Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Aveline lowered her head and glanced at the white paper. It was written with the address of a cemetery.

Could it be that his sister had already passed away? But what did her death have to do with her father? Aveline knew Anthony well enough that he would never harm a young girl.

Knowing that the two wouldn’t reveal much, Aveline didn’t press them further and stayed silent on the way to the Sterling residence.

Returning to this familiar place, Aveline’s heart was filled with mixed emotions.

Jordan politely asked, “Madam, would you like to go inside?”

“No, I’ll wait for him here,” she replied.

Her final encounter with Alexander was limited to their divorce proceedings, and she didn’t want to complicate things. Every tree and every stone in this place carried memories of the two of them, and she

didn’t want to reopen old wounds.

If she had to blame someone, it would be the man who once held her close, afraid of losing her, and

-cherished her in his hands.

Even though he had become increasingly cold, she couldn’t help but remember the good times.

Although she should despise him, she couldn’t bring herself to harden her heart.

The car’s engine remained running, providing her with warmth. Aveline was alone in the car, and her stomach began to hurt again. She curled up into a ball, clutching her knees tightly, crouching on the seat, waiting for dawn,

In winter, the days grew dark early, and the mornings were late to brighten up. Even though it was past 7

AM, the sky was still dim and foggy-

The leaves of the persimmon trees in the yard had long fallen, and her thoughts drifted back to the past.

During the season when the fruits of the persimmon tree ripened, she wanted to eat persimmon, pumpkin seeds, and chicken noodle soup. He climbed the persimmon tree in the yard, which was over ten meters tall, and shook the fruits for her.

The green leaves rustled down like a golden rain, just for her.

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At that time, Alexander was approachable, and he was an excellent cook who doted on her.

As she reminisced, she didn’t realize when she had walked alone to that tree. The persimmon tree remained, but everything else had changed.

clung to

and was met

stood under the tree, with the cold wind

to the past few days of bad weather, the first rays of morning sunlight fell on her face. Her skin was nearly translucent, like a fading goddess.

in gauze, and oddly,

exhausted.

turn around but knew he had arrived.

“Yes,” he replied.

man.

persimmon, pumpkin seed, and

past

a hint of surprise, and in the next second, he responded coldly. “It’s p the

I have one last request before

three months apart, she had seemingly changed a

“If you want to taste it, wait till next year, the fruit is not fresh.“–

Next year…

and touched the rough bark of the tree. She probably wouldn’t have to wait until

next year.

hate

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“Yes,” he replied.

look at him and whispered, “Then…

Boom!

Alexander felt a deafening roar in his

regained his composure and said coldly, “It’s just a soup. Come

him walk away, and a slight smile played on her lips.

afraid of my death?”

wondered what his

he be happy or

been saved from last year. Alexander efficiently took out the

only felt a

last time he would cook for

That’s alright.

like leaving behind a

of the fireplace. The scent of the sweet potatoes

the room.

spot, roasting sweet potatoes, and the old lady, Mrs. Sterling, would always come when

and the elderly Mr. Sterling, not wanting to grieve

empty. The sweet potatoes remained sweet and fragrant, but without the old lady to share them with, Aveline felt a

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potatoes and drinking a glass of

somewhat.

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