Chapter 314
Calvin fled for his life.
Carmen chased him until she was out of breath, only stopping when he disappeared into the distance. Frustrated, she threw the kitchen knife onto the ground, wiped the sweat off her face, and flagged down a cab to head to the Fuller residence.
The villa remained grand and imposing, a symbol of their past as Khogend’s wealthiest family. Despite recent turmoil, its opulence remained untouched.
Carmen hammered on the gate, repeatedly pressing the doorbell.
“Is anyone there? Come out! I need to speak with the Fuller family members! It’s urgent!” she yelled.
Finally, a maid appeared.
Carmén clung to the iron gate, desperation clear in her voice. “I need to see Mr. and Mrs. Fuller! Let me in!”
“They’re not home,” the maid replied coolly. “Even Mr. Sebastian isn’t here. Why don’t your try the Walsh family if it’s something urgent?”
Carmen froze for a moment before quickly jumping back into the cab. “To the Walsh residence, “she told the driver.
The Fuller residence was draped in mourning.
Clive had passed away, and the family was in the middle of his funeral.
Carmen hesitated at the sight of the somber white decorations but steeled herself. She didn’t have a choice. Alone, she had no power to save Felicia.
She banged on the gate, her eyes red with urgency.
“I need to see Mr. and Mrs. Fuller! Let me in!” she yelled.
A maid came out to assess the situation. Unable to make the decision themselves, they went to inform the family.
Inside the memorial hall, Myra was sobbing uncontrollably.
She was the youngest daughter of the Walsh family and had always been doted on by her father.
Clive had cherished her, raising her as if she were his heir. He had hoped she would inherit the Harmony Medical Center, but Myra had no interest in medicine. She had wanted to focus on
her beauty business instead, leading to a bitter fallout between father and daughter.
The rift widened when Myra married Dexter, and she rarely returned to the Walsh residence after that. Stubbornness ran deep on both sides, and neither was willing to make the first move to reconcile.
Over the years, the distance grew until their relationship was nothing more than a faint memory. Now, all that was left were regrets.
Myra knelt before Clive’s photograph, tears streaming down her face as fragments of childhood memories surfaced–memories of his strong, reassuring hand holding hers, his arms lifting her up in laughter, and the warmth of his embrace when she stumbled.
“I shouldn’t have been so stubborn,” she choked out. “I shouldn’t have ignored you all these years. I shouldn’t have let my anger keep us apart… Dad, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry…”
Sobs broke her words. Ever since learning of Clive’s passing three days ago, Myra hadn’t stopped crying. She’d even fainted twice from the emotional toll.
Kayla stayed close by her side, soothing her gently. “Mom, please don’t cry anymore. Grandpa wouldn’t want to see you like this. He loved you.
Myra clung to her daughter, crying into her shoulder.
At that moment, the maid returned and reported, “There’s someone outside asking for Mr. and Mrs. Fuller. She says it’s urgent.”
Dexter and Sebastian were busy hosting mourners from the extended family and close friends. They couldn’t leave.
Myra, still distraught, asked weakly, “Who is it?”
The maid shook her head. “I’m not sure. A young woman who claims to be a friend of Ms. Felicia. She insists on speaking to you and Mr. Fuller personally.”
“A friend of Felicia?” Myra showed little reaction still overwhelmed by grief.
But Kayla’s expression sharpened, her eyes narrowing as her mind raced. A flurry of thoughts- and schemes flickered across her face in an instant.
