An ominous gust of wind blew as the sun scampered behind the thick layers of dark clouds. The atmosphere surrounding the three people was tense."Is that so?" Carl chuckled ironically. "So it wasn't a coincidence? You named her Cash on purpose?"A bad feeling arose in Violet's heart. She knew that she would be the one to bear Carl's wrath had she angered him.However, she couldn't hold back either. Her anger was on the verge of explosion as well."Violet!" Nathaniel's voice was laced with joy. "You have feelings for me too, don't you? You left me so cruelly back then, but you had your reasons, didn't you?"He smiled brightly. "I came back! I came back for you now! Violet, come with me! I came here today to take you away from this place!""Away?" Violet murmured in a daze."Violet," Carl uttered, short of his usual composure.Violet looked at Carl again and said nothing."Carl Walker, you call yourself a man?" Nathaniel pressured him in a cold voice. "You think you're a thug, t

Carl arrived at a small house. As he approached, he could hear Whitney and Mick laughing as they played."Daddy!" Whitney jumped at Carl. Carl picked her up and kissed her on the cheek. "How are you today? Did you get a nosebleed? Did you listen to Dr. Howell?""I already told you I'm perfectly healthy!" Whitney pouted. "Don't leave me here alone for treatment!"A week ago, on the day Violet and Carl had fought, Whitney had suddenly fainted from an unknown illness.To prevent Violet from getting too worried, Carl had sent Whitney and Mick to Dr. Howell's residence for treatment, as he had all the equipment there.Carl put a hand on Whitney's forehead to check her temperature, then asked in concern, "Did you take your medicine?""I did!" Whitney said proudly.Carl nodded, no more worried. He carried Whitney out and sat on the swing in the garden."Daddy, are you and Mommy still fighting?" Whitney asked in a small voice.Even though she didn't know exactly why her parents were

Violet was taking a nap when the bedroom door opened. Instinctively, she opened her eyes and sat up. When she saw Carl coming in, her heart pounded.It had only been a few hours since they last met, but Carl looked so much more dejected.Violet was confused. Why did he look so downcast?Was it that much of a shock to find out that he'd bedded Isabelle?"What are you doing?" she asked, staying expressionless. "Why are you so quiet? Are you trying to murder me?""Violet." Carl looked up at her, his eyes dark. "If I wanted to kill you, you'd have died a hundred times over by now."Violet rolled her eyes at him. He'd just "cheated" on her last night, yet he could speak to her like this. He was really shameless.Carl clenched his fists. "What does that look mean?""If I remember correctly, we're still fighting," Violet reminded him. "Or are you too important to remember things like this? Has your love for Isabelle blinded you to the world?"Carl's knuckles were white. "Of course!"

Violet's expression fell slightly before smiling at Elle. "Congratulations on your marriage to Mr. Brown!""Thank you," Elle replied through gritted teeth.Elle had found out that it was Whitney and Mick who had caused her to enter the wrong room that night. She thought that Violet had put them up to it. After all, what did mere children know?Even though Elle wasn't around Carl, she still knew everything that had happened lately. When she found out that Violet was in a relationship with him previously, she felt betrayed.Her life appeared glamorous, but Donald was very cruel in bed. He would torture her during sex.But in order to survive and keep Donald on her side, she had to endure it and even pretend to like it. Fortunately, Donald loved her for it. The downside was he would find more ways to torture her.Elle had never thought this would happen to her. She'd thought that she would be able to be with Carl forever and be his wife eventually. Violet had taken that away from he

When Carl arrived at the hospital in haste, Violet and Donald were alone in the room.He kicked the door open. Even though Donald couldn't do anything to Violet in his injured state, he still felt very jealous at the thought of them spending time together.Violet just gave him a cold look when he entered. She stood up and turned to leave."Where do you think you're going?" Carl roared.Violet ignored him and kept walking.Carl turned and yelled at Donald, "Violet is mine! Don't you get any ideas about her!""What?" Donald was shocked. "Carl, what do you mean by that? You just agreed to give her to me, yet you're now saying that she's yours? Are you making me a fool?""If you touch her again, you won't see tomorrow," Carl spat before hurrying after Violet.Donald was stunned. What was happening now?Carl caught up to Violet and grabbed her wrist. "Why are you running?" he shouted."Let go," Violet said coldly."You are mine!" Carl roared. "Why would I let go of you?"Violet