is more important than your car. You almost ran it over. You should be the one compensating."Alison’s cold gaze s
Carson was on the verge of punching the man in front of him. His right hand was raised, ready to strike, but he hesitated when his eyes caught Charlotte's figure beside him. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself, though his muscles tensed with anger, nearly reaching its peak. He composed himself now.Seeing Carson's hesitation, the man laughed mockingly, his voice echoing in the silence. "I knew it. Turns out, you're the cowardly type of husband." He stepped forward, lifting his left hand with a wicked grin. "Such a shame for a beautiful woman like this," he said, grabbing Alison's cheek from behind, his fingers gently pressing into her skin. He looked pleased to see Carson not fighting back. He thought Carson was silent because he was afraid. But that was a grave mistake."Married to a useless husband. If I were her, I would've left you long ago and found a more reliable man," he added.Charlotte was shocked, her eyes widening in disbelief at the man's words. Anger and hurt
The man arguing with Carson still seemed intensely curious about the answer from the driver of the Bugatti La Voiture Noire. He couldn't understand why the owner of such an expensive car would kneel before Carson. It wasn't just surprising—it was utterly incomprehensible to him. A wealthy man bowing to someone so poor made no sense in his mind.The luxury car driver stood up and looked at the man before him with a condescending gaze, sizing him up from head to toe. He did this twice but found nothing interesting about the man. His expression showed that he didn't think he needed to provide an answer."Do I really need to answer that question?" he asked indifferently.His arrogant attitude angered the man, but he didn't dare to scold the driver for some reason. He knew connecting with wealthy people like him could be advantageous, perhaps even leading to lucrative business opportunities."I'm just curious," the man replied, lowering his voice.Despite his anger, he tried to keep his co
The man was beaten beyond recognition and severely injured. His right hand was even broken, and he was utterly exhausted, his eyes drooping with fatigue. He couldn't fight anymore, not even a little. Regret filled him for having provoked the wrong person.“I was such a fool. I had no idea he was this strong,” the man thought.Through his blurry vision, he saw again the luxury car driver kneeling before Carson. This confirmed that Carson, indeed, was the master of that man. Realizing this, the man felt even more foolish for letting anger and ego cloud his judgment. He wouldn’t have ended up like this if he had been more rational.Carson was satisfied after pummeling his opponent. His fists were covered in blood. The driver handed him a towel, and Carson extended his hands. The driver carefully wiped the blood from Carson’s hands.Once his hands were clean, Carson turned around and took a step before pausing briefly. "Take care of this situation. Make sure that man receives the most dre
The following day, Carson invited Alison for a jog. They were both ready, wearing quick-drying clothes. They had prepared drinks, snacks, and a few other things."Are you ready?" Carson asked.Alison nodded. "Of course, I’m ready. All of this is to become stronger. I don’t want to be a burden to you," she replied.Carson smiled proudly. He wasn’t happy because Alison would no longer be a burden but because she could protect herself. Those were two different things. Carson would always make Alison his priority in life. Whatever happened, he would help his beloved wife.They got into the car and drove to a park near their home. The park was spacious, with plenty of shade and trees, making it a great place to exercise.Once they arrived, they started running. Carson set a goal of five laps around the park, which wasn’t a decision made lightly. He had assessed Alison’s abilities and was confident she could do it. Alison worked out regularly, so this should be easy.This physical training
Ryan still clung to what he wanted to believe. No matter how often Alison explained, it wouldn’t change his opinion unless the realization came from within himself. Unfortunately, that was nearly impossible since his heart was clouded with accusations and hatred toward Carson. “Alison, wake up. You’re being brainwashed by this man. Just divorce him,” Ryan urged. Carson, hearing those words, felt a mix of anger and confusion. He didn’t recognize the man standing before him. It was strange for someone to appear suddenly and lash out in such fury, accusing him of being a lousy husband and demanding Alison divorce him. Carson couldn’t understand the man’s reasoning at all. Ryan continued, “Look at him. Rough and poor, unable to give you a decent life. While I... I can give you everything. Cars, houses, a bright future. I can offer you happiness that this man will never be able to.” He pointed toward Carson. Alison was unaffected by his words. “Love isn’t just about money. Kindness