Chapter 1830


    Morrison jerked his head up to meet his gaze, then nced at his phone.


    “Your timing is impable."


    Riley shed a goofy grin, “Congrats, Mr. Witt."


    Morrison arched an eyebrow, "Congrats on what?"


    With a blink, Riley chirped, "Congrattions on clearing up the misunderstanding with your wife. I


    am sure the two of you will live happily ever after’


    How could that be! Lookat her, did she look like she loved him?


    She must''ve taken him for granted the moment she had him. He put his heart on the line, and she


    just did not treasure him.


    The more he stewed, the more aggrieved and angry he felt, giving Riley a frosty look as he said


    coldly, “You know what day is December 22nd?"


    Riley paused for a beat before quickly replying with a smile, "Of course, it is your birthday."


    The boss’ big day? He had to know it — it was critical.


    He thought his quick response would showcase his loyalty and maybe earn him some praise, but


    instead ofmendations, Morrison''s expression became increasingly unpleasant.


    “That damn woman, even my assistant knows, yet she doesn''t. Hmph, figures. It''s not the first time


    she''s stood me up. Love, huh? Doesn''t even know my birthday. Liar..."


    Riley was bbergasted. What on earth was going on? Had Mr. Witt been turned daft from his


    hospital stay?


    All this nagging and fussing, wasn''t it just like a disgruntled woman?


    The handsome man looked so ridiculous, sitting alone on the hospital bed, but Riley dared not ask;


    he just stared, dumbfounded.


    Morrison kept mumbling away, his face turning sourer by the minute, until he suddenly spoke up


    with a heavy tone, "Arrange it. On December 22nd, I want a birthday bash!"


    Riley grimaced, mouth twisting as his features scrunched together in barely concealed chuckle.


    What was a man pushing thirty doing, throwing himself a birthday party?


    “Spread the word! Nothing too borate. Just a quick trend on social media oughta do"


    Riley was speechless. A social media trend, and he called that not too borate? Something was


    seriously off with Mr. Witt. Seemed like it was time to n for awsuit against the hospital. A


    perfectly normal person, just a few days in the hospital, suddenly underwent a drastic change in


    temperament. It was really worth looking into.


    “Did you get that?"


    The ominous tone made Riley shiver, and he quickly replied, "Yes, Mr. Witt, I got it."


    With that, he turned to leave, reaching the door when Morrison called out again.


    “Wait a second"


    Riley''s steps halted in an instant. Turning around, he asked, puzzled, “Anything else, Mr. Witt?"


    Morrison stood up from the bed, his brow furrowed, eyeing him, "How did you know about Rose and


    me making up?"


    Something had felt off right from the start, and it finally clicked.


    Last night, it had just been him and Rose; no third party could''ve known what happened. How did


    an outsider like Riley find out about their reconciled affections?


    Riley''s eyes flickered, "Well,st night..."


    Morrison red, “When?" He better not have been eavesdropping in the middle of the night.


    Riley innocently exined, "Last night, while you were in Mona’s room..."


    Morrison''s frown deepened.


    “We were just outside the door when you talked with Mona. We heard everything quite clearly. You


    and Mrs. Witt haven''t reconciled?"


    Morrison''s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing, "What are you saying?"


    Riley: "Huh?"


    “You''re saying you and Rose were outside Mona''s roomst night, and you overheard our


    conversation?"


    Riley nodded, "Yeah. Didn''t you ask us to wait at the door? We didn''t mean to overhear.


    Morrison pressed on, "When did Rose leave?"


    Riley''s face twisted awkwardly, unsure how to respond, and said vaguely: “She heard everything


    before leaving, just a minute or two before you came out.


    Morrison fell silent, standing still, his gaze introspective. After a long moment, he let out a cold


    laugh, a clenched-teeth whisper breaking the silence, "That damn woman, ying me for a fool!"


    Riley shuddered. Mr. Witt like this was downright scary. What on earth was wrong between these


    two?


