Patience is not simply the ability to wait - it's how we behave while we're waiting.
Eventually, we learn that life is about learning to dance in the rain. We learn to wait for rescue and
await fulfillment, and sometimes we just find ourselves sitting down, waiting for the storm to pass. The
bittersweet fragrance of roasting coffee beans wafted forth from the counter, adding to the peaceful
ambiance of the elegant but quaint café. Two figures sat on the soft reading chairs by the window, deep
in discussion. The serious vibe from the two was a strange juxtaposition against the otherwise serene
surroundings. The elegantly dressed man who sat on the plush reading chairs steepled his fingers
under his chin, a malicious grin on his face. "This has finally come to an end. I have exhausted all my
efforts to point all the evidences against you, and in the end I was right!" he exclaimed, and smirked in
evil triumph. Across the table, Becky sat deep in thought. Her brows knitted in worry as she came to a
terrible realization. "If Eric and Brian have known what our master has done, considering our loss at the
Parliament - the Yan family will certainly face something worse than death..." the man added.
Becky internally fumed at his words. She scowled at the man, refusing to believe what she just heard.
The situation was getting worse by the minute and at any rate, the deep creases on her forehead
caused by stress would just crinkle further. "Why did you frame me?" she said in an icy tone.
After a small pause, the man's satisfied voice cut into the silence between them. "Because..." in a
sickeningly slow voice and an eerie smile formed on the man's lips, he calmly said, "you haven't given
up Brian, and the Yan Family refuses to be manipulated by the Long Family any longer." His polished
dress shoes made a light tip-tap sound on the floor, seemingly sharing the joy of their owner at the
current situation. He spoke again, "Becky, Dragon Island is a good place, where the Yan Family has
gone through so much just to build a solid foundation. Would you really like to be expelled from the
Island by Eric?"
Truthfully, his words made Becky think twice about everything that was happening. What Eric had said
kept resounding in her ears, and Brian's cold expression before he left her house remained etched on
her mind. She bit her lips in unease, her hands absentmindedly clutching the edge of her seat.
"I will never admit that!" Becky said hotly, balling her hands tightly into fists, color rising in her face. "I
will coordinate with you in everything except that one!" She stood firm in her decision because she
clearly knew that if Brian believed these false accusations against her, their relationship would be
absolutely beyond redemption. There was no way that was happening, and she would make sure of it -
it was too high a price to pay by herself, she thought. At that moment, she truly felt what it was like to
have the world be so unfair.
The man picked up the piping hot cup of coffee on the table, and took a tentative sip. He relaxed a bit
at the strong but zesty flavor. He couldn't even be bothered to hide his glee as he slowly said, "Let's
just wait and see if Brian will believe you or not in the end." The man drank a little more of the coffee
and put his cup down. He leisurely took out his wallet with a satisfied little smile on his face, plucked a
big bill from it, and slid it across the table. "Becky, our master has made the arrangement for more than
a dozen years. How could you ruin all this?" He said in a chastising tone as he stood up to fix his coat
and leave. The corners of his mouth then pulled into a grim smile, his eyes sneering at her in mock pity.
He then headed for the café's doors and left.
Becky sat there stiffly, looking at the forgotten cup of coffee but her mind was blank. She clenched her
fists so tightly that her nails dug crescent-shaped imprints on her palm, the skin getting raw and pink
but she didn't seem to care. It wasn't until now that she realized she had been no more than a pawn,
soon to be discarded after used. She bowed her head to hide her shame-filled eyes and sighed quietly
in distress.
The steady hum of the air-conditioning unit was the only sound that filled the pristine white walls of the
hospital suite. Two men quietly waited for the woman lying on the hospital bed to awake. "Mr. Brian
Long," Tony said lightly after glancing at Molly who was still unconscious, "the poisoner has been
determined."
"Who?" Brian turned to Tony and asked in a low, emotionless voice.
Tony paused for a moment before saying, "Miss Yan!"
A frown settled on Brian's face upon hearing what Tony just said. His deep black eyes turned to look at
his companion and he asked, "Is that verified?"
"Yes!" Tony answered seriously. "Just as Mr. Eric Long's conclusion to this incident, the vitamin C in
that orange juice was provided by Miss Yan..."
What Tony said made Brian's vision darker, his deep orbs even blacker than possible. He suddenly
looked to the sickbed out of instinct. Molly was now awake, looking at him with sleepy half-lidded eyes.
His brows furrowed slightly.
On the sickbed, Molly was calmer than she thought she would be. The white sheets rumpled as she
adjusted her legs slightly. She just looked at Brian, but when he looked at her she turned her head to
the side, a sneer evident on her face.
Brian's brows furrowed even more. Beside him, Tony slightly scowled to himself. He could already
sense the heat and anger emanating from Brian's body, and things weren't looking too good.
"Mol..." Brian's voice broke the silence, his tone soft when he saw that Molly wanted to get up.
Molly gripped the edges of the mattress and quietly got up from the sickbed. She swung her legs over
the sides of the bed and wobbly stood up. She put on the complimentary soft cotton slippers and said
plainly, "I want to see Mark." Then she trudged out of the hospital suite, wincing a little bit in pain. She
felt Brian's intense gaze at her as she neared the door. Her feet felt a little weak, but with gritted teeth
she struggled to walk. She didn't want to show her weakness in front of Brian, especially now.
Brian strove to maintain his composure and control over the situation. His calm exterior faded and his
handsome face was dark with anger.
Tony's voice cut Brian off his reverie. "Mr. Brian Long, how about I make sure if the information I got
was correct?" Tony asked curiously, breaking Brian from his train of thought.
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