A sharp pain came from her right hand, and she looked down to see that the blood had flowed back, staining the entire IV tube red.Her phone connected to the internet, and several trending topics popped up. At that moment, Eulalia felt like an old, broken machine, her movements slow and her reactions dull. Trembling, she clicked on a trending topic about a jump.A live video popped up, filled with piercing screams, chaotic images, and continuous shouting. There were cries, wails, women and children's sobbing, and roars. In just a few seconds, Eulalia saw the full spectrum of human emotions.Her heart felt as if it had been gouged out by a blunt knife, leaving a desolate void. She wanted to look away, but her brain forced her to keep watching.And then...She saw her father, lying in a pool of blood, his face unrecognizable."Ah..." Eulalia opened her mouth, a choked sound escaping her raspy throat. Her emaciated shoulders trembled violently. She didn't understand what had happened, fe

Eulalia lowered her head and bit down hard on Percival's wrist, tearing at his flesh with her sharp teeth. The taste of blood filled her mouth, but she didn't let go.Percival's brow twitched in pain, but he refused to release her. He held Eulalia tightly and said to the cop behind him, "Get someone to take the body away and deal with it.""How should we handle it?" The cop asked.Indeed, how? Percival twisted his wrist, pinning Eulalia's jaw and staring at her blood-stained teeth. His eyes were cold as he asked, "Eulalia, how should we handle this? Bury it somewhere? Or send it to the crematorium?"Eulalia couldn't speak, her mouth filled with sobs and moans of pain. The taste of blood was so strong she couldn't tell if it was Percival's or her own."If you won't speak, then we'll send it to the crematorium."The cop called for assistance on his radio, preparing to remove the body from the scene. It was best to follow Percival's suggestion and have it cremated."No..." Eulalia's voic

Percival stepped out of the car, taking the umbrella with one hand and holding Eulalia's icy little hand with the other.Entering the cemetery, Eulalia looked out at a field filled with tombstones. The gloomy sky hung heavily above, making it feel like the air was hard to breathe.Sawyer had been buried only a few days ago, and the cleanest stone in the area marked his grave.In front of the tombstone lay a bouquet of lilies, their petals wilted and disfigured by the rain. Eulalia crouched down, tidying the flowers, then used her sleeve to wipe the picture on the stone. In the photo, a young Sawyer was dressed in a suit, smiling brightly, his eyes filled with wisdom and spirit.It was his wedding picture, and his wife's photo was also from their wedding. Placed together, they looked harmonious, as if time had rewound twenty-eight years.Sawyer might not have been a good father, but he was a good husband. Twenty-three years after his wife's death, he never remarried and even bought a p

"No matter if it was said four years ago or now, if you want to leave me, you can only do so in death." Looking at Eulalia's indifferent eyes, Percival's hawk-like gaze grew colder. He grabbed Eulalia's hair, pulling her roughly into his arms."Eulalia, don't even think about finding another man," he warned.Eulalia looked at him with his “it’s only natural” attitude, her stomach aching with anger. She looked up, “Percival, you can’t even control your own heart, and you want to control mine?”"Don't compare yourself to me. I told you, Evadne is different. She won't mind."Marriage and feelings never intersected for him. Being married didn't mean he couldn't be good to Evadne; they could coexist peacefully as before.Men are creatures of desire, and he wasn't the only one to have feelings for two women. He could take care of Evadene and maintain his marriage with Eulalia.Since he and Eulalia were still married, he wouldn't allow her to cheat, not even emotionally, because he had a cle

Percival's face darkened when he heard Eulalia's sarcastic remarks about Evadne. He ordered, "You seem to be in high spirits, clearly not needing anyone to take care of you. Go and make some new dishes."His words were strange, as if cooking for him was her greatest honor."Who's taking care of whom? I cleaned the rooms, bought and cooked the food. This is my house!" Eulalia's chest was burning with anger, and she couldn't take it anymore. In a fit of rage, she kicked over the trash can, spilling the red oily pig's trotter soup all over the floor."Percival, do you think I care? You said you wanted Evadne to take care of me, but it seems more like satisfying your selfish desires. I'm sick of you! I'm done serving you!" she spat, her voice dripping with sarcasm.Her eyes reddened, and she lost her appetite for the only bowl of pig's trotter soup on the table. She had spent two hundred to spite this despicable couple, and it was not worth it.Eulalia tried to leave the dining room to go