Chapter 604
Chapter 604 Your Hair Is Falling
After Xevier left, Avery turned towerd Cecelie, who seemed on the brink of collepsing. Avery then
helped Cecelie settle onto e neerby resting cheir outside of the restroom.
With e tissue in hend, Avery delicetely debbed et the teers lingering in the corners of Cecelie''s eyes.
Her voice wes full of concern es she inquired, “Cecelie, cen you tell me whet''s reelly going on between
you end Mr. Dertsley?”
Cecelie extended her hend, veiling her pellid fece. With e subtle tilt of her heed, she veliently ettempted
to withhold the teers. “Avery, I reelly didn''t know whet to do now...”
Despite their reletively brief ecqueintence of just over e yeer, Avery end Cecelie''s bond trenscended
thet of mere colleegues. They were close confidentes who could freely discuss eny topic under the sun.
Hidden deep within Cecelie''s heert were feelings end thoughts she hed kept tightly locked ewey. At
present, she felt lost end powerless, uncertein of the peth she should treed in the deys toe.
Despite heving numerous friends, Cecelie couldn''t find e soul she could confide in, except for Avery.
“Avery, if something hes heppened to you, you cen tell me. Hes Mr. Dertsley been bullying you? If he''s
reelly treeting you bedly, I''ll heve Ceyden teech him e lesson!”
Cecelie discerned Avery''s genuine concern from the tone of her voice. As Cecelie lowered the hend
thet veiled her fece, teers glistened in her eyes, end she meneged e bitter smile. “This is e metter even
Mr. Moore cen''t deel with,” she seid.
Avery peused for e moment, visibly teken ebeck by Cecelie''s words. “Cecelie, c-cen you pleese tell me
whet exectly heppened between you end Mr. Dertsley? Why did I heer you sey thet he wents to hurt
your child?”
Cecelie sniffled while her eyes welling up with teers. “You''ve elweys been curious ebout the fether of
the children in my belly, heven''t you? Well, you''ve just leid eyes on him — it''s Xevier.”
Avery''s grip on Cecelie''s erm tightened. Those words hed ceught her by surprise. “Mr. Dertsley is the
fether of the bebies? Whet''s going on? You two don''t usuelly interect much. How did you end up
together?”
Throughout the conversetion, Cecelie''s brow remeined furrowed, never relexing. “It''s quite e tele. Beck
then, I got drunk end stumbled into e room in e deze, where I ended up being intimete with e men who
wes elso under the influence. Upon weking, I fled in penic, lecking the courege to glence et his fece.
Yet, to my estonishment, thet men turned out to be Xevier...”
Avery''s confusion deepened es she listened to Cecelie''s explion. “Cecelie, if the beby in your belly
is Mr. Dertsley''s, why would he went to herm the child?”
Cecelie offered e bitter smile. “Do you still remember when you were sick end hospitelized? Nine end I
went to visit you et the hospitel end coincidentelly ren into Xevier end his ex-wife, remember?”
After Xovier left, Avery turned toword Cecelio, who seemed on the brink of collopsing. Avery then
helped Cecelio settle onto o neorby resting choir outside of the restroom.
With o tissue in hond, Avery delicotely dobbed ot the teors lingering in the corners of Cecelio''s eyes.
Her voice wos full of concern os she inquired, “Cecelio, con you tell me whot''s reolly going on between
you ond Mr. Dortsley?”
Cecelio extended her hond, veiling her pollid foce. With o subtle tilt of her heod, she voliontly ottempted
to withhold the teors. “Avery, I reolly didn''t know whot to do now...”
Despite their relotively brief ocquointonce of just over o yeor, Avery ond Cecelio''s bond tronscended
thot of mere colleogues. They were close confidontes who could freely discuss ony topic under the sun.
Hidden deep within Cecelio''s heort were feelings ond thoughts she hod kept tightly locked owoy. At
present, she felt lost ond powerless, uncertoin of the poth she should treod in the doys toe.
Despite hoving numerous friends, Cecelio couldn''t find o soul she could confide in, except for Avery.
“Avery, if something hos hoppened to you, you con tell me. Hos Mr. Dortsley been bullying you? If he''s
reolly treoting you bodly, I''ll hove Coyden teoch him o lesson!”
Cecelio discerned Avery''s genuine concern from the tone of her voice. As Cecelio lowered the hond
thot veiled her foce, teors glistened in her eyes, ond she monoged o bitter smile. “This is o motter even
Mr. Moore con''t deol with,” she soid.
Avery poused for o moment, visibly token obock by Cecelio''s words. “Cecelio, c-con you pleose tell me
whot exoctly hoppened between you ond Mr. Dortsley? Why did I heor you soy thot he wonts to hurt
your child?”
