Mag-log in"Eric, I was just—"Sean had just picked up Eric's call when Eric cut him off mid-sentence."Get a locksmith. Immediately.""Huh?" Sean froze for a second. "Whose lock are we talking about?"Eric stared at the door in front of him. What flashed through his mind wasn't the door, but Rosalyn's face. She was devastated but still looked extremely calm.He had never been able to describe that feeling before. Now he knew the words for it. It was a grief so deep that the heart went numb.Rosalyn and Julia had depended on each other greatly, with Julia being her lifeline. Now that Julia was gone, Eric was terrified Rosalyn might lose the will to go on.The thought alone sent a wave of panic through his chest, and he wanted nothing more than to smash the door down right now.But kicking doors in was something CEOs did in fictional novels, not him. He didn't have that kind of ability."Camphor Garden. Send someone over as soon as possible," Eric said coldly.Sean, forever incapable of
"Honey!"Eric hurried over and gently wrapped his hand around Rosalyn's cold hands."If you want revenge for Julia, I can—" He thought she was unhappy with how he handled the situation with Wanda and Nancy."Julia isn't coming back," Rosalyn murmured.No matter how remorseful those two women were, and no matter how they were punished, it would not change the fact that Julia was gone.Blame lay where it belonged. The root of the problem was never a few loose tongues—it was the photos. Those photos were what pushed everything forward and were the final blow that hastened Julia's death."Rosalyn, we're sorry, we—" the two women rushed over to apologize."Get lost!" Eric uttered.Before Rosalyn and Eric even left, the two women were escorted out of the nursing home."Take me back to Camphor Garden," Rosalyn said as the car pulled away.Eric glanced at her and answered with a single word. "Okay."She didn't say another word on the drive back. Rosalyn was never talkative to begin
Rosalyn didn't cry, but in Eric's eyes, that was even harder to bear than tears.He understood that feeling. When grief reached its breaking point, even tears failed. It was not that she had none left. She was holding it all back.Julia's funeral was simple, with only a few old friends from the nursing home attending.Wendy was there that day too. She brought white lilies for Julia.When the service ended, and Julia was laid to rest, the woman who had accompanied Rosalyn through her childhood became nothing more than a cold tombstone.It wasn't just Rosalyn. Even Eric felt as if something had been stolen from his chest, leaving it hollow.He looked at Rosalyn and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say."You should go back. I want to stay with Julia for a while," Rosalyn said. Her voice was calm in an unsettling way.He didn't want to leave her alone, but he knew she needed this moment to say her final goodbye."I'll wait for you down there," he said. His hand
The light above the emergency room doors was blinding.Rosalyn stared at it without blinking. What kept replaying in her mind was the sight of Julia coughing up blood that was so vividly red.It wasn't the first time she'd seen it, but Julia had always hidden it from her before. This time, though, she had done it right in front of Rosalyn. She must not have been able to hold it in anymore.Otherwise, she wouldn't have let Rosalyn see.She never wanted Rosalyn to worry.But she failed this time.Rosalyn had known for a long while that Julia's life was already on a countdown. She thought she was mentally prepared. Yet when the moment truly arrived, she finally understood how terrifying it was.Rosalyn felt a hand on her shoulder, and she looked up to see Eric watching her intently. "It'll be okay."He pressed her head against his chest, his voice steady as he said, "It'll be okay. I'm here."Rosalyn didn't resist. She leaned into him, and for that moment, the sound of his heartb
Rosalyn bathed Julia and dried her hair."Grandma, I saw him," Rosalyn said, knowing Julia hadn't asked because she was waiting for Rosalyn to bring it up.Julia understood perfectly that if Rosalyn didn't say anything, it meant she didn't want her to know."Are you disappointed?" Julia asked. She truly understood everything. If Rosalyn had been pleased, she would've brought Zayne back.Rosalyn smiled. "Grandma, how are you able to see through everything?"Julia chuckled softly. "It's fine. What he's like doesn't concern us. Just tell me. I'll listen."Rosalyn couldn't find the words to describe Zayne. After all, Julia's most cherished daughter loved only him, even to the very end."He's married." Rosalyn kept it short.Julia's expression stiffened. Zayne being married meant he had betrayed her daughter's deep feelings."That's not unexpected. I can understand it," Julia murmured after a moment.She could understand it, but it still hurt.Rosalyn's heart ached a little. She
When Eric saw Laura, she was drenched in sweat. Water dripped from the tips of her hair, and bruises mottled the skin exposed beneath her clothes.She looked pitiful enough to break anyone's heart.Peter glanced at the caregiver. "Why wasn't she taken to change first? She'll catch a cold like this. Her immune system is already weak. What happens if she gets sick?"The caregiver lowered her head. "Ms. Layton insisted on coming over first."Laura immediately nodded and shook her head at Peter, signaling him not to blame anyone else."Wipe her sweat off first, then put something warm over her," Peter said. He met Eric's gaze but offered no explanation. He only added, "Mr. Hammond, I need to get back to work."In the lounge, Laura sat wrapped in a sports blanket. She lifted her gaze timidly to Eric.Eric didn't speak. They stared at each other in silence until Laura finally dropped her gaze. Her fingers twisted the hem of her clothes."You don't need to put on this fragile act," Er







