“Ms. Cicely, could you please go check on Mr. Diaz?” Charlie asked, with a hint of desperation in his voice.

Cicely narrowed her eyes, her frown carrying a chill. “I thought after all his efforts, he was over it, ready to let me go.”

Charlie swallowed hard, the comely man’s eyes reddening before her. “Yes, Mr. Diaz thought so too. Ms. Cicely, he’s been back from abroad for over twenty days now. He hasn’t shown up around you, has he?”

A tight sensation gripped Cicely’s chest, her fingers curling slightly. After a long silence, she turned her head aside. “So? What’s wrong with him?”

Clutching his fists, Charlie slowly said, “If you go, maybe then we will find out what’s really going on with him.”

Cicely spun around, her gaze piercing as she stared at Charlie. Seconds later, she let out a scoff. “You think it’s fun to play me?”d2

Charlie took a deep breath, his eyes closed. “Do you really think I’d leave my work, and risk my paycheck, just to play a trick on you? Ms. Cicely, you’re the apple of Mr. Diaz’s eye. Would I dare to play you?”

*

Charlie drove Cicely back to her mansion, her expression colder than the frost on a winter’s window.

“He gets you to play the sympathy card just to bring me back home?” she questioned, her tone icy.

Without a word, Charlie drove past the grand gates of Cicely’s Mansion and into the adjacent, more imposing estate. He opened the car door for her, and at the entrance of the villa, a man stood waiting. As she approached, he strode forward and gave her a thumbs-up.

“Well done! I’ve never been so enlightened,” he said with a mix of sarcasm and awe.

Cicely frowned at the burly man before her and took a step back. “What’s this about?”

Kane sneered, turning to admire the splendid villa. “The house is grand, the decor lavish, but it’s all wasted on that asshole living alone.”

Cicely’s brows knitted even tighter. Kane’s crude language was grating to her ears. “Kane,” she warned.

“What? Is it just my language you can’t stand, or do you not like hearing Seth called an asshole?”

Cicely’s expression turned icy.

Kane took a deep breath. “I’m amazed. To think he’d drive himself to the brink of death over a woman.”

Cicely’s fingertips trembled slightly.

“Go inside. Could you at least check if that idiot is still alive?”

Usually, Seth was as cunning as a fox, not swayed by hard or soft tactics, except for Danielle.

In the end, it was all a facade.

What they said about Danielle being the one he held dear to his heart and soul was all a lie. He was just deliberately deceiving a woman’s feelings to make her a willing blood bank.

His methods were damn despicable.

Even if Danielle was a heinous woman, she didn’t deserve this. He should’ve kept things separate.

How did he convince himself to become such a despicable person?

And now, after all his wrongdoing, he suddenly wanted to be a good man. How idiotic.

“Ms. Cicely,” Charlie interjected, pulling her from her thoughts.

She glanced at the villa and pursed her lips. “You two are his trusted assistant and best friend. I doubt my presence will make things go your way.”

Kane suddenly turned, his frown deepening as he looked at her, then he kicked the car beside him in frustration. “For heaven’s sake, just try, okay?! What do you want me to do, get down on my knees and beg?”

Kane was known for his carefree, wealthy playboy antics. No one had seen him this crazed or grim.

Her trembling fingers clenched tightly, the pain sharp in her palm. Without another word, she stepped into the villa, Charlie and Kane following.

The familiar design, furniture, and decorations were all her doing.

The living room was empty.

“He’s upstairs in the master bedroom,” Kane said from behind her. “He’s been locked in there for seven or eight days now. At first, he was dealing with business matters, but these past few days, he’s shut down completely. Not eating or drinking, acting like a lunatic.”

Cicely was called over without any clue of what had happened. Now hearing this, all she could do was frown deeply. “Not eating or drinking for seven or eight days?”

Kane’s face was grim as he gave a dark laugh. “He’s been worse, locked away for a month once, surviving on glucose. He’s tough.”

Cicely’s heart clenched, her eyes trembling before she looked up at Kane. Her lips parted as if to speak, but no sound came out.

Charlie glanced at her, then after a few seconds of silence, took a deep breath and suggested, “Ms. Cicely, I’m sorry we called you here on such a short notice, but now that you are here, maybe we could talk first.”

Cicely’s brow twitched involuntarily. “Talk about what. I don’t want to know too much.”

“Perfect, because I’m curious to hear what’s to be said. Let’s all listen.” A deep, steady voice came from the entrance, and everyone turned to see Damon walking in with Chloe.

“Damon! Chloe!” Kane greeted them, though his enthusiasm was lacking.

Charlie nodded respectfully as well.

