Chapter 1
“Isabella, as long as you don’t leave, I’ll give you one billion.”
“No, twenty billion!”
At the Carter family’s old mansion, Old Mr. Carter sat in the yellow rosewood chair in the main hall, pleading with the girl in front of him.
But sitting across from him, Isabella Cooper shook her head and then pushed the huge cheque back.
“Grandfather, I’m sorry. We made an agreement six years ago, and now the time has come. I’ve repaid my kindness. It’s time for me to leave.”
Her voice was soft but firm.
Seeing that Isabella had made up her mind, Old Mr. Carter sighed, “These years have been hard on you. Before you leave, anything you want, just tell me.”
Isabella remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, “I want you… to approve of Alexander Carter and Olivia Carter being together.”
“You asked me to get close to Alexander to make him let go of Olivia, but now, six years later, you see, maybe true love just can’t be torn apart.”
Upon hearing this, Old Mr. Carter sighed heavily, his eyes filled with exhaustion and helplessness, “Tine, fine. I’m old now. I won’t interfere with the young ones. Let them be, however they want to mess around. As for the divorce, you should talk to Alexander about it.”
Isabella nodded, respectfully bowed to the old man, and then stood up, walking toward the door.
After getting into the car, she took one last look at the old mansion.
The first time she came to this mansion, it was to repay her gratitude.
She came from an orphanage and, like the other children there, should have dropped out of school. But she was lucky enough to be noticed by Old Mr. Carter, who provided for her education, giving her a chance to study.
She was talented and hardworking, skipping grades all the way, and by the age of 22, she had already graduated with a PhD from Harvard University.
That year, after completing her studies, she specifically came to thank Old Mr. Carter in person. He, however, sat there, weary, and made a request.
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Thild the Carter family doesn’t lack money. If you want to repay your kantines. ankyrtiv something for me. For the next six years, get close to my family’s heir, Alexantier, anti have a chilf with
him. Make him let go of… his sister.”
It was then that Isabella learned that Alexander, the heir of the Carter Group hadi fhillen in love with his adopted sister, Olivia. He was willing to give up his position as heir to the worth the amming everything t
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He had always been the perfect heir, a son of heaven, but for a woman, the rebelled, causing the Carter family to panic. To stop his thoughts, they even sent Olivia abroad
After that, Alexander began drinking heavily and sank into despair.
To repay her gratitude, Isabella agreed.
She started approaching Alexander, obsessively pursuing him, playing the male of an unfitimited admitrær. Eventually, they got married, and she bore him a child.
For six whole years, she worked diligently, but when Olivia returned, the love Alexander hand burried deep inside reignited. Even their son started developing affection for Olivia, growing disunit from bitstreal
mother.
It turned out that the white moonlight he had never spoken of, he had never forgotten.
Fortunately, soon, none of this would matter to her.
The Carter family only bound her for six years, and now that the child had been born, she couth mally
leave.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she turned her gaze back to the car. The sex moment, she struck speeding toward her, out of control.
There were several crashing sounds.
“Bang!”
The moment she felt weightlessness, her forehead slammed into the hard car seah, and pulih tissuilted her
consciousness.
Isabella’s vision went black, and she lost consciousness.
When she woke up, the pure white ceiling and the sharp smell of disinfectant reminded then whence she was. The nurse who came to check on her saw she was awake and asked for some basic inferation before exclaiming.
“You’re really lucky. You only have a slight concussion. The pile up accident on Binal Road sent over à
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dozen patients, and you’re the only one who survived.”
The nurse checked her condition and sighed in relief. “There’s no major issue. We’ll contact your family to sign some paperwork, and you can leave once it’s done.”
She struggled to sit up, still shaken from the fear of almost dying.
After a long pause, she nodded, sitting up to grab her phone and dialed Alexander’s number.
The phone kept ringing, but no one answered. Eventually, he hung up, perhaps tired of the calls.
One call, two calls, three calls…
Isabella called more than ten times, but there was no response.
She lowered her gaze and dialed another number–her son Benjamin Carter’s.
Time passed, and the phone was repeatedly hung up. Finally, a message popped up on the screen.
“Can you stop bothering me? I have important things to do. By the way, make some chicken soup at
home.”
The impatient tone and commanding attitude–if it weren’t for the fact that he was her son, one might not
believe it.
Outside the room, a nurse passed by in the corridor, and their conversation drifted in.
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