Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

A gentle breeze blew. The birds chirped and twittered, trying to break the silence of the cemetery, creating a sad chorus.

The birds sang for a long time. Perhaps they felt they could not break the hush and thus decided to stop. The surroundings fell quiet instantly, as though time had frozen.

Trevon was wearing sunglasses and a black sweater suit, standing in front of a tombstone in silence. His sharp facial features were filled with coldness. Even with sunglasses on, one could feel the icy aura around him.

Jim stood behind, not even daring to breathe loudly. Jim didn’t know why Mr. Wilson came to the cemetery so early in the morning. Mr. Wilson didn’t even buy flowers or anything else. Did Mr. Wilson really come to pay respects to the dead?

After standing for about half an hour, Jim’s imagination had gone wild.

Trevon’s eyes were menacing. Trevon looked at the tombstone of Barron through the lens of his sunglasses as if he could stare through it. Then, Trevon looked at Jenny’s tombstone beside Barron’s, and Trevon’s eyes. softened.

After standing for a few more minutes, Trevon turned around and spoke to Barron with a cold expression, “Retribution should be coming soon.”

After a moment of silence, Trevon turned around and left without hesitation.

Looking at his boss’s strange actions, Jim was very confused. Although Jim was puzzled, his feet still followed his boss closely.

At the foot of the mountain, Jim unlocked the car. Trevon slid into the backseat. Jim opened the door of the driver’s seat and went in. Through the rearview mirror, Jim asked his boss, “Mr. Wilson, are we heading back to the company?”

Trevon did not answer the question. Instead, Trevon instructed Jim, “Don’t tell her we came to the cemetery.”

Trevon was referring naturally to Natalie. Jim nodded. “Okay. Are you heading to the company?”

“Yeah.”

Things usually come in waves, bringing both joy and sorrow.

When it was almost time to get off work, the door of Natalie’s consultation room was open and Emily crashed in. Yes, Emily did not push the door open. Emily had slammed it open.

There was another patient in the consultation room. The patient was shocked by the sudden sound and turned to look at the person at the door.

Natalie glared at Emily at the door and spoke first. “If you’ve come for a doctor’s consultation, take a number.”

said that, the patient, who was sitting down, looked at Emily

gaze? Emily snapped at the patient, “What are you looking at? Have you

was speechless. He thought, “Do you have

I’m looking at you because you look like

retracted his gaze and

“Mrs. Wilson, it’s quite difficult to be a doctor. You are very admirable.”

a smile. “Pay at the counter. You can

Mrs. Wilson. Thank

went straight to the point. “Dad was

both sides of Emily’s face. Natalie remembered that Peggy had hit one side of Emily’s face that day, not both sides. Either Emily had been hit by Peggy again when Emily went back, or Max

not intend to ask. Emily had chosen this path and the person. Natalie said

mean? You didn’t save my mother when she went to jail. Dad is your biological father, and yet you’re still so indifferent. Natalie,

and said, “He didn’t raise me at all. All he did was sleep with my mother. Why must I be grateful to him? Is there

have made my biggest concession to him when I put him out of sight and out

she would become a joke in the circle. “Mr. Wilson treats you like a treasure. It

Do you think it’s glorious for Dad to go

How could this bitch be so lucky? Look at herself. Last night, Emily wanted to consummate her marriage with Max

and tried her best. Not only did Max not put out,

bolder. Emily said to Max without holding back,

did not end there. Max continued

one in the huge room. There was not even a maid

were many bruises on Emily’s body. The more Emily thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong with Max. Thinking back,

god. Besides, Trevon wouldn’t do anything illegal. Harry must have been

or unfilial, but Natalie could not sympathize with Harry. “Use your brain. Without concrete evidence, the

you investigate the truth? Furthermore, seeing how miserable you are looking, let me remind you not to accuse a man

don’t owe you anything. At most, both of us. share the same DNA donor. Other than that, there’s nothing else. You were the one who did everything you could to pester Max. You are living

there’s something wrong with Max? You knew from the

this title sound good to you? Isn’t this the title you want? If I had told you earnestly before you register your marriage, ‘Emily, you must not marry him. He can’t give