LOGINCassandraI looked at his unrestrained smile, he seemed much better than before.I knew that, deep down, he had repeatedly blamed himself for what happened between us. When I met George in the past, I heard from him how devastated Dylan had been.He thought that if only he hadn’t pursued me, hadn’t pressured me, then that relationship wouldn’t have happened. But between us, there was never truly anyone at fault.It was the secrets we kept—and the overwhelming fear, that made everything far more painful.I held my breath for a second, steadying myself.“How have you been, Dylan?” I finally asked.I had heard that he had been handling many cases, but nothing about how he was doing personally.He sat up straighter. “I’m fine. You see? I’m really fine.”He repeated his words. For a moment, I thought he was trying to convince me—emphasizing it as if to make it true, but it did seem that way.A second later, however, his demeanor shifted along with a rough sigh escaping his lips.“Ah, this
Cassandra“Ah, you can ask Iker for help.”This man was truly annoying. He was trying to make things difficult for me by leaning his weight on me. With his large build, he was really heavy.I had already stayed with him at the hospital for a whole day, and that should have been more than enough.“Iker… he can’t.” He answered in a low voice.An excuse.“You can walk on your own without clinging to me like this, Sebastian.”I let out a breath, knowing that he was the one who had told Iker to leave first. And now he was still trying to cling to me.Because of our argument, people were starting to look at us. I closed my mouth, trying not to draw even more attention.Sebastian was truly an extraordinary person. He never seemed affected at all by the rumors about him. He always walked with his head held high, full of confidence.It was extremely irritating to watch. I stopped arguing with him and just tried to get this over with as quickly as possible.As we got closer to the exit, I felt
POV 3He had always liked having Miles by his side. Going out of his way for Miles was also something he enjoyed, making sure the child was alright.Dylan always wanted to give him the best. When he said he would become a father to Miles, he truly meant it. He had acted as his dad up until now.For the past week, Miles had been spending his time with Dylan. As someone who used to be with him often, Dylan knew that the child who was looking out of the building was feeling a sense of longing.First, he sat beside Miles, which made the boy immediately lean against him. Dylan understood that he didn’t want to say the wrong thing and end up making Miles feel pressured.After several seconds of silence, Miles finally spoke as he lifted his body and stopped leaning on Dylan.“I miss Mom,” he said, his voice weak and clearly sincere.Dylan spoke gently. “You can meet Mom.”Silence. Miles lowered his head. For a moment, the little child beside Dylan seemed to be carrying an overwhelming burden
CassandraI sat there watching him. Grandpa always treated me kindly, while my gaze toward Sebastian was quite sharp.It turned out that he had already been awake for the past few minutes and was pretending to be unconscious just so I would continue taking care of him. I mean, did he deliberately do that just to trouble me?I knew I shouldn’t think carelessly like that, but with his bad past, negative thoughts like that couldn’t be avoided. I wouldn’t be lying if I said that sometimes I saw him as a man who was very skilled at lying.“You have to eat this, Sandra.” With extraordinary care, Grandpa placed many cakes in front of me.The cakes had cute and tempting shapes, but it was far too much for me to enjoy alone. And honestly, I had very little appetite right now—even one cake wouldn’t be finished.“I’m the one who’s sick. Why are all those cakes only given to Sandra, Grandpa?”Like a child feeling jealous after seeing something, he protested.At that moment, I had already raised m
CassandraI sat there watching him. Grandpa always treated me kindly, while my gaze toward Sebastian was quite sharp.It turned out that he had already been awake for the past few minutes and was pretending to be unconscious just so I would continue taking care of him. I mean, did he deliberately do that just to trouble me?I knew I shouldn’t think carelessly like that, but with his bad past, negative thoughts like that couldn’t be avoided. I wouldn’t be lying if I said that sometimes I saw him as a man who was very skilled at lying.“You have to eat this, Sandra.” With extraordinary care, Grandpa placed many cakes in front of me.The cakes had cute and tempting shapes, but it was far too much for me to enjoy alone. And honestly, I had very little appetite right now—even one cake wouldn’t be finished.“I’m the one who’s sick. Why are all those cakes only given to Sandra, Grandpa?”Like a child feeling jealous after seeing something, he protested.At that moment, I had already raised m
DylanToday is the day of my meeting with an old friend, Professor Johnson.I’ve been really looking forward to this meeting because it’s been a long time since we last saw each other, and I feel guilty for often ignoring his messages.I let out a long sigh.“Dad, is Professor Johnson coming?” Miles tugged on the sleeve of my suit, looking up at me with sparkling eyes.I knew this made him excited because he had also met Professor Johnson many times. Even though he called him the same way we did, he always regarded Professor Johnson as his own grandfather.Thinking back to the past, when Sandra was struggling, Professor Johnson was even involved in taking care of Miles. He changed his diapers and played with him. He truly deserved to be called his grandpa.“Yes. He’ll be here soon.”I lied a little, because in reality, Professor Johnson was already twenty minutes late. He had never been like this before, he was always someone who was punctual.He could truly be called an old soul.But







