Ryan was immensely proud of the diamond necklace he gave to Alison. However, when his eyes landed on her neck, he was startled to see another necklace adorning her. The necklace stood out, its design was exquisite and radiant. He squinted further, and as soon as he recognized the necklace, he swallowed hard. His hands began to tremble."Impossible. No, it can't be that incredibly expensive necklace. There’s no way she could afford it," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as though afraid Alison and Carson might hear him.Anxiety crept into his mind. If the necklace around Alison’s neck was truly what he thought, it was worth a fortune. A necklace that could cost as much as a luxury car. Something Ryan could never dream of buying. He tried to convince himself that it was merely a replica. It was impossible for Alison to own something that expensive.“That necklace looks great on you. What kind is it?” he asked, trying to mask his curiosity behind a forced smile.Alison glanced down
Alison's heart was filled with doubt, and she was confused about what to do. She gripped her necklace tightly. She loved this necklace dearly but couldn’t wear it outside the house if it was fake. She would not only be humiliated by other women but she could also be reported for wearing counterfeit goods. "I don’t want to take it off," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible, filled with uncertainty.Ryan turned, surprised by her resolve. "Are you crazy? It's a fake. You shouldn’t wear it. If you want, I can get you a more expensive necklace than that. Just throw it away," Ryan urged, his eyes filled with concern.Alison shook her head, feeling her heartbeat quicken. "It's precious to me," she replied, looking at Ryan with hope and determination. Her memories of Carson giving her the necklace vividly replayed in her mind—his smile, gentle look, and unspoken promise. Every detail of the necklace reminded her of her love for Carson.She recalled that moment in the small garden w
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
Ryan stood in the centre of the crowd, his heart pounding. Anger filled his head. His face was pale, and sweat began to run down his temples. He looked around at the people around him, hoping to find one figure who cared about him and helped. Unfortunately, there was none."Stop taking pictures. Don't you understand privacy?" he shouted, her voice hoarse with fear. Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to her. "You poor people are so annoying. No brains at all."He cursed at the people who kept filming. There was even a media outlet that came there after getting the news that one of the wealthy family members had been caught with drugs in his shirt pocket. This would make an interesting story for them."Stop filming, motherfucker." Ryan shouted.However, the shouting was just an afterthought to the people there. They were all mesmerised by the drama unfolding before their eyes. No one wanted to miss any of this. Even some of them were laughing. Others had their cell phones out, con
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
Carson sat on a wooden bench in a quiet little park, feeding the pigeons that swarmed around him. The atmosphere around him was calm. The sound of birds chirping and the wind blowing gently gave him a sense of peace. He tossed some bread, enjoying the simple moment.However, the tranquility was interrupted when a man approached her. The man's face looked tense as if carrying heavy news. Carson turned his head, raising an eyebrow."Sir," the man began, voice low and serious. "The police arrested Ryan. What should we do next?" The man asked.Carson paused momentarily, looked at the swarming birds, then nodded. "Nothing. Go back to work. I'll contact you later through Darwis. Don't do anything without my orders."The man nodded. "All right, if that's what you want. Then we'll take our leave," he said.After a while, the man left Carson, still throwing breadcrumbs at the pigeons in front of him. He looked so calm, as if nothing had happened at all."He was arrested. That's how it should b
"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
Carson continued what he was doing. Sweat dripped down his forehead as acupuncture required immense focus. A single mistake could worsen the condition of the elderly woman he was treating or even cost her life. His pride was on the line.“Do you all trust this stranger? If it were me, I wouldn’t. He’s probably just a fraud, pretending to know what he’s doing,” the man said again.He kept taunting Carson, who was concentrating deeply. Carson felt frustrated but knew he had to remain calm. Losing focus could lead to a fatal error. Without hesitation, Carson inserted two needles into specific points in his ears, cutting off his hearing. Everything became quiet. The man’s incessant ranting faded into the background, though the people around were starting to get irritated. They gave the man sharp looks, causing him to lower his head in embarrassment, though he still harbored resentment toward Carson.After a few tense minutes, the elderly woman began to show signs of recovery. Her breathin