Sally stepped backward until she fell onto the couch behind her. Then she pulled out a cigarette from the coffee table, smoked it, and leaned back. Her absentminded gaze swept past every inch of her condominium.

The condominium was bought by Ethan three years ago when he returned during his holiday. He picked all the furniture in the condominium.

Even though he had passed on, she felt as though she could still see his figure from the kitchen to the bedroom.

When her eyes landed on the kitchen, she could see him feeding her a piece of braised pork. When her line of sight arrived in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, she saw him talking to someone on the phone. Then, she saw herself suddenly hugging him from behind and stretching her hands into his clothes. With no other choice, he hung up the call, turned around to hug her, and kissed her passionately...

All those scenes cut through her heart like a knife. It made her feel awful and sad as tears welled in her eyes again.

Over time, his figure slowly disappeared from her sight.


When Genevieve woke up, she stared at the ceiling for a long while.

As scenes of her being thrown from the cruise ship flashed before her eyes, she could still feel the pain in her chest caused by lack of oxygen.

After lying on the bed for a while, she got off and poured herself a cup of water before drinking it.

Steven saw that when he brought breakfast into her room. He placed the breakfast on the dining table and stared at her. “How are you feeling, Mrs. Faulkner?”

“No.” After she finished drinking the water, she approached the dining table. “Did Lucian ask you why I didn't go back last night?”

“I was keeping an eye on you last night. So, I called Mr. Sutton to go to Swallow Garden and tell your children you're so busy that you can't make it back home,” he replied as he took out the breakfast from the bags.

When the smell of oatmeal entered Genevieve's nose, she knew Steven wasn't the one who bought it.

She picked up a spoon to scoop up the oatmeal, but her hand began to shake uncontrollably. It got so bad that she couldn't hold it tightly, causing the oatmeal to fall on the back of her hand.

Steven quickly handed her a piece of tissue paper.

Her head lowered after she wiped away the oatmeal on the back of her hand. “I don't want to eat this anymore. I'm not feeling hungry.”
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