Kevin's concern resonated through the room, his words hanging in the air like an ominous cloud. His gaze shifted from Albert to Calvin, lingering on the latter with a mix of skepticism and apprehension."I understand your concern, Kevin," Albert responded, his voice carrying a note of finality. "But I trust Calvin's expertise, and I have full confidence in his treatment."Calvin remained composed under Kevin's scrutiny, his demeanor calm and collected. "Thank you, Mr. Finch," he acknowledged, his voice steady. "I assure you, I've done everything in my power to ensure your well-being."With a determined nod, Albert raised his glass, prompting the others to follow suit. "To health and happiness," he proclaimed, a smile gracing his lips as he looked around the room.The clinking of glasses filled the room, the sound echoing against the opulent walls of the mansion. Yet amidst the celebration, Kevin's stare bore into Calvin's with a silent challenge, his reluctance to acknowledge the succe
David stood frozen, his heart pounding with fear and uncertainty as he watched his grandfather's distress unfold before him. Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision as he called out to Albert, his voice trembling with concern and desperation. "Grandpa, are you okay?" he cried out, his words laced with worry.Meanwhile, Dante's voice cut through the chaos like a beacon of urgency, his tone thick with apprehension as he sought a solution to the dire situation. "We need to do something! What should we do?" he exclaimed, his eyes darting around the room in search of guidance.However, Kevin's accusatory tone shattered the tense atmosphere, redirecting the focus onto Calvin. His voice dripped with disdain as he pointed an accusing finger at Calvin, assigning blame for the unfolding crisis. "Calvin did something to him! What did you do, Calvin? You bastard! You didn’t cure him, you make things worst! Admit it! You are just a rat who wants Albert Finch’s money!" Kevin demanded, his
Christina's challenge only added fuel to the fire, her voice carrying a note of daring as she addressed Kevin's hesitation. "Why the reluctance, Dr. Lang?" she pressed, her gaze unwavering. "If you're truly confident that the glass is safe, then what's stopping you from proving it?"Kevin's unease became palpable, his facade of certainty beginning to crack under the pressure.Albert tried to make sense all of this. "Are you afraid that it might be poisoned as Calvin said, Dr. Lang?" he questioned, his tone cutting through the silence like a blade.For a fleeting moment, Kevin's hand moved towards the glass, his resolve wavering under the weight of Albert's challenge. However, before he could take a sip, Alana intervened, her voice laced with doubt and suspicion."Hold on a moment," she interjected, her eyes narrowing as she turned her gaze towards Calvin. "How do you know that the glass is poisoned? Could it be that you are the one who placed the toxin at the bottom?The accusation hu
Calvin's voice carried a tone of genuine concern as he addressed Albert, his regret evident in every word. "I'm truly sorry this happened, Albert," he expressed, his eyes reflecting sincerity. "I hope you can apprehend whoever is responsible swiftly."Calvin's voice carried across the room, a soothing balm amidst the tension that lingered. His sincere apology resonated with Albert, who visibly softened at Calvin's words, a shadow of sadness crossing his features."It's unfathomable that someone would wish harm upon my recovery," Albert admitted with a heavy sigh, his disbelief palpable.Kevin, once vocal in his accusations, now remained silent, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily upon him. The realization that someone had targeted Albert shook him to the core, leaving him at a loss for words.In response, Calvin offered a reassuring smile, his demeanor calm and composed despite the turmoil surrounding them."Rest assured, Albert, I've done everything in my power to remove th
Everyone was taken aback by Calvin's demand. The room fell into a stunned silence, the shock palpable among the guests. Kevin, unable to contain his fury, slammed his fist on the table, the sharp sound echoing through the room.Alana blushed deeply, misinterpreting Calvin's request as a sign of lingering jealousy and a desire to win her back. She cast a sidelong glance at Calvin, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and unexpected flattery.Kevin's face was a mask of rage as he leaned forward, his voice a harsh growl. "Even if I don't marry Alana, don't think for a second that she would ever go back to you, Calvin," he spat. "You're just a loser living off the generosity of others. Don't get cocky with the little wealth you have now; it's all from conning rich people like Albert Finch."Calvin stood there, silently enduring the barrage of insults, a serene smile never leaving his face. He knew Kevin's words were meant to provoke, but he remained unshaken, his calm demeanor a stark con
Calvin and the other guests continued their dinner, with Alana still harboring the hope that she had a chance with Calvin. She cast a haughty glance at Christina, convinced that Calvin loved her more than he did Christina. She reminisced about how Calvin had once been utterly infatuated with her, and she was certain that his rejection earlier was simply a result of lingering anger.As the dinner concluded, Albert stood and tapped his glass gently to get everyone's attention. The room fell silent as he cleared his throat and spoke with his usual authoritative yet warm tone. "Ladies and gentlemen," Albert began, a smile spreading across his face, "I hope you all enjoyed the dinner. I want to extend my gratitude for your presence tonight and for your support. Now, let’s continue our evening with a cocktail party in the mansion's garden. The night is still young, and I believe we all deserve to unwind after such an eventful day."The guests responded with polite applause and appreciative m
Alana, her face flushed with frustration, finally decided she could no longer endure the evening. With a forced smile, she approached Albert, who was mingling with his guests. "Albert, thank you for hosting such a lovely evening, but I'm feeling quite exhausted. I hope you don’t mind if I leave a bit early," she said, her voice tinged with strain.Albert, ever the gracious host, gave her a warm smile. "Of course, Alana. Your health and comfort are most important. Please, take care and get some rest," he replied, patting her shoulder gently.As Alana made her way towards the exit, she cast a sharp, lingering glance at Christina, her eyes filled with a mixture of jealousy and resentment. Christina met her gaze calmly, not flinching under the intensity of Alana’s stare.Once Alana had left, the atmosphere in the garden seemed to lighten. Christina turned to Calvin, her expression thoughtful. "It seems like Alana still has strong feelings for you," she observed, her tone cautious.Calvin
As the night wore on, Christina continued to sip on cocktails, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere and the company of the other guests. She chatted animatedly, her laughter ringing out amidst the evening's festivities. However, as the drinks kept coming, Christina began to lose track of how much she had consumed.Calvin, observing her from a distance, noticed her starting to wobble slightly and her speech becoming more slurred. Concerned, he approached her gently. "Christina, I think you've had enough for tonight. How about we get you home?"Christina pouted, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol. "No, Calvin," she insisted, her words drawn out. "I still want to have fun. Just one more drink."Calvin shook his head, his tone firm but kind. "You've already had more than enough. You can barely stand. It's time to go home."Despite her protests, Calvin managed to guide Christina away from the party. He approached Albert to bid farewell, explaining the situation. Albert, ever the gracious host,