Upon hearing Horace's words, Jenks Tong looked towards the woman and smiled.
Then, he said with pleasure, "You're Cassandra Qin. Am I right?"
Cassandra had tried to hide her face by lowering her head and letting her hair cover her face, from the
second the old man entered the room. She didn't want him to notice her.
However, her efforts failed, as he easily picked her out of the crowd, calling her by name.
With no place to hide anymore, she raised her head and met his gaze. Everyone in the room was
staring at her.
Apparently, he was not surprised to see Cassandra here at all.
She didn't realize that the man had known who she was the day they met.
Anyway, Cassandra put herself together and said, "Nice to meet you, Director Tong."
There was not much to say. The only thing on her mind now was the story she had shared earlier about
the canary and the birdcage. She feared that he would let slip the story.
She shouldn't have worried at all, as Jenks gave nothing away concerning their meeting. Instead, he
went straight to discussing the construction of a new branch of the hospital with Horace.
At the end of their conversation, Jenks praised, "Rufus is a great man. Two days ago, he came to me
and floated an idea for the project and I must say I was impressed. That's why I chose your company."
Hearing the praises heaped on Rufus, Horace smiled with satisfaction. It gave him great joy to hear
someone speak so highly of his son.
Jill, however, wasn't happy about the new development. Two years ago at a dinner party, she
remembered Mrs. Tong agreeing to Lionel taking up the same project.
She wondered why Rufus was getting a deal to which his brother had already committed. Did Horace
find it right to shortchange one son for the other?
If things went on like this, Jill feared Lionel would eventually lose his current position at the Tang Group.
The only consolation she found in the whole arrangement was that Horace still needed Cassandra to
undertake most of the major construction projects, like this one. But then again, Cassandra too would
lose, if Rufus was to be favored against everyone else.
Out of the blue, Lionel cut in, with an unrelated subject. Listening to Horace, he had noticed how
willingly his old man agreed to an arrangement that would unsettle their earlier deal. So Lionel decided
to disrupt their scheme. For now, all that he needed was just something downplay the discussion. If he
could derail their meeting, that would allow him time to plot a come back. He wasn't going to stand on
the fence and watch his brother gain unfair advantage.
"By the way, Father, Cassandra and I are planning to have a child. I wonder if Uncle Jenks could
recommend one of his doctors. Maybe we'ill need some help along the line."
The diversion worked like magic. No one in the room had seen that coming.
Horace burst into laughter at once.
As a fact, he knew that Lionel's marriage to Cassandra was the result of pressure from the two families.
The parents on both sides had their own interests in forcing the marriage. But now, everyone knew that
Cassandra and Lionel did not get along well with each other. Why did Lionel seem to have such a
sudden change of heart?
Something was not adding up. For example, Lionel for the very first time had taken Cassandra to the
hospital. All the other times, when she needed medical attention, he had left it to his parents to take her
to the doctor. But since they came back from the hospital, Lionel seemed to have changed, although
Horace doubted if that was for the better. In particular, the old man had realized the abrupt, almost
make-believe manner of Lionel. 'Why is he suddenly trying to feign affection for Cassandra?' Horace
only hoped that the young man would change for real.
"You should have had a baby earlier. If you did there would be more laughter in this house, and
especially you'd have saved your mother unnecessary stress!"
The old man's reprimanding voice made Jill uncomfortable.
But she agreed. She'd be a happier woman if Lionel had a child. More so, a son - the first grandson of
Horace. That would give Lionel a bigger chunk of inheritance. A big advantage over of his half-brother,
Rufus, who was still unmarried.
Listening to the unexpected talk, Cassandra got very concerned. 'So this is what Lionel didn't want me
know earlier.
A baby? With Lionel?'
That's ridiculous! Cassandra had never even thought of it.
She was sick of his touch, let alone having a baby with him.
Reacting to the unnecessary drama, Rufus clenched his fists in anger, forgetting that he had a wound.
It was Cloris who first noticed the blood on Rufus's gauze and in a panicked voice interrupted the
meeting.
"Rufus! Is your wound bleeding again?" she asked, trembling.
When Cassandra turned to look, she was mortified by the sight of blood soaking through his gauze and
the furious way he clenched the fist.
"That's too much bleeding. Call the driver now. We must send him to the hospital!"
Horace ordered immediately.
"I'll go with him!"
Cloris volunteered.
More anxious than anyone else in the room, Cassandra couldn't turn her eyes away from the red
gauze. Her heart raced, feeling his pain cut through her. But she fought to hide her feelings, especially
with Lionel and Jenks nearby.
