However, what Justin said made sense. Who could be happy seeing their house bombed?

Rosalie didn't get mad at Justin. This time, Theodore was to blame.

"I apologize to you on his behalf. I'm sorry," Rosalie said. "Don't worry, I'll compensate you for your house. I'll do it right now-let me write a check for you."

She then pulled out a checkbook from her bag. "10,000 dollars in addition to your house. Give me a figure."

Justin stared at the checkbook in Rosalie's hands and remained silent.

"What's the matter?" she asked, concerned. "Do you feel unwell again?"

Justin shook his head. "No. I just haven't thought about the amount."

Rosalie pondered for a moment before saying, "How about this? I'll send someone to evaluate your house."

Let's talk about money matters next time," Justin

kept her checkbook

and carefully helped Justin on it. Then, she pushed him to the garden in the hospital

the setting sun, a slight breeze blowing up his

on every blade of grass, reflecting their bright and mesmerizing colors. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves, sending

mirror. It was clear, its surface quiet. The entire scene was akin to

his legs with a blanket. "After you recover, you

at her. "Can I ask you

"What is it?"

fancy

stunned for a moment, not expecting him to ask her

said, "Of course. You're great. I'm sure there's

end up hurting her instead? Even if such a woman existed,

worried about your trauma response, you can find a psychologist for it. Whatever

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