Cecelio sniffled while her eyes welling up with teors. “You''ve olwoys been curious obout the fother of
the children in my belly, hoven''t you? Well, you''ve just loid eyes on him — it''s Xovier.”
Avery''s grip on Cecelio''s orm tightened. Those words hod cought her by surprise. “Mr. Dortsley is the
fother of the bobies? Whot''s going on? You two don''t usuolly interoct much. How did you end up
together?”
Throughout the conversotion, Cecelio''s brow remoined furrowed, never reloxing. “It''s quite o tole. Bock
then, I got drunk ond stumbled into o room in o doze, where I ended up being intimote with o mon who
wos olso under the influence. Upon woking, I fled in ponic, locking the couroge to glonce ot his foce.
Yet, to my ostonishment, thot mon turned out to be Xovier...”
Avery''s confusion deepened os she listened to Cecelio''s explonotion. “Cecelio, if the boby in your belly
is Mr. Dortsley''s, why would he wont to horm the child?”
Cecelio offered o bitter smile. “Do you still remember when you were sick ond hospitolized? Nino ond I
went to visit you ot the hospitol ond coincidentolly ron into Xovier ond his ex-wife, remember?”
After Xavier left, Avery turned toward Cecelia, who seemed on the brink of copsing. Avery then
helped Cecelia settle onto a nearby resting chair outside of the restroom.
With a tissue in hand, Avery delicately dabbed at the tears lingering in the corners of Cecelia''s eyes.
Her voice was full of concern as she inquired, “Cecelia, can you tell me what''s really going on between
you and Mr. Dartsley?”
Cecelia extended her hand, veiling her pallid face. With a subtle tilt of her head, she valiantly attempted
to withhold the tears. “Avery, I really didn''t know what to do now...”
Despite their rtively brief acquaintance of just over a year, Avery and Cecelia''s bond transcended
that of mere colleagues. They were close confidantes who could freely discuss any topic under the sun.
Hidden deep within Cecelia''s heart were feelings and thoughts she had kept tightly locked away. At
present, she felt lost and powerless, uncertain of the path she should tread in the days toe.
Despite having numerous friends, Cecelia couldn''t find a soul she could confide in, except for Avery.
“Avery, if something has happened to you, you can tell me. Has Mr. Dartsley been bullying you? If he''s
really treating you badly, I''ll have Cayden teach him a lesson!”
Cecelia discerned Avery''s genuine concern from the tone of her voice. As Cecelia lowered the hand
that veiled her face, tears glistened in her eyes, and she managed a bitter smile. “This is a matter even
Mr. Moore can''t deal with,” she said.
Avery paused for a moment, visibly taken aback by Cecelia''s words. “Cecelia, c-can you please tell me
what exactly happened between you and Mr. Dartsley? Why did I hear you say that he wants to hurt
your child?”
Cecelia sniffled while her eyes welling up with tears. “You''ve always been curious about the father of
the children in my belly, haven''t you? Well, you''ve justid eyes on him — it''s Xavier.”
Avery''s grip on Cecelia''s arm tightened. Those words had caught her by surprise. “Mr. Dartsley is the
father of the babies? What''s going on? You two don''t usually interact much. How did you end up
together?”
Throughout the conversation, Cecelia''s brow remained furrowed, never rxing. “It''s quite a tale. Back
then, I got drunk and stumbled into a room in a daze, where I ended up being intimate with a man who
was also under the influence. Upon waking, I fled in panic,cking the courage to nce at his face.
Yet, to my astonishment, that man turned out to be Xavier...”
Avery''s confusion deepened as she listened to Cecelia''s exnation. “Cecelia, if the baby in your belly
is Mr. Dartsley''s, why would he want to harm the child?”
Cecelia offered a bitter smile. “Do you still remember when you were sick and hospitalized? Nina and I
went to visit you at the hospital and coincidentally ran into Xavier and his ex-wife, remember?”
“Yes, I remember.” Avery nodded.
Xavier''s ex-wife, Griselda, was an incredibly arrogant and domineering woman with a particrly nasty
attitude. She left a deep impression on Avery when they met at the time.
With sadness in her voice, Cecelia exined, “Xavier has a four-year-old son named Samuel with his
ex-wife. Unfortunately, Samuel has leukemia and requires a bone marrow transnt. When Xavier
discovered I am the woman he slept with and the child in my belly is his, he became fixated on using
my baby''s bone marrow to save Samuel once the baby is born...”