Cicely’s face paled, her grip on her purse tightening as she instinctively stepped back, her desire to flee obvious.

with an intensity that seemed to hold her captive. “You followed Charlie here today, so you must

flash

a hand, right? You gotta at least

didn’t want to put on a show in front of Chloe. It was pointless. She knew Chloe was sharp as a tack, a woman who’d weathered many storms. Chloe had clawed her way to where she was

hands, Cicely closed her eyes for a moment and then slowly nodded. “Alright.” Cicely

recent words had struck a chord

Cicely didn’t hate Seth. She even hoped he was doing well. So her words came off as bravado and

the couch. “He’s had a tough time, and it breaks your hearts. You’re anxious for him to find forgiveness here, as if my not forgiving him makes me heartless. So, you

silence for

Chloe and ushered her to sit beside him on the couch. “If you

grasped his hand,

Cicely stayed put. She was supposed to bring

Cicely unmoved, Charlie breathed a sigh of relief

her from jail, but then all news of her was locked down tight. Ms. Cicely was

who had her locked up. The online backlash was relentless. I know Mr. Diaz doesn’t care about gossip, but

returns. Without the funds for Diaz Tower’s rebuild or to repay the bank loans, there were sharks circling to buy out

to collect himself before continuing. “Later

eyes flickered involuntarily, and her poised figure on the couch

for generations. Despite renovations, it was the Diaz family’s roots. And it sold for a hefty price due to its prime location. But it was nowhere near enough to rebuild Diaz International or pay back the bank. Mr. Diaz worked tirelessly, wining and dining, ending up in the

had a shake-up. Some shareholders banded together, trying to oust the Ellis family from power. Between the overt pressure and

those months, were utter chaos. What I’m telling you is just the tip of the iceberg;

I thought the incident with Ms. Cicely going to

a bad thing, but two months later, when things started settling down, he began to withdraw, staying away from the office, eventually shutting himself in his

I thought was transition wasn’t. He just hadn’t had the time to think about you. Then it hit me, Mr. Diaz fought to keep Diaz International because you wanted it; he intended to present it to you

your prison sentence was your way of getting back at him, proving how much you hated him? Or was he still figuring out how to be with

a month, unreachable. If Erik hadn’t fallen critically ill, who knows,

as she stared at the spotless coffee table. In her clasped hands, now clammy with

“You didn’t knock the door

“Knock it down? I told you what happened last time. No sooner had I finished speaking than that jerk opened the door and started wailing on me without a

“Everything in here was handpicked by Ms. Cicely, including that

people lost in their thoughts, until Kane let out

into details, as I suspect Ms. Cicely isn’t in the mood to hear more. But this time, I think the reason behind all this is still Ms. Cicely. Recently, Mr. Diaz had me lift the travel ban that had been placed on her

him; he wanted her free yet didn’t want her to

so slightly, her emotions battling within

seriously ill, and Seth survived for three years to

be another illness, nor any desire for someone else’s blood. So, what to do

Chloe agreed with Charlie’s approach. It was

lowered, and her expression unreadable. Chloe couldn’t say anything; after all, it wasn’t her place to

eyes were on Cicely, waiting for her to make the next

her unmoved, his brow knitted tightly. “Cicely, you’re

come out for me, right? And then what? To prevent this from happening again, should I

Kane blinked.

nodded, “That would be

fell over the

fell open, and he gave Damon a thumbs-up. Impressive. Was

think that would

out of her obsessive love and hatred towards your father. If we must talk about grievances, they stem from issues the older generation failed to resolve, leaving you and Seth

then she scoffed mockingly, “Mr. Harper sure

about shifting blame, but recognizing the multiple facets of every situation. The most important thing is to choose what makes you happiest. Why trap yourself in the most torturous path when there’s a brighter, more liberating choice? Only fools would do

slowly fading. “All of this started because

“Yes, exactly. It’s like you choosing to go to prison voluntarily; you could use your suffering to get back at Seth. Don’t be surprised if others lose their sanity over emotions too. You

Cicely’s eyes trembled fiercely.

alone offer such leading advice. But

“If you were him and Chloe was me,

steal, or deceive. Any tactic is fair as long as she’s mine, and by my side as I wish. What’s right? Getting what I want is right. Letting her go, torturing myself like he’s doing now? Since

Damon developed a smooth-talking routine from

was something to be able to make Kane crack a smile. Damon shot

by his rhetoric and then slowly turned

smile, softly saying, “We aren’t you guys. Knowing he loves me, I wouldn’t let things get to where you are today. Besides, I wouldn’t give him up to any other woman. The one I love and cherish should stay by

Chloe, smiled and took her hand into his large,

ever come to choose him so resolutely? When you decided to go to prison, did you have any doubts, or were you certain that no one in the world

betraying her agitation. It took Cicely a moment to compose herself before she

duo. I can’t

Cicely spun

*

closed barrier before her, not moving an inch forward. How could they simplify and beautify

oneself away in a bedroom for over a month – quite

had been sneaking glances, could stand it no longer. He strode forward and rapped sharply on the door several times before darting away like a

Cicely sighed.

no response. Behind the

collection of potent spirits were on display. Seth slumped against the bed, one leg bent, his arm resting on his knee and his head buried in the crook of his elbow, motionless. Even Kane’s sudden loud and urgent

knocks echoed again. They were gentle, rhythmic, but

then a voice, tranquil as water, seeped through the thick door, slightly muffled.

who had been utterly still, suddenly

blankly into the empty room, his

illusion? She couldn’t

“Seth, open up.”

of thought shattered, Seth turned his head towards the door, his eyes bloodshot. He hesitated for just a moment before pushing himself up with the help of the bed. Having sat for too

the door. But just as she did, the door swung open. Her kick met air, and she stumbled forward. In a panic, she reached for the doorframe, but still collided with the man’s chest. Her slender waist was

Cicely straightened up and looked up into the weary, disheveled face of the man who was

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