Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Hearing this, Natalie managed to guess the outcome. “So Stanley thought that you were the one who leaked the location?”

“Rightfully so. He thought I was the one who told my parents about the whereabouts of his parents. He suspected my parents were the ones who notified their assailants. No matter how much I tried to defend myself, he wouldn’t buy it.”

Joyce covered her face in agony. “Truth be told, when his parents were murdered, the perpetrator actually called my parents. Rushing to the scene, it was already too late. My parents could only find their bodies and there was no sign of the murderer. It so happened that Stanley returned afterward and saw them there.”

Hugging her best friend’s trembling body, Natalie consoled, “I understand the whole situation now. Those who murdered Stanley’s parents in cold blood deliberately called your parents over to cause Stanley to misunderstand. He was purposely made to think that your parents were the ones who murdered them, thus cementing his hate towards you and your family.”

Patting her back comfortingly, Natalie coaxed, “So what happened next? How’s Stanley?”

“Later, Stanley was committed into a mental asylum for three years.” Wiping away her tears, Joyce continued, “He had a mental breakdown upon seeing the corpses of his parents. He almost developed a split personality. Yet, even though the split did not happen, the damage had been done. He became easily susceptible to stress and could not handle any emotional upheavals. Once triggered, he would become extremely maniacal.”

Upon hearing these, Natalie could not help but visualize the Stanley she had witnessed back then. His attitude was almost insane and cranked up to the extreme.

the moment he was discharged

she finally understood the whole story. Her heart felt sympathetic towards Stanley for

her whole body loosened and her mind began to relax. With the weight of her world off her shoulders, she

her sleeping friend with a coat, Natalie

figure-hugging black gown that accentuated her lovely silhouette and drove to Century Hotel to attend Mr.

already packed with

of the designers and attendees whom she

so she could study them back home. Through this, she was confident she would be able

pictures after pictures, a figure suddenly appeared beside her. “When

voice, Natalie accidentally pressed the shutter button with her thumb. The picture turned

phone down and looked to her side, only to see the clean-cut yet apathetic face of a familiar man. Surprised, she asked, “Mr. Shane! Fancy seeing you here. You’re