At the hospital, William was still in emergency care. The doctors said he was at risk of a stroke.
Laura learned everything—slapped Kimberly: “How could you be so stupid!”
Then, ignoring William, dragged her to see doctors.

I waited until William woke.
He raged: “You encouraged this! You beast!”
“Lee Yung, she was so good to you! Why?!”
I sneered: “When Kimberly sold me to a pervert, why didn't you ask her why?”
First time I confronted him directly.
“Yes, I manipulated her! I did it on purpose! I want to destroy her! Make her suffer!”

William's eyes rolled back—he fainted again. Alarms blared.
Doctors and nurses rushed in. I watched coldly—feeling empty, cold wind blowing through.
William was paralyzed, could barely speak.
Windsor was on the brink—now worse. Vultures circled.

Then a William's illegitimate son emerged—Ivy League grad, entered Windsor Corp with William's appointment.
Laura forgot about Kimberly, fought the son for control.
But even now, Kimberly obsessed over Brandon.
Brandon despised her: “Fool!”
Brandon might be a playboy, but in business, he was ruthless.
Rich families had bastards—Harrison had two known ones—but Brandon kept his heir position. Anyone who tried got bitten.
He regretted: “Shouldn't have chosen Kimberly.”
Then joined the Windsor takeover.
Kimberly went mad, chasing me: Why did Brandon lose interest so fast?
I tempted her: “Maybe you're not skilled enough. Need practice?”
I found her experienced partners. Kimberly soon got addicted—forgot all about Brandon.
She became a slave to desire.
The Windsor division ended—only one-third left.
William protected his son's position—cost: divorce from Laura, splitting the already shrunken Windsor nearly in half.
The day William transferred his shares to his son, I mailed him a paternity test report.
Soon, news came—William back in hospital, might not make it.
Laura finally had time for Kimberly—tried to convince her to reverse the surgery. Kimberly refused—even drugged Laura.
After that, Laura gave up on her daughter.
Brandon filed for divorce, but Kimberly refused.
She'd suffered too much for him—she'd drag him down even in death.
Brandon was furious—threats didn't work.
He came to me: “You have leverage, right? If she agrees to divorce, I'll marry you.”
I laughed.
I never wanted to marry into Harrison.
When I saw Kimberly again, she was crawling out of a large metal cage.
She was completely broken.
After five years, I finally had my revenge.
That day, I stood on the hotel rooftop under starry skies—crying, welcoming my new life.