“DAPHNE? Daphne,” August called his wife’s name twice, but silence now filled the other line. August glanced at his phone, only to see that the call was now disconnected.At this moment, he knew there was something wrong. He didn’t waste any time as he stood up, rushing to go back to the Sandoval mansion as fast as he could. He bowed in front of Clementine’s grave before he ran toward his car.When he sat in the driver’s seat, he stepped on the pedal as his heart thumped rapidly while thinking about what could have happened to Daphne.Fortunately, the traffic isn’t that bad, and August arrived at the Sandoval mansion in no time. He immediately went to their room to see if Daphne was there, and he sighed in relief when he saw Daphne sitting at the edge of the room, beside the vanity cabinet.Her face was buried in her thighs as she hugged her thighs tightly, so he couldn’t see her face. August’s head tilted because it seemed like Daphne noticed his arrival since the door created a noi

“I’M right. He's the fucking common link,” muttered August, referring to Wesley Wellington, as he read the article published decades ago.[Wesley Wellington took the Saintheart Hospital's former employees and directors after the arson that happened in the said hospital.]“What was that?” Daphne asked, confused, as she looked at August with her narrowed eyes. “Why are you searching for a closed hospital?““You know this hospital?” asked August as he pointed at the screen.“Who wouldn't?” Daphne shot back, raising a brow. “They became the hottest topic before because of the arson, not to mention that Clementine Remington died that day, too.”August didn't answer; he pursed his lips instead, containing his emotions. He continued reading the article, and Daphne did the same thing.[Wesley Wellington said in his exclusive interview that he found it unfair for the Saintheart Hospital's employees to be terminated for an accident they cannot control.]“Is the Saintheart Hospital somehow invol

‘WHAT’s wrong with him?’ Cecile asked herself as she closed her eyes briefly, her forehead creasing as she massaged it. Despite her reservations, she knew she had no choice but to comply if she wanted Francis to leave. After a moment, she returned with a plate containing a delicious-looking sandwich, which she placed in front of him. Francis's smile widened as he eagerly picked up his utensils.Taking a bite, his expression immediately changed to one of disappointment. The taste didn't live up to his expectations. “Honestly, your dish sucks,” said Francis honestly, aware that this would likely be their final meeting. "I'm hesitant to drink the water, fearing you might poison me. Have a sip first."

HARVEY Johnson, CEO of Johnson Gamings. The side of August's lips rose as he saw the company's name.At the same time, he wondered why Harvey still took the opportunity to have a meeting with him despite his anger. It fueled his curiosity as his gaze went darker while staring at the paper.“He has an idea that I’m the CEO in charge since Father was resting, right?” August asked as his brows furrowed.“Who?” Sapphire raised a brow.“Harvey,” August replied in a low tone. He was getting lost in his thoughts already.“Of course, he has.” Sapphire nodded. “He’s aware of the news inside our family. He is a part of it, after all.”August tilted his head and clicked his tongue. “And that’s what makes it strange… He hated me to the core.”August placed the schedule on his table as his other hand caressed his chin. With Harvey’s attitude, August knew that he would rather choose to die than work with him at all costs.He knew that Harvey may have been scheming a plan against him, but he wouldn’

SUDDENLY, a gust of wind swept across his right side, prompting August to swiftly redirect his attention, aiming his arrow in that direction. "Who's there?" he demanded, his voice resonating with commanding authority. "What do you want from me?" August added to inquire, seeking answers from the mysterious presence.The silence answered August, followed by the wind stopping, causing the deafening silence to take over the garden. However, despite his calmness, August never changed his stance. He had learned not to place blind trust in anyone, including himself.Seconds passed until one person appeared in front of him, confirming his suspicion of being observed.“Who…” August was about to speak, but as he thought that there was only one person in the same place as him, another person came out, shattering his assumptions.“Stephen? Raquel?” August called them with confusion in his tone. “What are you two doing here? Are you assigned to monitor the mansion at this hour?”“I am,” answered