At that moment, I lost all sense of reason. I lunged forward like a madwoman, shoving Kimberley aside and snatching my phone back.

Kimberley let out a sharp scream and fell into Daniel's arms. "Mr. Carter! Maggie pushed me!"

Daniel slammed his hand on the table and stood, roaring, "Margaret, what is wrong with you? Apologize to Kimmy right now!"

I didn't have time to deal with him. I called the hospital back, my hands shaking.

The doctor's anxious voice rang through the phone. "Ms. Sinclair, why did it take you so long to answer? Your mother has gone into acute heart failure. If she doesn't go into surgery immediately, she won't make it!

"The surgical fees must be paid immediately. If the money isn't received within five minutes, there's nothing more we can do!"

When I heard the five-minute deadline, I looked up at Daniel and said, "Daniel, sign the approval."

My voice trembled, yet I forced myself to stand upright.

Daniel glanced at Kimberley's red, swollen elbow, then let out a cold laugh. "So now you're begging me, are you? Weren't you pretty arrogant when you shoved her just now? Get on your knees."

He pointed to the carpet at his feet. "Kneel and apologize to Kimmy, then I'll sign."

A deathly silence filled the private room while Mr. Ashford lit a cigarette, watching the drama unfold. Kimberley nestled against Daniel, staring at me smugly.

The seconds ticked away. Mom's life hung in the balance on the operating table, while the man I had loved for five years used it to control me, forcing me to kneel before his mistress.

I looked at Daniel's familiar features and suddenly felt as if I were staring at a complete stranger.

On a snowy day five years ago, he had drunk so much to secure an investment that his stomach bled, leaving him with a raging fever in our rented apartment. I carried him on my back, stumbling through deep snow for two miles to get him to the hospital.

When he woke up that day, he held me and cried, swearing that he would rather die than betray me. It turned out that promises were truly the cheapest things in this world.

I whispered his name. "Daniel, you'll get what's coming for you."

After saying that, I turned and ran.

Daniel's furious shout came from behind me. "Don't you dare leave! If you walk out, the money's gone! Let's see how you'll save that old woman then!"

I burst out of the hotel and hailed a cab. "Central City Hospital! Hurry!"

In the car, the radio was broadcasting an interview about Daniel's startup. The host asked him who he was most grateful to.

Daniel's voice was confident and warm as he said, "I'm grateful to myself for never giving up. I also appreciate the woman by my side now; she's given me new inspiration."

He didn't mention me at all. I turned off the radio, and the tears I'd been holding back finally fell.

Upon arriving at the hospital, I ran to the payment counter like a maniac, but the balance in my account was nowhere near enough. Just as I fell into despair and prepared to turn to loan sharks, a nurse stopped me. "Ms. Sinclair? Your mother's surgery has already begun."

I froze. "Who paid for it?"

"A man with the last name Kane. He prepaid 500 thousand dollars in one lump sum."

Kane? Before I could process it, my phone buzzed.

It was a message from Daniel with a photo of him and Kimberley in bed together at a hotel. It read, "Come back and admit you were wrong, and I'll drop this. Don't force me to blacklist you."

Looking at the tangled bodies in the photo, I felt utterly unmoved, even disgusted. I deleted the photos of us I'd kept for five years and blocked Daniel's number.

I turned away, neither returning to the office nor going home. Instead, I headed to the central business district on the other side of the city, to the office tower of Daniel's rival, Victor Kane.

In the top-floor office, Victor stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand. When he saw me walk in, he showed no surprise. "Ms. Sinclair, welcome aboard. I'll cover the penalty, and I'll take care of your revenge."

His gaze was deep and unreadable.

I accepted the drink he offered and clinked my glass against his. "Mr. Kane, here's to a successful partnership."

The next day, I went back to the office to gather my belongings. As soon as I stepped inside, cheers rang out. The company was holding its annual party, with colorful streamers draped everywhere and champagne towers stacked high.

Daniel stood on the stage, his face flushed with excitement. "Today, I have two pieces of wonderful news to announce. First, we secured the massive contract from Mr. Ashford!

"Second, given Kimberley's exceptional performance, I've decided to bypass standard protocol and promote her to Sales Director, taking over Margaret's position!"

The room erupted in shock. Everyone knew I was the one who had worked tirelessly to close the deal with Mr. Ashford. Kimberley had only shown up and signed her name.

The senior employees exchanged glances, yet no one dared to speak up. After all, nobody wanted to cross the boss during such a moment.

Kimberley walked onto the stage in a red haute couture gown, carrying herself like a proud peacock. She took the microphone, her eyes sweeping over me with a provocative glare as I stood by the door.

"Thank you for your trust, Mr. Carter, and thanks to Maggie for her… 'guidance'. Even though Maggie is getting older and can't keep up with the company's pace, I'll lead everyone to even greater success," Kimberley said.

Daniel frowned when he spotted me, but his expression quickly relaxed. He assumed that I had returned to beg for mercy. After all, Mom was still undergoing emergency treatment since yesterday, and nobody but him could come up with that much money.

Daniel beckoned me over like a trainer calling a dog. "Margaret, you're here. Since you've arrived, don't just stand there. Come and offer Kimberley a toast, and I'll overlook yesterday's behavior. You've lost your role as a director, but you can still be Kimberley's assistant and support her."

I clutched my cardboard box and walked toward them. Kimberley approached me with two glasses of wine, trembling with laughter. "Maggie, we'll be partners from now on. You'll have to show me the ropes."

As she spoke, she flicked her wrist, sending a full glass of red wine spilling onto my newly bought white suit. The crimson liquid soaked into my collar, leaving me utterly humiliated.

Kimberley covered her mouth with an exaggerated gasp. "Oh no! Maggie, my hand slipped. You won't blame me, right?"

Daniel's brow furrowed, but he wasn't scolding her; instead, he looked at me with impatience. "It's just an outfit. Don't ruin the mood for everyone. Hurry up and clean yourself off. Apologize to Kimberley, and we'll put this whole thing behind us."

Whispers broke out among the onlookers. Everyone waited for me to explode or break down in tears.

I did neither of those things. I pulled out a tissue and calmly wiped the liquid from my face. Then, I smiled. My grin was even more radiant than Kimberley's. "Mr. Carter, you're right."

I tossed the tissue into the trash, my tone incredibly gentle as I said, "I should apologize. After all, I can't feel at ease if certain gifts aren't delivered."

Daniel sighed in relief, convinced that I had finally accepted my fate. "That's more like it. Margaret, you've always been the sensible one."

I walked straight to the stage and picked up the microphone. Daniel thought I was about to make a public apology and had even thoughtfully asked someone to turn up the volume. I looked at the despicable couple below the stage and pressed the button to play.

What came through the speakers wasn't my apology, but a high-pitched, feminine voice. "Mr. Ashford, I've already made my bottom line clear. As long as you sign the contract, I'll return every single cent of that 10% kickback to you.

"Oh, please, that idiot Mr. Carter doesn't know anything. I've already balanced the books…"