เข้าสู่ระบบAfter finishing her work, Adriana dozed for a little over three hours.Alex had said that Chris couldn't eat yet, so she didn't prepare breakfast for him.When she arrived at the hospital, Chris lay in bed as a nurse adjusted his IV.The sight of him startled her—he was so gaunt he looked like a withered branch.When he saw her, a shadow fell over his ashen face."What are you doing here?"His tone was sharp, his eyes fixed upward on the IV bag.Adriana froze for a moment, assuming he was simply in a bad mood from the pain."Chris, I came to see you. How are you feeling?"Chris let out a cold laugh. "If it weren't for you, I'd be doing much better than I am now."Adriana forced a smile, patiently asking, "What do you mean?""Why did you tell me Edward's real identity?"Only then did Chris glance at her, his gaze icy.Adriana looked completely at a loss, unsure how to answer.Why? Of course, it had been to expose Joan—to keep Chris from being deceived any longer.But it w
"I'm planning to resign."On the way to the cemetery parking lot, Adriana spoke suddenly.After what had happened to Daisy, she no longer wanted any connection to the Reeves family—including her position at Sanctity. She didn't want that job anymore either.Francesco wasn't surprised in the least. "With your ability, you'll do well wherever you go. Of course, I'd prefer it if you would come to Paradigm.""After I resign, I'm thinking of traveling for a while."It was already the end of the year. Adriana planned to look for a new job next year. But she wasn't considering Paradigm. Perhaps she would partner with Bella and move into the pet industry.Francesco drove her home. When they arrived downstairs, Adriana thanked him."Thank you for taking care of me these past few days. You've worked hard too—go home and get some rest.""Mm. Call me if you need anything."Francesco nodded. He watched her enter the elevator before driving away.Adriana slept straight through until around
At Daisy's funeral, everyone Adriana had invited showed up, each offering a wreath.She received them all, and as they spoke, their words were filled with admiration for Daisy.She had been perceptive, kind—in their eyes, even optimistic.When the topic turned to her taking poison, they could only sigh in regret.That night, no one left. They gathered in the mourning hall, reminiscing about their memories with her.The next morning, they accompanied her to the burial site.Just before the burial, Dean appeared. He rushed to the grave, staring fixedly at the urn in Adriana's arms, his eyes bloodshot.His gaze shifted, landing on the photograph Oliver held.In it, Daisy smiled serenely, her features soft and luminous.Chris had told him she would be buried today. He had thought it was some kind of calculated revenge.But he knew Chris—he wouldn't joke about something like this."Why…?"He spoke in a low voice, as if afraid of disturbing her.Adriana wore a black coat, her ha
From a personal standpoint, Alex hoped Adriana would continue to stay by Chris's side.Without her, a completely paralyzed Chris would be little more than a living corpse.But he knew that wasn't right. It would be too cruel to Adriana.After a moment, Chris spoke slowly, "Doesn't your family have a sanatorium in the south? Send me there.""We'll talk about that when you can at least move," Alex replied casually. Sending him to a sanatorium would essentially mean giving up on further treatment.Even if recovery was almost impossible, a person still needed to hold on to hope.…Daisy's funeral was set for three days later. Adriana chose a peaceful burial plot for her, surrounded by blooming lilies.She brought her laptop into the morgue and began listing the guests for the funeral, speaking aloud as if reporting to Daisy."Oliver will be the only one from the Reeves family invited."I'll come, of course. And Bella and Patrick—Francesco said he'll come too."Adriana realized t
"I have other things to take care of, so I won't delay you from visiting Joan."Adriana didn't tell Dean that Daisy was already gone. She stepped around him and walked straight out.He was one of the people responsible for her death.At this very moment, Daisy lay in the morgue—yet he was holding a bouquet of yellow roses, symbols of apology, going to visit his lover… to visit someone who had indirectly driven Daisy to her death.From this moment on, Daisy had nothing to do with him. He no longer even had the right to stand before her.Dean went to see Joan. She unleashed a furious tirade at him, smashing the roses into his face and telling him to get as far away as possible.He didn't linger. No matter how much he had once liked Joan, there would be nothing between them anymore.All he had to do was wait for Daisy to give birth. Then he could begin a new life.Before leaving the hospital, he thought of Adriana's behavior and went to Chris's room.Chris was somewhat surprised
Francesco raised a hand, signaling for Mars to take his men and leave.Oliver glanced at Daisy, his emotions tangled, then silently walked out of the morgue."Francesco, thank you for today. You should head back as well."With that, Adriana sat down beside Daisy. Her eyes were hollow, her face steeped in endless grief.Without a word, Francesco turned and left.Adriana remained in the morgue until nightfall. During that time, Alex came by once. He said he wouldn't allow anyone to take Daisy away and urged Adriana to go home.But she didn't leave. When exhaustion overtook her, she would simply rest her head beside Daisy and doze for a while.In the past, even passing by a morgue would make her uneasy—she would quicken her pace without thinking. Now, alone here with Daisy, she felt no fear at all—only regret that the time left for them together was so short.Early the next morning, she lifted the white sheet and took a quiet look."Daisy, I'm going to arrange your funeral. Don't
Adriana's hand paused mid-wipe on the table. She looked up and smiled softly."He's right," she said.Oliver smelled gossip in the air, but with Bianca present, he couldn't ask Adriana directly."You must be mistaken. Adriana is absolutely not a bad woman," he said.Bianca's eyes locked on him.
Shucking the barbecue wasn't hard—making ten plates was nothing.Still, the look on Oliver's face made it seem like she'd suffered some profound humiliation. Adriana pressed her lips together, caught between laughter and frustration.After fixing four or five plates, Francesco simply took the serv
"It's snowing."The sky had been brooding all day, and at last, late into the night, delicate flakes began to drift downward.Adriana let go of Francesco, palms lifted, chasing the falling snow. The flakes were thin and light—melting instantly against her warm hands. She reached, cupped them, then
Adriana tilted her head back and let out a deep breath.Whenever her mother was mentioned, her nose tingled, her eyes pricked with tears. She forced a wry smile, staring straight at Chris, ignoring the redness around her eyes."You almost made me lose my mother's keepsake. It was Neo who got it fo







