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Ethan was covered in beads of sweat like a runner after a several days of marathon. Likely so, his breathing was so heavy that his nose alone couldn't handle the task. He had received a phone call about his daughter being involved in a ghastly car accident and had sprinted from his workplace to the hospital. All the information Ethan had about the accident was from the phone call. When he arrived at the hospital, he found his wife, Isabella, already drenched in tears. Immediately after he walked in, Isabella sighted him from a distance and hurriedly walked towards him. Suddenly, she raised her fingers, and what landed on Ethan’s face was a wide slap that resounded throughout the hospital. "Where the hell have you been?" she yelled, tears streaming down her face like a waterfall and mucus escaping her nose like wisps of steam. Still filled with anger, she threw a punch at Ethan's chest and pushed him so forcefully backwards that Ethan almost fell to the ground. "Our daughter has be
The same evening, as soon as Ethan saw the bills on the document, which were handed over to Isabella by the doctor, he exited the hospital. He must find a way to come up with money to pay the bills, even if he has to reach out to various bank to secure a loan. His daughter's life was paramount to him, and he could not afford to lose her.Isabella, on the other hand, crawled to her parents' feet and begged them for money, only so that her daughter would not die, as she was now ready to do everything they wanted."I already told you, the pauper has nothing to offer you. He will only make you go through hell with him," said Alexander Rosewood behind his desk as he puffed out smoke from his mouth like a wealthy tycoon exhaling the success that he was."I’m sorry, Dad. You are right. I should have listened to you," Isabella pleaded, standing at the front of her father’s desk, consumed by guilt for not listening to them all these years."So, tell me, how much are we talking about?" Alexande
The night came too early, and Isabella was fully dressed for dinner at the beach house. One thing paramount to the Rosewood family was that they never dressed shabbily. Isabella's mom hated it with so much passion, like an inferno consuming everything in its path.Victoria Sinclair was Isabella's mother, who was in her early 50s. She was the epitome of sophistication and refined elegance. Her perfectly coiffed blond hair and flawlessly applied makeup always added to her polished appearance. And she was indeed the one whom Isabella took after in terms of beauty.Isabella arrived at the beach house, knowing full well that it had been a while since she had been there due to how her parents had disciplined her for disobeying them. She took in a deep sigh, as if she had gulped down a large portion of a sophisticated drink. It was time to see her mother after such a long time, and she could not explain why she was nervous at this moment.The beach house was indeed a house by the large, wavi
"Hello, young master, it is I, Jackson Smith. Please look to your front," said Jackson Smith, Augustus Markwood's personal assistant. He had been working for Ethan’s father since he was in his 20s, and now he was a 57-year-old man standing under an umbrella a little distance away. Though Ethan had left home angrily over ten years ago, Mr. Smith still treated him with respect and asked for permission before coming close to him."Can I walk close to you, sir?" he asked, as it was starting to rain and the weather was cold and breezy, like a melancholic symphony played by the elements.Jackson Smith, dressed in a black suit and a charcoal gray morning coat that cascaded down his knees, gracefully accentuating his tail and commanding presence, was still on the phone with Ethan and waiting for him to give permission before taking a step forward.Ethan was obviously confused. As he looked ahead, as Mr. Smith had requested, he recognized who Mr. Smith was and was taken aback. Thoughts raced t
Throughout the night, Ethan couldn't get a peaceful sleep. Every time he closed his eyes to slumber, he would jolt awake, as if he had just had a terrible dream.Two things troubled his mind. First, he doubted whether Mr. Smith would fulfill his promise to send him the money. Despite knowing Mr. Smith as a man of his word since childhood, Ethan found it hard to believe that he would receive the money before morning.Secondly, he was worried about his wife's whereabouts. It was past midnight, and she hadn't returned home. This was out of character for Isabella, and Ethan wondered if she was still upset with him and chose not to come back.Restless as a bird returning to its nest, Ethan repeatedly checked his phone for any notifications."It's 5 a.m. He should have made the transfer by now," Ethan muttered, standing up from the sofa where he had been sitting all night and grabbing a glass of water.As he took a sip from the glass, his phone's distinct chime, reminiscent of a delicate ch
Still surprised at the drastic turn of events, like shit poured on his face, Ethan waited at the hospital entrance, hoping Isabella could come back and tell him that whatever had happened was not real and perhaps it was only a prank.At 8 a.m. in the morning, Isabella was nowhere to be found. The security guards who had thrown him out of the hospital still lingered at the entrance, eyeing him with hostility and making it clear that if he dared to enter the hospital again, he would face physical harm and imprisonment.Ethan understood the hostile looks from the security guards, which is why he didn't attempt anything foolish. Instead, he continued trying Isabella's cellphone, but all his attempts were in vain, except for her voicemail playing in his ear."Hi, this is Isabella Rosewood. I’m sorry, but I’m unable to take your call at this moment. If you're hearing this, it means that I'm either busy or unavailable. Please leave your name, number, and a brief message, and I'll get back to
"You see, I know why you're here!" Alexander said, looking straight into Ethan's eyes and not taking his gaze away."You want me to talk to my daughter and make her come back to you, and blah blah blah..." He continued; his words filled with disdain."I sure can do that," he said, rising to his feet and pacing slowly around Ethan, his breath almost tangible."But I won't," he declared, firmly stating his decision.Ethan's eyes widened with surprise. It was as if he hadn't heard it correctly and needed Mr. Alexander to repeat his words."What?" he muttered, though Mr. Alexander heard him loud and clear."You see, there's nothing a pauper like you from the ghetto could possibly offer my daughter, who belongs to the richest class. She is way above your league, and you don't deserve her.""I'm sure there are ladies, even ugly ones from the slums and gutters, who would suit you better. You can make a home with them, but not with my daughter.""I'll forgive your ignorance this one time, but
Parked at the hospital, Ethan was still in the limousine with Mr. Smith and the chauffeur. Beside the chauffeur in the front seat, Mr. Smith sat, and none of them said anything to one another.Ethan took a deep breath. The thought that Isabella had just stolen his right to see his daughter away from him baffled him, and he was still broken within like a shattered mirror."Mr. Smith," Ethan called suddenly, and as Mr. Smith answered him and turned to look at him, he talked on."What do you think?" he asked, his eyes brimming with sincerity like a child's innocent gaze."Young Master, you are the heir to your father's billionaire companies. You have all it takes to get down here, walk into that hospital, and get your child out with you, and everyone can do nothing about it, not even your wife or her father. They have nothing compared to what you have," Mr. Smith said."But I will be depriving Sophia of the right to motherly care.""With everything you have, sir, you can always hire a go