Coco slowly guided Joseph back to his room, each of their steps heavy like the tense atmosphere surrounding them. Joseph was still somewhat intoxicated, but he maintained a calm demeanor, occasionally nodding to the staff they passed along the way. His eyes were fixed ahead, but his mind was swirling with chaotic thoughts about everything that had just happened. Coco walked beside him silently, holding his arm securely, her eyes betraying her concern.At last, the door to the room appeared before them. Coco gently opened it and helped Joseph inside, closing it behind them. As soon as the door shut, the atmosphere in the room changed completely. Outside, the noise and bustle of the party still lingered, but inside, there was only an eerie silence. Faint light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room.Joseph turned on the light, a soft golden glow spilling throughout the space. Suddenly, he pushed Coco away, surprising her. He didn’t say a word, instead quietl
Joseph nodded slightly, not showing any emotion. "Charlotte is still safe, right?" Joseph asked, his voice calm, but his eyes intently watching Coco's reaction. This was his way of probing her, not about Charlotte, but for any sign that she knew or was involved in the death. Coco abruptly lifted her head, her eyes filled with anger. "What are you talking about, Joseph? Why would you ask me that? Do you think I don't care about Charlotte?" The anger in Coco's voice made Joseph realize he had touched on something sensitive. But what was she angry about? Because he suspected her, or because she really had something to hide? "I meant no harm, Coco," Joseph replied, trying to calm the situation. "I just want to make sure everything is okay... between us and with Charlotte." But he knew his words wouldn't soothe her anger. Coco stood up abruptly, her eyes full of frustration and rage. "Joseph, what kind of person do you think I am? I've always been by your side, helping you th
“Sign it.”In a Spacious office, bright sunlight shined in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, Joseph’s eyes fell on the paper.It’s a DIVORCE AGREEMENT!Joseph was stunned, and a bunch of roses held in his hand fell onto ground.It’s his wedding anniversary day! He got divorce?“Rebecca, what does this... mean?” Joseph couldn’t believe what was happening.It was absurd that his wife’s secretary was asking him to sign the divorce agreement on such a special day.“Joseph,” Rebecca spoke his name seriously, her voice was slightly disdainful, “you’re no longer worthy of Charlotte, she’s such an elegant and successful lady.”Her words struck Joseph like a blow. Not worthy...of Charlotte?Two years ago, when Charlotte, his wife was financially struggling, teetering on the edge of bankruptcy, it’s him, who had tirelessly helped her to get out of the dilemma.But as Charlotte’s business was getting more and more successful, she became more and more indifferent to him.He had never thought t
“Rebecca, did I do it wrong?”Back to her office, she saw her secretary busy organizing the documents, Charlotte suddenly blurted out the question.“Oh, my goodness! of course not! Charlotte, you’re so beautiful, talented, and successful in business. Why should you spend your days with a man who only hides in your pocket all day? You deserve a better one, such as Mr. Anderson, who’s wealthy and handsome.”Although Rebecca’s words echoed in her ears, her thoughts seemed to drift into another dimension. Looking at the slightly ajar door in front of her, she knew her decision was right, but regret still flooded her heart.Meanwhile, in the lift, Joseph looked at the necklace in his hand, sadness filling his eyes.Although he had long noticed something unusual in their marriage, he still felt upset when it came to the end.He had originally thought ordinary life was happiness; but exactly, the ordinary life ruined the marriage.Three years of dream in such an ordinary life, he should wake
“Security, where’s the security? My son is about to be beaten to death by this lunatic!”Unable to stop Joseph, Mrs. Smith could only shout loudly.Quickly, some security guards came there.“Hurry up, stop him!” Mrs. Smith pointed at Joseph, screaming madly.Seeing someone approaching, Joseph also restrained himself. He stopped hitting Steven.“Oh god, my son, my poor son.” Mrs. Smith rushed to take care of Steven.At this point, Steven had been hit by Joseph to where his nose and mouth were bleeding, and his face was swollen.The two security guards also recognized them, exclaiming:“Oh my god… Joseph, Mrs. Smith and...”Well, they didn’t recognize the man with a swollen pig head.Meanwhile, Joseph kept silent. He quietly bent down to pick up the broken pieces of the necklace on the ground, carefully hiding it in pocket.Although Joseph’s face and demeanor seemed calm and indifferent, his hands were still trembling because of anger.If Steven were not her brother, he would die for hu
On the way to the hospital, Charlotte felt her thoughts mixed. She couldn’t help but think about what her mother had told her.Did Joseph really betray her in the marriage?Charlotte glanced at the injuries on her brother’s face, they weren’t that serious, but he kept yelling in pain.Did Joseph disguise to be kind and friendly before? Was it a revenge on her through beating her brother?She had a lot of questions in her mind, so she asked Rebecca.“Rebecca, is it really like that... I still can’t believe that Joseph has resorted to violence against others.”In Charlotte’s impression, Joseph had always been a gentleman, calm and friendly, never bullying others, and always resolving things in the most peaceful manner.“Boss, you are so kind! Why wouldn’t it be possible? You’ve been thinking too highly of him. Look at the bruises on Steven’s face. It’s obvious.”“But... my mother has never liked Joseph before. It’s more likely that they annoyed him...” Charlotte wanted to explain for Jo
Amile was astonished. She had never experienced Eastern medicine, let alone expected a young man like Joseph to grasp such methods. These were indeed the recent issues she had been facing. With the head of the family in trouble, Amile herself had been struggling. Her routines disrupted, her eating habits erratic, and she indeed experienced endocrine disorders, often having headaches. Last night, she indulged in a few things and immediately had stomach issues. Amile had recently taken quite a few medications, but her body had yet to fully recover.Witnessing her sister’s astonishment, Coco understood that Joseph’s diagnosis was accurate. Coco’s trust in this young man surged. She looked at him hopefully, now with no hesitation in urging him to step forward to her grandfather’s bedside.“Please, save my grandfather,” she implored.Joseph nodded. But Amile still stubbornly blocked his path.“Have you got information from the servant beside me, or the doctors in this area?” Amile still cou
Healthcare staff pushed Coco and Amile out of the patient’s room. The surgical light came on, and a thick door blocked their view, preventing them from seeing anything happening inside. Amile clasped her hands in prayer, and Coco was no better. She berated herself for being foolish enough to let those people touch her grandfather without following Joseph’s advice. If anything happened to him now, she wouldn’t know what to do. Coco quickly pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed a number. After a moment, the call on the other end cut off. Joseph’s voice sounded angry, but she couldn’t say a word. After a while, the door to the room opened. Amile and Coco rushed over anxiously. They grabbed onto Willock’s clothes, loudly asking, “How is my grandfather? How is he?” The confident demeanor of the hospital director from earlier had now disappeared without a trace. He avoided looking directly at them, his gaze slightly unnatural, as he announced, “Your family should start preparing