NovelEnglishOnline forums were buzzing with a mix of opinions.
[Jeez, that’s going too far. Can you believe it?] [It's like boys are precious gems, and girls are just pocket change.] [The child of the mistress is no brother by blood. Only a fool would donate a kidney.] [Looks like the cheating husband and his mistress got their comeuppance. There's justice in the world, after all.] [That girl is no angel, either, pushing her stepmom down the stairs, causing a miscarriage.] [With the son gone, the daughter's the sole heir. She's not donating. She's set to inherit it all.] Comments from netizens ranged from ones of principle to the downright vile, with a broad spectrum of ethics and morals.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWilliam shook his head and sighed. "Can't believe what happened to Marianne. Her dad and grandma are just cruel." Skyler clenched his fists. "Those online trolls with twisted values are even worse. We, Sky-Will, need to take a stand against this online filth. The inteisn't lawless." "Exactly," William agreed, nodding like a pecking hen. "We, Sky-Will, will manage Reaper's Stamp from now on." "Then let's call it the Sky-Will Stamp." "Cool." Arnold chuckled, thinking it was just kids playing make-believe. "Grown-up stuff is for grown-ups to handle. Finish up your snacks and take Nova to play inside. The sun's too strong right now, not good for the skin." After polishing off the treats on their plates, William and Skyler wheeled the baby carriage into the cool of the air- conditioned living room.
Worried that Nova might catch a chill, William tenderly draped a little blanket over her.
Nova, fighting off sleep, yawned and then surrendered to her dreams.
William and Skyler pulled out a chessboard and began to play. Kane had taught them, and they were keen to practice before challenging their mentor.
Lisa sipped her juice and glanced at Arnold. "You don't mindbringing Nova over, do you? | think she wants to spend twith little kids." Arnold shrugged. "It's good for the siblings to bond." Rubbing her hands together, Lisa said, "I'm thinking about returning to work when Nova's a bit older. | studied fashion design and want to start my studio." "Do what you want. You don't need to ask for my permission," Arnold responded casually.
Lisa smiled. "I'm not asking for permission. Everyone knows Arnold rules the fashion world. | hope you can givestips so my stucan thrive." Arnold's lips curved in a half-smile. "Sure, I'll give you spointers when the tcomes." Lisa's smile brightened, hoping this was the start of a thawing relationship.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBack at the Stirling Mansion, Aurelia settled onto the sofa after work, tuning in to the latest news about Marianne.
"Ugh, cheating scumbags are the root of all domestic evil." Leopold playfully rubbed her head, careful not to beccollateral damage. "Don't worry, love, I'm a one- woman man." "Cut it out. You're just a reformed bad boy. And for the record, I'm your ex-wife, not your wife." She would not let his good looks smooth over everything.
Leopold sighed inwardly. "Honey, let's not dwell on the past. We've got to look forward." Aurelia's eyes narrowed, her smile tinged with sarcasm. "All | can see ahead is fog. Nothing but whiteout conditions." He grinned."No worries. I'll clear the fog for you, my love." Aurelia held up her slender finger, bare, devoid of any ring. "I'm single. You remember? You are not my husband." She had the unique and priceless ruby engagement ring but locked it in a safe, never to grace her finger again. It just brought too much pain.
Leopold reached for her hand. "We'll remarry next month." She glanced at him and grumbled in a flirtatious manner, "One shouldn't return to past mistakes. | don't want to remarry. Being single is pretty good."
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