At Carlson's Manor, meanwhile. A text notification popped on Tracy's phone. Looking inside it, the glass of juice in her hand fell to the ground and shattered. “Did you see the photo?” Stella called her immediately. “What is your job, Tracy? Why are you neglecting your duties?” “It's not like that, Stella, I- I mean…” Tracy was greatly dumbfounded by that picture, she didn't know which words to say. Her vision clouded with anger, and after Stella's last words, she gripped the phone until the screen cracked. Staring at the photo again, her eyes turned crimson with jealousy. “You do like to fool around don't you, Heidi?” Tracy's eyes glinted, her lips curling into a sinister smile. “Since you love trouble that much, why don't I give you what you want?” She pressed into the almost-unrecognizable phone, stopping at a particular contact. “It has been long, Todd. Erm, don't you have a fetish for married women?” “You told me you're single. Did you get married?” From the other end

… That Evening… Heidi sat in front of her computer, going through a list of models on the web. While engrossed in her work, she was oblivious that someone was inside the room with her. “Why are you overworking yourself when you're sick, Heidi? Who even allowed you to stay at home instead of keeping you at the hospital?” Heidi looked at her father, her lips pursing in an offended manner. “You knew I fell into the pool. Were you so busy with playing golf that you couldn't call and check on me?” It had been a few days since he left home. Heidi didn't even know he traveled until his absence became alarmingly prominent. “Were you so busy with being a servant housewife that you forgot you have parents for three years?” Her father had his own comeback, narrowing his eyes at her and also pursing his lips. Heidi sighed exasperatedly. “Dad, didn't you all disown me?” “If we've disowned you, we wouldn't have allowed you into the mansion.” “Grandpa would defend me.” “Silly Girl,

“You’re a corrupt official at StriveStyle Co. I'd rather face defeat than collaborate with someone like you.” “Heidi, you- you're making a mistake.” “Aiden, I'm quite busy now. If you have nothing tangible to say, I'm hanging up.” Heidi cut the call before his reply came. She picked up the report in front of her to go through it, then her phone rang. Thinking it was Aiden again, Heidi decided to ignore it. But her phone rang constantly, forcing her to look at the screen. Heidi stared at the strange number, frowning. She answered it, then came a deep husky voice. “Where do you want us to meet, Sweetheart? I've got an idea. Let's hook up tonight at Rosehills Hotel.” “Huh?” Heidi's frown deepened. Then she cut the call. Her phone rang again with that strange number, but she didn't answer it. Thinking that person must have mistaken her phone number with someone else's, Heidi carried on the whole day, ignoring his calls. But the phone calls were serving as a huge distraction.

A look of realization shone on Lucas's face. He rarely stayed home and always left early then returned very late. So those foods he'd been eating all these years were made by that silly woman. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, as he spaced out for a few seconds. Retaining his blank expression, he pushed his chair back, stood up and left, finding the maid's food as if it was something alien. At The Company. Amanda hurried up to him, her voice filled with disbelief and excitement. “Mr. Harrison, this is strange. The tech team found nothing wrong with my computer's privacy. It means no one has tampered with the reports from my end. How strange, you got different kinds of reports-” “Make me a cup of coffee.” It was as if Lucas wasn't listening. His eyes were cascaded with an impending rage, his stern expression making the employees walking past scurrying out of the way. “Y-Yes. Right away.” Amanda gulped and scampered off. Lucas glanced at his wristwatch, his eyes nar

Grandpa Winston couldn't have mistaken the jewelry's unique design. In his rage, he yelled loudly, dragging the attention of the people. Stella's smile didn't falter. She straightened up, her painted long fingernails caressing the diamonds. “Oh, you mean this?” She laughed. “Dad, don't work yourself up over it. I got this jewelry from your sweet granddaughter-in-law.” “What? What do you mean by that?” “Heidi gave it to me.” Stella stepped close to Blake, looking at him lovingly. “Honey, this is an heirloom that is passed down to every deserving woman in this family. Aren't I the only current daughter-in-law? It should belong to me, right?” An Heirloom? The crowd couldn't help but take an attentive look at the unique jewelry. Never had they seen such exquisite and elegant design wrapped in simplicity. Its several diamonds reflected with the light, casting a soft glow over its wearer. Grandpa Winston's expression turned sour, hearing Stella's explanation. His hand shook