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Chapter 167
Wendy’s eyes sparkled. “A man like that… is truly irresistible.”
Meanwhile, Hera clung tightly to Nash, overcome with emotion. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she whispered, “Nash… why are you so good to me?”
Before Nash entered her life, she had been little more than an afterthought in her family. She was overlooked, her presence insignificant. It wasn’t until Nash came to fulfill the marriage contract that her position in the Lewis family began to change. Helena had rejected him—and so Hera stepped forward in her place.
Later, when Grandpa lost his memory, his favor shifted back to Helena’s family, once again casting Hera’s family into the shadows.
But today… everything changed.
Because of Nash, their relatives could no longer mock them. Helena’s family had no grounds to belittle or provoke them. Grandpa and Uncle Cain were now fully invested in supporting Baroque’s rise.
Everything—the dignity, the respect, the hope for a better future—had come from Nash.
And yet, he never once made her feel uncomfortable or pressured. Even when they slept side by side, he remained respectful, never crossing boundaries.
“You’re my fiancée,” Nash said, wrapping his arms around her, his voice steady and gentle. “If I’m not good to you, then who else should I be good to?”
Before the moment could grow too tender, Skadi strolled over and wedged herself between them. “Alright, enough with the lovey-dovey nonsense. Let’s get this beast of a machine to the company already!”
Flustered, Hera lowered her head, cheeks glowing with embarrassment. Only now did she realize they were still surrounded by people.
Lauren approached, smiling. “Hera, Nashy, you two head back first. Your dad and I will take care of the equipment.”
Hera had drunk a bit of wine, and Lauren, in her motherly wisdom, saw an opportunity for the couple to grow closer.
Soon, Hera’s classmates and relatives began saying their goodbyes. The birthday celebration wound down, and the crowd gradually dispersed into the night.
Skadi and Bianca exchanged a glance and wisely chose not to tag along, leaving Nash and Hera in peace.
The couple strolled hand-in-hand beneath the soft glow of the streetlamps, their shadows weaving together on the quiet pavement.
Meanwhile, at Jonford Central Hospital’s intensive care unit, Walter stood silently beside his wife’s bed.
Sweedy Joe lay still, staring blankly at the ceiling, her eyes dull and lifeless.
Walter’s voice was low, filled with regret. “Sweedy… I know you still resent me, but that secret is too dangerous. If it ever got out, it would destroy the entire Watson family.”
He paused, guilt weighing heavily on him. “To protect it… I should’ve silenced you forever. But we’re husband and wife. I couldn’t do it.”
Three years ago, he and Howard had gotten drunk. In their loosened state, they’d revealed secrets that should have stayed buried.
Unbeknownst to them, Sweedy—who was supposed to be overseas—had overheard everything.
To ensure her silence, he had used the Longhorn.
Sweedy’s hoarse voice broke the silence. “Then why did you wake me up?”
Before Walter could reply, she added, “And… what does the Young family have to do with you?”
Walter sighed deeply. “The moment I used the Longhorn, I regretted it. I should have trusted you. I searched for years to find someone who could undo it… until recently, when I met a miracle doctor.”
He hesitated before continuing. “As for the Young family… that’s not my doing. When Howard asked to borrow my men, I had no idea he was targeting the Youngs.”
Twenty years ago, both the Watsons and the Lanes had been third-rate families. Back then, the Green Bamboo Association was at its most powerful, and Howard—its ninth head—was feared by even the elite families.
When he asked for men, how could Walter refuse?
Sweedy closed her eyes. Her voice was cold and firm. “Unless you plan to lock me away forever, I’ll tell the world the truth.”
Her sister, Shanty Jow, had married into the Young family.
The fire that claimed her life two decades ago was always said to be an accident.
But three years ago, Sweedy had overheard something that turned her world upside down—proof that the tragedy had been no accident.
Walter’s face twisted with frustration. “Are you trying to bring down the entire Watson family? Your sister has been dead for more than twenty years. Are you going to throw everything away for a corpse?”
Sweedy opened her eyes, staring at him with unshakable resolve. “She was my sister. And what you all did… I can’t stay silent any longer.”
The storm of the past was beginning to rise once more. And this time, silence would no longer be an option.