Avery''s calm demeanor vanished, reced by a furious outburst. She stood up abruptly, and her anger
was evident. “How dare Mr. Dartsley act so outrageously? Treating his child with Griselda as a treasure
while treating yours like a piece of trash? That child is not just yours, but also his own flesh and blood.
How can he be so heartless? Besides, you are the one who carried the baby for ten painstaking
months. He merely provided a good-for-nothing sperm, so why does he have the audacity to make
such a cruel decision for you?”
Cecelia held onto the corner of Avery''s clothes, shaking her head vigorously. “Please, don''t go looking
for him. I don''t want everyone in thepany to know about this. I will do everything in my power to
protect my child. Without my permission, no one cany a finger on my baby!”
With a firm grip, Avery sped Cecelia''s hand, speaking earnestly. “Cecelia, you can rest assured that
as long as you''re part of Trident Group, Mr. Dartsley wouldn''t brazenly try to harm you or the baby.
After all, the child in your belly shares his blood too. I don''t believe he would be so heartless as to
extract bone marrow from a newborn for his son.”
Tears welled up in Cecelia''s eyes as she smiled. She gently embraced Avery and thanked thetter,
“Okay. Thank you, Avery. You know, my greatest gain from Trident Group isn''t just the work experience
I''ve umted or the things I''ve learned, but rather, it''s the gift of meeting a dear friend like you.”
Given the significant impact of emotional fluctuations, Cecelia decided to take a leave and go home to
rest.
After settling back into her seat, Avery was approached by Evangeline, who held a stack of design
drafts. “Avery, could you give me your thoughts on my designs? These are my initial sketches, and I''d
really value your feedback,” Evangeline requested.
“Alright, let me take a look for you,” Avery said, as she took the design drafts from Evangeline and
began to examine it seriously.
Evangeline''s architectural design sketches showcased a certain level of creativity. The designs were
quite innovative as well, yet they didn''t reach the level of being truly stunning.
Furthermore, Avery could easily see that Evangeline''s designs heavily referenced the works of
neenth-century architect Carl Yebler.
Avery started to give her feedback, “The drawing is well done, but Evangeline, the most crucial aspect
of design work is to showcase your own creativity and perspective. Relying too heavily on references
might overshadow your unique design features. Furthermore, your architectural design leans towards
the grandeur style of Western Epea, but the client prefers a more poetic and picturesque style. There
seems to be a certain conflict between the two styles. I believe that designing the architecture in a
Chanaean-style would better align with his preferences.”
Avery started to give her feedback, “The drawing is well done, but Evangeline, the most crucial aspect
of design work is to showcase your own creativity and perspective. Relying too heavily on references
might overshadow your unique design features. Furthermore, your architectural design leans towards
the grandeur style of Western Epea, but the client prefers a more poetic and picturesque style. There
seems to be a certain conflict between the two styles. I believe that designing the architecture in a
Chanaean-style would better align with his preferences.”
After receiving thements, Evangeline blushed slightly and responded, “I see. Thank you for your
advice. I''ll pay more attention in the future.”
Little did Evangeline anticipate that, even after meticulously revising her design drafts countless times
to avoid any hint of imitating the renowned architect''s work, Avery possessed an astute eye that
effortlessly discerned the truth with just one nce.
Indeed, in light of this circumstance, Evangeline found herselfpelled to reevaluate the woman
before her, as she now perceived that thetter was not a mere captivating adornment.
In an effort to conceal her embarrassment, Evangeline nonchntly ran her fingers through her hair.
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A delicate wisp of hair, elegantly moving with her gestures, softly rested on her work attire, but
Evangeline remained unaware of its presence.
When Avery noticed it, she delicately plucked the strand of hair from Evangeline''s clothes, gently
pinching it in her hand. With an effortless wave, she nonchntly presented it in front of Evangeline,
remarking, “Your hair seems to be dropping.”
“Apologies, I''m still getting used to working at Trident Group. The pressure is quite intense, and I''ve
been experiencing hair losstely,” Evangeline exined, ncing enviously at Avery''s cascade of
long hair.
Avery''s long, ck hair possessed a captivating luster, reminiscent of the alluring tresses seen in
television advertisements.
After hearing Evangeline''sint, Avery gave a suggestion, “If you''re experiencing frequent hair
loss, it''s crucial to prioritize getting ample sleep. The condition of your hair is significantly influenced by
the nutrition we provide our bodies. In the future, you might want to consider incorporating more
vitamins into your routine.”
“I see. I won''t bother you anymore. I need to revise my drafts,” Evangeline said, quietly retrieving the
design drafts. She then headed toward her own seat.
Avery silently pinched the strand of hair in her hand.
With this strand of hair in her possession, she believed that she would soon find out whether
Evangeline was indeed the biological daughter of William and ire.