The former was suspecting an affair between her and Rufus, while the latter knew her story about the
birdcage.
If she did anything wrong, they would all suspect her intention. So, to keep her emotions in check, she
bit her lip and lowered her head, to avoid looking at Rufus.
After Cloris and Rufus had left the hall, Horace and Jenks's conversation continued for a while before
Jenks took his leave.
Taking advantage of the confusion, Lionel dragged Cassandra to their bedroom.
As soon as he closed the door, Cassandra tightly grasped her neckline.
With an unyielding voice, she cautioned, "Lionel, we are only nominal couple. You can't unilaterally
decide to have a baby. That's not going to happen!"
But with an air of arrogance, Lionel loosened his tie and approached the little woman gradually.
"Haven't you read the Marriage Law?" he asked nonchalantly. "As your husband, I'm legally entitled to
conjugal rights. You know what that means?"
An oppressive aura filled the room, completely surrounding Cassandra. She feared she'd suffocate.
Desperate for an escape route, she looked around the room. She knew that Lionel wouldn't easily
relent.
Somehow, her nervousness moved his heart. On instinct, he wanted to comfort her, and allay her fears.
But when he stretched his hand to stroke her face, she tightly closed her eyes and bit his fingers.
Little had Lionel expected such a strong resistance. He had terribly underestimated her hatred toward
him.
When his hand started to bleed, he stared at the wound in disbelief.
"Cassandra, are you insane? How could you bite me?" he shouted.
But Cassandra didn't mind whatever he thought of her. Unafraid of him, she just stood there and
watched, anticipating his next move.
"Lionel Tang, you're such a jerk!
Do you even remember your promises?" she sneered. 'Did she just call me a jerk?' Lionel thought.
Then he teased, "Don't you forget that we are legally married! As long as we are married, I deserve my
conjugal rights! And by the way, if you have anything against our marriage, you should blame it on your
father. He desperately pleaded with my family for this marriage,"
Lionel said with derision.
After listening to him gloat, Cassandra reminded him, "As you said, our marriage was only meant to
serve the interests of our families. There's absolutely nothing like love between you and me. Why
would you want us to have a kid, whom we all know we'd end up hating? What satisfaction would it
give you, getting a kid whose mother you loath, disparage and mistreat? Would it fulfill you to have a
miserable, neglected child?"
Suddenly, Lionel stood up and walked past her toward the closet. He took out a quilt and threw it to
Cassandra.
Then he pointed at the sofa and said conclusively, "That's where you'll sleep tonight!"
Then, he went to the bathroom.
At the door, just before he went in, he warned without turning to look back, "Don't try to escape, or I'll
sexual assault you right here and now!"
By the tone of his voice, Cassandra knew he wasn't kidding.
'But it looks like I'll be fairly safe if I play along today… Is it because of what I've told him? Have my
words touched him that much?' she wondered.
Weighing her options, she really hoped that Lionel wouldn't change his mind. Out of fear, she wrapped
herself tightly with the quilt, and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
In earnest, she prayed to God that Lionel wouldn't touch her. Not today, or any other day.
Meanwhile, a Rolls-Royce Phantom roared in the evening wind and rain.
On the back seat was Rufus, being driven back to the Tangs' residence from the hospital.
His tightly bandaged hand would probably not be able to bend for a week.
Beside him was an apparently tired Cloris, who had fallen asleep with her head resting on his shoulder.
Rufus watched rain drops falling on the window and sliding down in slow rivulets.
Suddenly his phone rang. An incoming call from Victor, who in a low voice reported, "Well, at least he
didn't force Cassandra to have sex with him.
It seems she's pretty safe at least for now."
Rufus looked at the Cloris who was still asleep, and answered in a low voice as well, "Have someone
to keep monitoring them. If something happens, you know what to do."
Rufus then hung up the phone and heaved a sigh of relief.
'That's a good news but… it can be actually a bad news, ' he thought.
'Why didn't Lionel force her to sleep with him after the announcement? Could he be planning
something else that we can't guess at the moment?'
But no matter what was in Lionel's mind, Rufus would stop him, if he wanted to hurt Cassandra.
What Lionel didn't know was that he was being watched and there was already someone close by to
deter him if he dared touch Cassandra. Right now, on the foliage-covered wall near the window of his
bedroom, a man in all black was lurking in the shadows like Spiderman, watching and ready to strike at
any moment if Lionel crossed the red line.
Just in case something happened, Rufus was well-prepared as always.
Information was an asset in this battle. And on that score, he was ahead of the game.
On this cold night in the late autumn, a hawk-eyed Rufus squinted, waiting for the real storm ahead.
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