Zoe didn’t return home immediately. Instead, she sat in her car quietly, trying to come to grips with what she had just learned. It was the middle of the night and she was about to drive off when she saw a familiar silhouette in front of her car. It was none other than the person she had just been discussing with her brother. Liam looked sharp in a formal suit, reminiscent of noblemen of yore. He stared at Zoe quietly. At that moment, he had probably stopped pretending to be someone he wasn’t. He could tell from Zoe’s eyes that she finally knew who he really was. On the other hand, Zoe was staring at him, tears in her eyes. Then, she stepped on the gas pedal fiercely.He didn’t try to dodge out of the way. Instead, he stared at the white car intensely as it tore through the road and charged straight at him. A flurry of emotions was coursing through his mind as he regarded the oncoming car.No one knew how much he had wrestled with himself for the past few years.He had fallen

Dawn broke over the city. Mason drove back to Lockwood Manor. The security guard was dumbfounded when he opened the gate and saw his car. After all, Mason hadn’t been back there for three years. Moments later, the black Bentley pulled into the premises.He got out of the car and closed the door before sweeping his eyes across the manor.The place had been deprived of its masters and mistresses for far too long and had lost its former warming sensation. Instead, a lifelessness surrounded the manor now. It was depressingly ironic, considering Barbara had loved making the place lively when she was still around. The servants hadn’t woken up yet. Walking into the living room, his leather shoes stepped on the unblemished floor and made a crisp tapping sound that reverberated in the room, further accentuating its emptiness. Barbara’s portrait could be found on the home altar, smiling affectionately. Running his fingers across her picture longingly, he murmured, “Westley’s back. He

The walls in the VIP suite were painted light pink. It was heartwarming to look at. However, Yanni was still looking very fragile. Lying down on the white pillow, she opened her eyes and asked her mom a question that she had been holding back for a long time, “Am I going to die, Mom?”It broke Zoe’s heart to hear it, but she used everything she had to pull herself together for her little girl. She even managed to smile and say, “No way!”Yanni was still feeling very weak. Leaning on her mom, she murmured, “Why can’t I go to school like ordinary kids? If you and Dad are going to make a little brother for me, I hope he’ll be all healthy and fit. You have to make sure he’s handsome too. That way, you and Dad will still have a good-looking baby when I’m gone!”Zoe had no idea where her little girl learned to say this stuff, but it struck home and made her fall apart. She said with a sob, “Please look after her for a second, Mia.” Then, she opened the door and went out. She needed

Yanni was discharged from the hospital three days later. They returned to Kirk Manor and lived out the rest of the month peacefully. Both of them looked after Yanni together. When Mason had a social or business outing, he’d take Zoe along with him. It looked like they were an actual married couple.Neither of them brought up their painful history. Instead, they tried to put it past them. He knew this was his last few weeks with the people he loved.He told Zoe that he needed to work late into the night, but he’d make sure he came back home before Yanni’s bedtime. He’d bathe her, put on pyjamas for her, and wrap her in a warm blanket before letting her sleep on his chest. Underneath the warm glow of the night light, he’d tell her fairy tales until she slept. Afterward, he’d return to his study and resume his work. By the time he was done, it was past midnight. Both his wife and daughter were long asleep.It was enough for him to simply lie next to them. That was happiness for him

“I’m going to make something warm to drink!”Mason didn’t reject his offer. He watched as his father hurried into the cramped kitchen and went about boiling water clumsily. The night breeze was a tad too strong, causing him to cough intermittently. All of a sudden, Mason asked, “Have you gone to see the doctor?”Westley’s body stiffened. Then, he responded softly, “I’ve had this cough for a long time. It’s no big deal, really! All it takes is some pill and I’ll feel better.”Mason knew he was lying. One look was all he needed to know that this condition had haunted his father for a long time. However, he didn’t press for more information. Instead, he started paging through the books on the couch. Westley proceeded to make some tea once the water was boiled. He was a little uneasy when he gave his son the cup of tea. He even smiled bitterly when he said, “I don’t have any better tea leaves. I’m sorry if you find it distasteful.”Mason took a sip and put the cup down.The old ma