Cline let out a mirthless laugh. Albion was the man who had cared for her since childhood and doted on her like a treasure.
In contrast, he had only had her for five years, yet his jealousy often drove him to coldness, and he hurt her even after their separation.
Anyone would choose Albion over him...
Seeing that Cline had no intention of speaking, Eva grew anxious. "Cline, I need to understand the issues between you two. Only then can I approach Luana and have a proper talk with her. If you won't tell me anything, how can I possibly advocate for you?"
She felt responsible for the missed connection between two people in love, even until death.
Now that they had met, misunderstandings were driving them apart.
She didn't want that to be the end. At the very least, she wanted to clear up these misunderstandings for Luana.
Whether Luana would forgive Cline was up to her—Eva wouldn't force her.
But with Cline unwilling to revi
As Luana's fingertips touched the villa's ornate iron gate, a sharp crack of shattering porcelain echoed from the living room.The moment she pushed the door open, a wave of air carrying the pungent smells of whisky and gunpowder rushed out. Beneath the crystal chandelier, an expensive Persian carpet was stained with red wine, and a shattered antique vase leaned against the wall, its fragments glinting like scattered moonlight on the floor.The maids, once elegantly moving through the house, now huddled in the corners like frightened quails, their trembling shoulders and pale faces telling the story of what had just transpired.The instigator, Dorian Lamont, lay sprawled in a beige leather sofa, his black suit jacket casually draped over the armrest, revealing a meticulously pressed shirt underneath.His slender fingers played with a gleaming fruit knife, the tip tapping against a whisky glass in a grating "ding-dong" rhythm that echoed through the silent
Cline let out a mirthless laugh. Albion was the man who had cared for her since childhood and doted on her like a treasure.In contrast, he had only had her for five years, yet his jealousy often drove him to coldness, and he hurt her even after their separation.Anyone would choose Albion over him...Seeing that Cline had no intention of speaking, Eva grew anxious. "Cline, I need to understand the issues between you two. Only then can I approach Luana and have a proper talk with her. If you won't tell me anything, how can I possibly advocate for you?"She felt responsible for the missed connection between two people in love, even until death.Now that they had met, misunderstandings were driving them apart.She didn't want that to be the end. At the very least, she wanted to clear up these misunderstandings for Luana.Whether Luana would forgive Cline was up to her—Eva wouldn't force her.But with Cline unwilling to revi
Luana looked at Eva with red eyes, as if she could no longer hold back her emotions."Eva, if he loved me, would he have made me kneel to pour him alcohol after we broke up?" she asked."Would he have slapped a check for five million dollars in my face and called it payment for five years of service?"Would he have laughed at me, saying I was nothing while holding his fiancée's waist?"Would he have slapped me hard, knowing I have a heart condition?"Would he have deleted my phone number?"Would he have stayed with Runa even as I was dying?"After this barrage of questions, Luana clenched her fists and demanded of Eva, "Tell me, what is love?"Eva was stunned and didn't know how to respond for Cline anymore.Except for the last three incidents, she was unaware of the others.Though she couldn't fully empathize with Luana, as a woman, she sensed the desperation in Luana's words."Cold spells and hot s
"You... are Luana?" Eva's voice trembled."Yes, Dr. Woodward. Long time no see," Luana said with a smile as she approached and greeted her.After confirming that the person before her was indeed Luana, Eva scrutinized her from head to toe, her shock evident as she asked, "You're not... How could you?"Luana briefly explained how she had survived and sincerely expressed her gratitude, "Thank you for your care back then."Eva had provided her with medicine, treated her with all her might, and even used the best therapy to alleviate her pain before her supposed death—a kindness that Luana would never forget.Seeing Luana's gratitude, Eva felt her guilt deepen, knowing that Luana still harbored memories of the past.However, with Calvert present, she held her tongue despite the urge to explain.After a brief reunion, Eva proceeded to examine Calvert's legs, focusing on the atrophy.His leg nerves had necrosed, making it highl
"No trouble at all. Mr. Moriarty's salary is way more than what I earned as a nurse in the hospital," Vivian said with a shake of her head.Because of her gentle nature and caregiving skills, the hospital director had recommended her to Mr. Moriarty.He offered her a salary ten times higher than her nursing job, asking her to take good care of Mr. Preston. It was a rare and desirable opportunity."And Mr. Preston isn't like other patients in the hospital. No messy duties like helping with bathroom needs. I just cook and wash clothes for him."As for his personal care, Stanley takes care of that, so it's really a pleasant job," Vivian added.After serving the rice, she said to the two, "You start eating first. I'll wait for Stanley to come back and eat with him."With that, Vivian left the dining room, giving them space to be alone.After Vivian exited, Luana was somewhat dazed—she hadn't expected that Cline had not only saved Al
"Really?" Luana jerked her head up, tears flying off her lashes onto Albion's hand.Albion nodded with a smile. Sunlight streamed through his translucent skin behind his ear, casting a pale-blue shadow on the wheelchair armrest."I'll stay and take care of you," she declared, suddenly gripping his hand so hard her nails dug into his palm. "I won't go anywhere."Albion's smile froze at the corners of his mouth.His gaze slowly dropped to his motionless legs. His Adam's apple bobbed as he forced out the words, "I have someone to care for me."Luana followed his line of sight to the steps, where a girl in a beige dress stood holding pruning shears, lavender falling in heaps at her feet."Her?" Her voice sounded like glass submerged in ice water.Albion didn't turn around. Instead, he stared at the dandelion in Luana's hair. "Her name is Vivian. She's from a domestic agency.""For three years?" Luana's voice wavered."Mm-hmm