Emma Hart felt a profound sense of guilt. Even though Damien Sterling seemed indifferent to the money, she knew it was hard-earned.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Emma Hart's voice carried a hint of frustration. It was her grandmother's mistake, and it shouldn't be Damien Sterling's burden to bear.
Damien Sterling, unfazed, continued sipping his soup and responded, "You're sick, you need to rest. Let me handle these worries."
"But!" Emma Hart wanted to argue, but words failed her. It was her grandmother, after all—a bottomless pit of trouble that shouldn't trouble Damien Sterling.
"Emma, what is our relationship?" Damien Sterling asked.
"Husband... and wife," Emma Hart blushed as she said the words. She had never imagined herself being the woman of Damien Sterling, the man who ruled Sterling Group in City A.
