A Graduation Gift

Cassandra returned to the patient ward and sat at Edith's bedside. Her mother was still unconscious. Yet, discomfort was visible in her face. While her body was relaxed, her eyebrows remained creased. Looking at her made Cassandra pain.

How could Clark do such a thing? It all dawned on her now: the kindness he showed them was nothing but a mask to hide his true intentions.

Gazing at Edith in silence, Cassandra fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, the door opened. Clark entered the room bringing with him bags of food. Its aroma immediately filled the room.

"Hey, Cassandra. Are you hungry? Here, you should eat something,"

he said as he handed her a pack of sushi. With the way Cassandra stared into space, Clark could tell that she was very preoccupied with the situation. It was likely that taking care of herself was her last priority.

The salmon wrapped with rice and seaweed looked very appetizing. Still, Cassandra did not have an appetite.

"Just put it there. I'm not hungry. I'll eat later,"

she replied indifferently, without even giving him so much as a glance.

He stood awkwardly, at a loss on how to respond. For a few seconds, he just looked at her. Frowning, he finally managed to find an answer.

"If you don't eat, you'll drain your energy. You still need to take care of your mother. But you won't be able to do that if you don't eat anything."

Without looking too much into Cassandra's coldness, he decided to believe that her indifference was because of her growing concern for Edith's condition.

"I really don't feel like eating. I'm not hungry," she said with finality.

Turning to look at her mother, she did her best to keep her anger hidden. In her mind, Cassandra still struggled to grasp the reality that Clark's invisible hand was above all this. Suddenly, she found it difficult to breathe. It felt as if the air was trapped in her lungs, unable to go out.

Who else could she blame but herself? It was her fault. She trusted the wrong person and fell into his trap.

He had drugged her to damage her throat. He managed to get Edith ill and be hospitalized. What other forms of evil could he possibly be capable of? She couldn't even imagine!

However, she also knew that getting rid of him would not be that easy. If he had the audacity to carry out his sinister plan right under her nose, he must know what he was doing. He had no fear of getting caught.

"Cassandra, please take care of yourself. I understand that you're worried, but you need to lighten up. I've asked the doctor for advice. Auntie needs to take a good rest. Just allow her to stay here while she recovers. As for her show, maybe it's best if she takes a break for now so she can be free from any disturbance,"

he said, feigning sincerity. His suggestion seemed to make sense.

her thoughts were quite the

put up such a good, concerned front. He was so caring and patient that one would not even suspect him to be evil. Had it not been for Rufus's advice,

he took Cassandra's silence as sorrow. He put a hand on her shoulder and said to reassure her, "Please don't tire yourself too much. I'm here for you. You don't have

was as soft as the spring breeze, but to Cassandra, the hand on her shoulder felt no different than a magical evil claw

slightly, revealing a smug smile. This was the biggest hint of genuine emotion he

Cassandra so he was sure that she would not notice his expression. His smile

way, little by little, he sucked out the light in such a way that they would barely notice. Until, in the end, only darkness remained.

Looking at Rufus's mansion gave his several mixed emotions that

he would be able to lead the Tang Group towards another pinnacle. Never in his wildest imagination could he have thought that Rufus had a hidden identity: the

and Jill to strip him off of his CEO position in the Tang Group made Horace feel very remorseful. This

took a huge amount of effort to find the mansion. Now, he was finally

pressed the bell, the gates opened.

that he was granted access so easily. He was actually prepared for the possibility that Rufus would be making it

clothes, he slowly walked in, holding a walking stick to support his old frail

pace. The bones on his legs were in constant pain. This was why he now had

given way to visible signs of aging, which he had no intention to hide. With his pitiful look, he hoped that Rufus would sympathize with him,

he miscalculated. Rufus watched him from the

I will make you pay

With every step he took, the

it open, he saw Rufus standing in

clearly a man at his prime. This was a huge contrast to

I've finally

if he found the only beacon of hope. The expectant smile

was you who asked us to leave,"

'us, ' instead of 'me.' Obviously, he was referring to someone else as well, but Horace, being occupied with his thoughts on how to convince Rufus to come back, barely paid notice to the

was just afraid that the Board of Directors would find out, so I thought it would be best if you

and sighing. He looked really

the one who shifted the blame to you. Rest assured! I've already taught him a harsh lesson and he now has

on his face. He looked very stressed recalling

come back. You're part of the Tang family.

he raised his head to look into Rufus's

always be. I'm not part of the Tang family. Why would you trust him instead of

indifferent to the pitiful look on