Chapter 391
Ana followed Keith upstairs. “Who are you calling crazy? Listen, Keith. Do you think this family could live peacefully without me?”
“Peaceful? Do you think we are at peace right now? Look at yourself. Who are you trying to impress with that image?” Keith shouted back.
Their heated argument upstairs silenced everyone in the living room.
Olivia, unsure of what would come next, felt a tug at her heart, her emotions growing increasingly sensitive.
At the hospital, Naomi lay weakly in bed, surrounded by Hillary, a nurse, and Darren. Anxiety filled the room, but Naomi’s gaze remained fixed on the person beside her—Tyler.
Darren held Hillary’s hand, exchanged a look with her, and quietly suggested, “Let’s go outside.”
Understanding they needed some space, Hillary left with Darren, giving Naomi and Tyler the room to speak privately.
Naomi lowered her eyes and said softly, “I don’t care about all this, Tyler. I don’t care how your mother treats me. I just want Olivia to forgive me.”
Tyler replied calmly, “I know. You wouldn’t have come if you truly cared about that. Everything my mother has is because of you.”
Naomi looked up at him, and a moment of deep understanding passed between them.
Tyler continued, “Your acting was really convincing today. Even Ana was fooled.”
Naomi frowned, clutching the blanket tightly. “I just want Olivia’s forgiveness. I don’t want to lose her.”
“Do you really care about her?” Tyler asked sharply.
Naomi’s eyes filled with tears as she looked at him.
Tyler stared into her eyes and said, “We’ve been together for so many years, Naomi. I know everything that’s going on in your mind. We’re like mirrors to each other—do you think I can’t see through you?”
Naomi looked ashamed, caught in the truth.
Tyler added, “I let you win—not because of your acting but because of the years we’ve shared. I hope you know when to stop.”
Naomi closed her eyes, her face pale.
Meanwhile, Sophie anxiously monitored the news, worried that her brother would be exposed. Fortunately, the Aarti Group issued a reassuring statement, their stocks surged over the next few days, and the storm eventually passed. Sophie finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Claude was not as worried as Sophie. Instead, he focused on building stronger ties with the board of directors.
Having been away for some time, he needed to forge meaningful connections in Yancey. He viewed Yancey as more than just a bank—his ambition was to transform it into a financial powerhouse.
To begin this transformation, he initiated talks with several major corporations, all eagerly awaiting his return, impressed by his outstanding international financial track record.
Claude was the ideal partner for their future plans.