I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Terrence Sterling did not stop anyone; he deliberately let Leyton Sterling take the seal. The seal was fake, and Leyton Sterling simply swapped one fake for another. Last night, Terrence had speculated about what Ethan Channing wanted Leyton to do, and now it seemed clear-it was to take the seal. Terrence could roughly guess what Ethan Channing intended to do with it. He decided to watch and let them fight among themselves.

In the office, Julian brought in a cake, unaware of what had happened. "Leyton, come eat." Leyton Sterling, having obtained the seal, had no interest in the cake. "Julian, I want to go home. This place isn't fun," Leyton whined, tugging at Julian's clothes. Julian couldn't resist and agreed, "Alright, alright, we'll go home. I'll tell your cousin." Leyton was impatient, so Julian asked Linda to inform Terrence later and took Leyton home first.

Meanwhile, Meredith returned home with Little Lucky and handed him over to the nanny before driving to a cemetery. She knew Darcy DuMont must have gone back to Auroraville to visit his mother's grave since he missed the wedding. Sure enough, when Meredith arrived at the cemetery, she found Darcy sleeping in front of his mother's tombstone. It seemed he had spent the entire night there.

Meredith walked over, and Darcy slowly opened his eyes at the sound of footsteps. In his daze, he thought he saw a young Bianca approaching him. "Bianca," he murmured instinctively. Deep affection knows no borders; even after more than twenty years of forgetting, love remains as strong as ever when remembered.

Meredith stood before him and said, "Mr. DuMont." Darcy came back to his senses and focused on her face. Seeing who it was, he quickly sat up. "Meredith." She remained silent as Darcy wiped his face and looked at the tombstone with red eyes. "I never thought our family would reunite like this," he said before lowering his head again, covering his face with his hands in pain.

He wiped away his tears repeatedly and sat cross-legged in front of the tombstone, crying uncontrollably in front of Meredith-a man in his fifties sobbing like a child. "I once thought that when your mother was discharged from the hospital, I would take you both back to France. But until she passed away, I couldn't take her back." Looking at Meredith, he said, "Meredith, I'm sorry. It's all my fault."

He felt guilty and regretful for remembering too late; if only he'd remembered a few months earlier, he could have seen her one last time. Meredith squatted down and hugged him. "It's not your fault; it's just fate. In this lifetime, finding my mother and you is already very fortunate."

Darcy held Meredith tightly-his daughter whom he hadn't held since she was born over twenty years ago. "I'm sorry I missed your growing up," he said tearfully.

Darcy couldn't make up for Bianca but vowed to make it up to Meredith by making her the most honored princess in French royalty. Meredith didn't blame anyone; what's done is done, and blaming wouldn't help.

If her father hadn't been searching for her back then, he wouldn't have had the car accident. If anyone were to blame, it would be Chloe for her jealousy that tore their family apart.

"Father, let me take you back-to where Mother used to live," Meredith said as she helped Darcy up. If she hadn't come, he might have stayed there indefinitely.

The word "Father" brought tears to Darcy's eyes again. Hearing about going back to where Bianca lived made him willing to leave.

Meredith brought Darcy back to the Chaucer family home. Time had changed many things; even though Darcy had lived there before, much had changed over the years.

Mrs. Lawson saw Meredith bringing an older foreign man home and curiously asked, "Madam, who is this?"

"My father," Meredith replied. "Mrs. Lawson, this is Mr. DuMont."

"Mr. DuMont is still alive?" Mrs. Lawson was shocked. "Your mother waited half her life for Mr. DuMont but never got to see him again before she died."

Mrs. Lawson's words made Darcy feel even more sorrowful.

"Father," Meredith said gently, "Mother's room is upstairs-the second door on the left."

This time she didn't accompany him; she knew he needed space alone.

Darcy nodded and went upstairs.

After he left, Meredith suddenly remembered something and asked Mrs. Lawson: "Mrs. Lawson, you mentioned that Joy Chaucer once cooked for my mother-did Chloe ever eat that food?"