    Last night Rose had heard Mr. Witt''s heartfelt confession, yet their rtionship still seemed on the


    rocks.


    Riley pondered without a clue, and only one thought crossed his mind— What the hell''s all this fuss


    about?!


    “Anything else?"


    “No, just remember the birthday party."


    “Will do."


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    Riley stepped out, the door closing behind him.


    Morrison remained, his face tight and lips pressed in silence. A blush spread from his ears, a clear


    sign of his turmoil.


    Damn it!


    Morrison rubbed his burning ears, sat on the bed, and then rubbed his face hard. Now thinking


    back, every word Rose said to himst night was a trap.


    Including his own mother, who came the next day to trick him further, these women werepletely


    outrageous.


    They had yed him like a fiddle. And he had yed along wlessly. He''d beenpletely taken


    for a ride.


    Morrison lifted his head from his hands, his brow furrowed in thought. So, did Rose really not know


    his birthday, or was it all an act? It all came full circle,nding squarely back on that one niggling


    issue.


    Well, he was going to settle this score once and for all.


    Riley acted swiftly, and the address for the birthday banquet was quickly settled. Almost


    immediately, it became a trending topic.


    Yeah. It was indeed pretty low-key.


    Yet this trending topic seemed to drop from the sky, awkwardly out of the blue. Even if he was the


    formidable head of the Witt family in R City. His tendency to keep a low profile made this sudden


    ssh a bit hard to swallow for some.


    [Isn''t this trend marketing a bit too embarrassing?]


    [Does he have to make such a big deal about a birthday? Wasn''t he always low-key before?]


    (Well, the setup does seem grand. Guess all of R City’s elite will be there to join the party. No


    wonder it made the trending list.]


    [He used to be discreet, but this sudden showiness feels a bit off. I mean, a grown man in histe


    twenties throwing a birthday party like this?]


    [Feels like some fancy-pants tycoon throwing a fit like a little princess, haha, why do I find it kinda


    cute?]


    [If the guy''s got the cash, why shouldn''t he celebrate his birthday? Since when are birthday parties


    exclusive to girls? Can’t men celebrate their birthdays too?]


    The whole affair was the talk of the town, especially since the protagonist of the trending topic was


    from R City, making the locals particrly interested.


    Anyone with even the slightest connection to Morrison was chattering excitedly.


    At Spotlight Beauty, being the protagonist''s wife''s employees, they were naturally caught up in the


    buzz.


    The speed of the inte was an unstoppable force. Rose couldn''t possibly be unaware of it. At


    first, she doubted the rumors, but after checking the trending list herseif, she could only sigh in


    resignation.


    It was true.


    The trending topic was awkwardly parachuted in, and it was embarrassing to say the least.


    Her assistants had just finished discussing the details for the uingunch event when


    concerns were raised due to this unexpected turn of events.


    “Mrs. Witt, with Mr. Witt throwing such a high-profile birthday party on the same day as our product


    launch, it’s bound to steal our thunder,’ one of them fretted.


    “We thought we had a clear shot at capturing the spotlight this time, but we didn’t expect to sh


    with Mr. Witt''s birthday."


    “It shouldn''t matter too much, should it? Our Winston''s influence is not to be underestimated, right?!


    How much impact can a birthday party have? We''reunching a new product, and it''s backed by the


    world-renowned perfumer Star''s award-winning creation. It''s globally recognized. There’s no major


    conflict"


    “A minor impact is still an impact. We obviously don’t want to lose any customers. Maybe, Mrs. Witt,


    since you''ll be celebrating Mr. Witt''s birthday anyway, why not invite him to make an appearance at


    our event? Two birds, one stone, and it might even draw more attention, right?!"


    “That''s actually a brilliant idea"


    The assistants were all in agreement, seeing this as an opportunity rather than a problem,


    potentially adding even more luster to their event.


    Rose nced at the trending list that had been stubbornly high all morning, her expression souring


    slightly.


