In the sterile, fluorescent-lit room of the hospital, a doctor in a white coat carefully examined Shanann's condition. Surprisingly, the doctor's expression turned from one of concern to relief. "Well, Ms. Shanann," the doctor began, "your condition appears to have improved significantly since you were admitted a few days ago. You seem to be quite healthy now. However, we still need to keep you here for a few more days, just to be absolutely sure."Shanann nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and curiosity. After the doctor left the room, she couldn't help but turn to her brother, Liam, with a puzzled expression. "What happened?" she asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.Liam gazed at his sister's face, concern etched in his eyes. "Naomi got a call that someone brought you to the Emergency Room," he began softly, "and because of how bad your injury was, they had to move you to the Intensive Care Unit."Shanann's shock was palpable as the pieces of
Liam gently pulled away from the embrace, looking into his sister's eyes with concern. "So, what's your plan now?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine care.Shanann hesitated for a moment, her thoughts swirling. "I don't know," she finally admitted, her voice soft and uncertain. "I just want to live with my two daughters and have a happy life."Before they could delve further into their conversation, a sudden commotion from outside the room interrupted them. An elderly woman, her face flushed with anger, burst into the room, her voice raised in protest. The nurse at her heels struggled to calm her down and maintain order."Mother-in-law?!" Shanann exclaimed in surprise when she saw the old woman who had barged into the room.The old woman's face contorted with anger, her eyes narrowed as she advanced menacingly toward Shanann. "You ungrateful woman!" she spat, her hand raised, ready to deliver a harsh slap to Shanann's cheek.Shanann, anticipating the blow, reflexively closed her
Liam's words hung heavily in the room, casting a stark light on the dire situation. His concern for Shanann's safety was evident, and his suggestion of divorce was a somber reminder of the gravity of the circumstances.Amidst the silence that followed Liam's words, the old woman suddenly burst into laughter. Her laughter filled the room, echoing with a mocking tone. "You're just a frog in a well. You don't know the first thing about what one hundred thousand dollars means," she jeered. She glanced around at the hospital room, her smirk suggesting that she believed such accommodations wouldn't come cheap.The old woman continued, her tone dripping with arrogance, "I won't even pay a cent for this hospital fee."She snorted and added, "I want to see how this brat plans to pay for all of this. I bet his grandparents won't be helping him. If they cared about them, Shanann wouldn't have needed to marry my son in the first place," she thought, clearly unimpressed with Liam's determination.
In a bustling marketplace shoppers of all ages and backgrounds were already streaming into the store, eager to explore the aisles filled with countless products. As Liam entered the store, the vibrant colors and flashing advertisements caught his attention. Liam navigated through the maze of shopping carts and busy shoppers. Liam carefully examined the various options before him. Experience had taught him that sweet snacks and instant foods tended to sell well in the Merchant System, and he was on the lookout for the ones that offered the most enticing discounts. His attention was consumed by the task at hand, and he scarcely noticed the world around him. As Liam scrutinized a particular package, the door to the shop swung open, and a presence entered that was as captivating as a sunbeam filtering through leaves. A woman, seemingly in her twenties, graced the room. Her long, lustrous black hair framed her delicate face, and her lithe figure moved with a remar
Liam sat in living room, idly flipping a business card between his fingers. His thoughts seemed to wander aimlessly. He couldn't help but wonder about the strange turn of events that had brought Maeve back into his life.Meanwhile, in the same room, his younger sister, Naomi, observed him with a furrowed brow. She couldn't quite fathom what had captured her brother's attention so thoroughly, and it was all the more perplexing because Liam's focus was usually reserved for more pressing matters.Jun, their younger brother, was busy pestering Naomi with a pile of unsolved homework. Frustration was evident on his face as he impatiently awaited her assistance.Naomi's patience wore thin as she tried to help her younger brother, Jun, with his homework. Frustration finally reached its peak, and she jolted her pen onto the homework, leaving Jun to struggle with the remaining problems on his own. She moved away from the desk, a sigh of relief escaping her lips.He
In the lobby of this prestigious corporate office, opulence and sophistication seamlessly merge to create an impressive and inviting atmosphere. The first thing that captures people attention is the sheer grandeur of the space. Towering ceilings adorned with intricate chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the entire area, bathing it in a sense of timeless elegance.The floor beneath your feet is a gleaming expanse of polished marble, its reflective surface mirroring the luxurious surroundings.The walls are dressed in rich, earthy tones that exude both warmth and professionalism. Large, contemporary art pieces adorn the walls. These artworks provide a visual focal point, each piece carefully selected to reflect the company's commitment to innovation and creativity.A series of plush leather sofas and armchairs are thoughtfully arranged throughout the lobby, creating intimate seating areas for guests and clients. The furniture is tastefully upholstered in muted, sophisticated color
Prince entered Maeve's office as though it were his own domain, paying little heed to her secretary's attempts to intercept him. His casual demeanor suggested a level of familiarity that most visitors wouldn't dare to assume."You should thank me for this," Prince remarked, strolling in with an air of nonchalance.The secretary hurriedly followed Prince, concerned about the intrusion. "Excuse me, sir," she said, attempting to maintain a professional tone.Prince, however, paid little heed to her efforts, his attention fixed on Maeve. "I'm not satisfied with just Romanée-Conti. I want another date," he stated boldly, ignoring the secretary's pleas.Maeve glanced up from her pile of work, her expression calm and collected. With a subtle wave of her hand, she signaled to her secretary that there was no need for further intervention. She was well aware that this man couldn't be thwarted by a mere secretary's efforts.Prince took a seat at Maeve'
"You are now level 3 Merchant," a sudden notification appeared out of thin air, startling Liam so much that he nearly choked on his coffee.Shanann, sitting nearby, looked at Liam with concern. "Be careful," she said, helping Liam with his choking fit."Thank you," Liam said to Shanann, gratitude in his voice.Shanann continued to gaze at Liam with concern before turning her attention back to the front of the bus.They were on their way home, the bus steadily making its way through the city streets. Shanann, now out of the hospital and on the path to recovery, sat by the window, gazing outside. Her expression carried a hint of longing, as if her thoughts were drifting to something or someone dear to her heart.It had been years since she had visited his house, and now, as they approached it, all the cherished memories came flooding back.Shanann couldn't help but miss his house terribly. She watched the familiar streets pass by, the places w