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Matteo wore a wrinkled, old coat that clashed with everything around him. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper. Blood constantly flowed from the corners of his mouth. A shocking bullet wound near his heart gushed dark red liquid. The blood quickly soaked the ground beneath him.His eyes, once full of pride and later filled with regret, stared at her without blinking. His pupils expanded violently, yet stubbornly held a faint glimmer of light.Time seemed to stop in that instant.Alicia’s bodyguards acted immediately. One raised his gun and stood on alert. The other knelt beside Matteo. He checked Matteo’s injuries and called for an ambulance.The entrance to the restaurant erupted into chaos. Screams and alarms filled the air.Alicia rose with the support of her bodyguards. She looked at Matteo lying in the pool of blood. His breathing was shallow. Her face was blank.Shock and disbelief crashed over her calm mask like waves.Finally, her expression returned to a deep calm.

Matteo had woken up and escaped from the heavily guarded care facility. He looked like a homeless man and was crouched across from the cold skyscraper. Alicia did not know how long he had been there. He seemed to only want to see, from a distance, a light in her window.Alicia walked ahead without hesitation. She did not even glance at him. She moved straight to the car that was waiting for her.Before she got in, she spoke quietly to the bodyguard. He nodded and crossed the street quickly to the huddled figure. He handed him a check and said in a formal tone, “Sir, this is from Ms. Leon. Please leave and don’t come back.”Matteo lifted his head in confusion. His vacant eyes rested on the bodyguard’s face and then slowly moved to the check. He stayed silent for a few seconds. Finally, he seemed to understand that this check was not charity but a clear boundary.He stretched out his frostbitten hand and took the check without looking at the numbers. The cold wind made th

“It’s a small jar, like something used in a medical lab. There’s also a letter. Your name is on the front,” her secretary said hesitantly.Alicia was silent for a few seconds. “Bring it in.”The secretary returned a moment later with a clear evidence bag in her hands. She placed it carefully on Alicia’s desk.Inside were two things.One was instantly familiar. It was the medical container that had once held her miscarried baby. It was empty. The words “Alicia Leon” and “Embryo” remained clear on its surface.The second item was a crumpled envelope. An envelope that was soaked with snow and then dried out. The writing on it was crooked:[For Alicia.]Alicia waved her hand. The secretary understood and left quietly.Alone in the office, Alicia stared at the two items for a long time. She reached out and touched the envelope. The paper was rough and cold.She opened it. Inside was a thin, crumpled sheet of paper. There was no greeting and no signature. Only two words co