    Did they make sense? Of course, they had a point, and it was probably the best strategy.


    But could Morrison, with his cunning mind, not have thought of that himself?


    Buying a trending spot? It was clearly meant to remind her of what day it was, wasn''t it?


    As for throwing avish birthday party, it was nothing but a ploy to make her cave and dutifully


    celebrate his birthday with him. It was just a birthday. Did he really need to beat around the bush to


    remind her?


    Since when did he care so much whether she''d join him for his birthday?


    “We''ll see when the timees. His party is bound to be packed, and I doubt he''ll be able to slip


    away. As for the potential impact, let''s not worry about it.


    We just need to focus on our own event,” she decided.


    “But Mrs. Witt, aren''t you going to attend Mr. Witt''s birthday?"


    Rose flipped through the papers in her hand without looking up and vaguely replied, “There''s a


    scheduling conflict."


    The assistants fell silent. Across R City, everyone knew there was a certain unspoken tension


    between Mrs. Witt and Mr. Witt. Rose''s role as Morrison''s wife was indeed awkward, and maybe Mr.


    Witt''s sudden urge to throw a grand birthday bash was just to throw a wrench in theirunch event.


    Rose could sense their veiled unease and, out of habit, chose not to engage, pretending to be


    oblivious.


    Meanwhile, in P City, Chloe, lounging in the living room, chuckled softly as she scrolled through the


    trending news online.


    As people had mentioned, the trending topic was fraught with awkwardness.


    Couldn''t get more deliberate than this.


    However, Rose unexpectedly scheduled the productunch on Morrison''s birthday. Was that


    unintentional or deliberate?


    Chloe figured it was intentional.


    Back in the day, what did Morrison''s birthday have to do with Rose? Rather than sitting at home lost


    in thought, better to keep busy, forget everything, and avoid mulling over distressing matters.


    But deploying the bomb named Winston had certainly made an impression.


    Morrison was indeed the type who required "special treatment.” She just hadn''t expected him to


    resort to such childish tactics.


    Alyssa and Elizabeth returned from their walk and, seeing Chloe giggling to herself on the sofa,


    asked with a smile, “What''s so funny?"


    Chloe sat up a bit straighter and said inly, "I''m just happy for Rose. Looks like Morrison will be


    thoroughly ‘tamed’ by her soon enough"


    She used the word “tamed” with a distinctly unfriendly undertone. After all the years of him messing


    with Rose, in her eyes, he didn''t even count as a person anymore.


    Elizabeth''s eyes lit up with interest, “What happened?"


    Chloe chuckled, "Rose is about to divorce Morrison, and now he''s in a total panic.’ What followed


    was the "intel" she had gathered from Winston.


    Elizabeth and Alyssa spent moments shaking their heads in disapproval, asionally tossing in a


    few words of criticism towards Morrison. But in the end, they both pped in unison, praising Rose


    for her strong stance.


    Facing the two endearing elders before her, Chloe''s smile was genuine and heartfelt. Fate had been


    kind to her. When she had lost all trust and fondness for what the word "family" was supposed to


    mean, it was these women who had pulled her back from the brink.


    “Rose can''t just let Morrison off the hook like that. Men like him need to learn their lesson.


    Otherwise, he''ll never truly understand what it means to cherish something. You tell Rose not to


    cave in too easily. She needs to make him sweat a bit."


    "Absolutely, she can''t let it slide. It''s like they all have the same problem: take something for


    granted, and if ites too easy, they''ll cherish it even less.


    She should make him rue the day while he still can. Tell Rose, don''t forgive him too easily.


    Alyssa and Elizabeth echoed each other, their opinionspletely aligned, showing remarkable


    understanding.


    Chloe nodded, joining the "mothers-inw alliance." "Yeah, that''s exactly what I think too."


    Pulling out her phone, she pondered for a moment before logging into her long-dormant chat app.


    Now that she knew Morrison''s state of mind, she could certainly drive him up the wall.