"Oh God, my reputation is ruined! I don't want to live anymore!" Jared sobbed as he tried to get out of bed and rush toward the window. Francesca panicked. "Jared, what are you doing?" Jared shouted, "Fran, don't try to stop me! Just let me jump and end it all! I was supposed to be a medical prodigy, destined to become a renowned medical expert someday. But the humiliating incident today has completely destroyed me. I don't want to live anymore, I just can't…" He continued crying and screaming while breaking free from Francesca's grip and rushing to the window. Francesca turned pale with fear. "Dr. Goddard, Dr. Bozzelli, quick! Stop Jared, hurry!" Malcolm commanded in a stern voice, "Jared, stop right there! Don't do anything stupid, you understand?" However, Thomas just smirked. "So you want to kill yourself because you can't handle a little setback, is that it? Fine, open the window and jump. Do it right now!" Both Francesca and Malcolm were shocked as they stared at Th

Only one day remained until the Grand Medical Summit began. Andrew had nothing left to do but wait calmly for the conference to arrive. "Darling, we'll all be there to cheer you on!" Natasha said cheerfully in the living room of Serenity Villa. Dylan remarked, "I've heard that everyone attending this Grand Medical Summit is quite extraordinary, even top-tier organizations like the Advanced Medical Institute, which usually stays above worldly affairs, are sending representatives." Andrew appeared unfazed and simply asked, "Where's Aspen?" Natasha nodded toward the second floor. "She's hiding in her room and hasn't come out at all." Andrew frowned. "She hasn't come out since yesterday?" Natasha confirmed, "That's right, not since yesterday. But don't worry, she's fine. I've been keeping an eye on her." Andrew stood up and headed upstairs. "I'll go check on her!" Natasha pouted. "Such a princess!" Dylan laughed. "You can't really say that. Aspen comes from an elite famil

At that moment, the sales associate returned carrying a crystal box. Inside was a diamond-carved brooch shaped like a flower bud, absolutely stunning in its beauty. She explained, "Sir, this diamond brooch is the most luxurious item in our store. The price is a bit steep—ten million dollars." Andrew frowned. "Don't you have anything more expensive?" The sales associate wanted to curse, unable to believe that ten million dollars was not expensive enough for Andrew. Nonetheless, she forced a laugh and replied, "Currently, we don't have anything more expensive in this store. If you need something pricier, I can immediately contact Vestra headquarters, or perhaps Holtrien's Chetvine flagship store!" Andrew waved his hand dismissively. "I don't have time to wait, so this brooch will do. Don't bother wrapping it—take it out and put it on this lady." The sales associate looked at Aspen with a complicated expression. Some people really did have different destinies. She already made

Aspen climbed into the car as Andrew was about to leave. Irene shouted, "Andrew, I'm giving you one last chance! If you change your ways and come back to Christie to rekindle your relationship, our family will treat you well. I'll definitely regard you as my son-in-law!" Andrew chuckled dismissively and said, "Please get out of my way. You don't really want me as a son-in-law, do you? What you're actually after is my connections and my money. Unfortunately for you, while you're interested in my money, I'm not interested in you." Irene opened her mouth but could not respond, feeling furious and nearly losing control. Andrew had easily exposed her true intentions, making her feel humiliated. Turning to Christina, Aspen covered her mouth and giggled, "Christie, here's a little secret—Andrew and I have already kissed. How should I put this? We're very compatible! He's given me everything I could want—and a few things I didn't know I needed." After saying this, she ignored Christi

"She's living the life of a rich heiress, like a wealthy socialite!" Judith exclaimed. Through the window, Zephyr and Esther quickly glanced down. They indeed saw their daughter getting out of the Ferrari with shopping bags. She looked radiant, free of any sign of suffering or mistreatment. Zephyr and Esther exchanged surprised glances, both somewhat stunned. This was far different from what they had imagined. Oscar pulled back his gaze, burning with jealousy, and sneered, "Sure, she looks glamorous on the surface, but it's just a show put on for your benefit! I've seen this kind of thing many times—people living miserable lives behind closed doors, but when they meet family, they suddenly act wealthy and fashionable. That Ferrari might even be rented, just to deceive you both!" When Esther heard this, her momentarily relieved heart tensed up again. She asked worriedly, "Zephyr, could it really be as Oscar says?" Zephyr's expression was hesitant, clearly unsure if Oscar's a