I chuckled, thinking Ava was indeed attached to me. However, I had been so busy that I hadn't spent much quality time with her. Honestly, I felt guilty about it.

Since my mom told me not to enter the music room, I sat with her in the small living area upstairs instead. I leaned against her affectionately, as it had been a long time since I felt this close to my mom, especially after learning about my true identity.

I felt an unusual comfort as I rested against her. However, Atlas's description of Lucille's final moments flooded my mind, sending shivers down my spine. My mom glanced down at me and asked, "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

She instinctively palmed my forehead to check for signs of illness. I quickly reassured her, "No, I'm just tired from today."

"Then go to bed. You've been through a lot, dear," my mom spoke softly.

I murmured, "I'm waiting for Atlas to get back. I have something to tell him." Suddenly, my nose tingled, and I silently uttered, "My poor mother died tragically."

a lovely warmth. I wished everything was just a dream. There were no so-called truths in dreams, just a lifetime of love and companionship with Atlas. We'd share the joy of family life with our elders. After all, they treated me no differently

changed the subject, "I sent Ryan back to Bibury for a two-week vacation. He has a girlfriend who's an architect. She's beautiful, and they

feel at ease, or I'd always feel indebted to Ryan. He should have found a girlfriend years

Atlas as her son-in-law, so she always felt a sense of guilt toward

Since our

great. I'll discuss it with Atlas

wonderful. Time

felt like we

and then added, "Our house is nearing

looked at her. "What's there to check out? Let's just sell

We can't sell it,"

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