But before the woman could finish speaking, several men who looked like bodyguards quickly approached and silenced her by covering her mouth.

The guards gave off a cold, dangerous presence. One stood outside the cart and spoke in an official tone. "Ms. Lambert, we're sorry to have bothered you. This woman is a distant relative of Mr. Henderson. Her mental state isn't well, and she somehow got out tonight."

The crazed woman immediately quieted down as if she were terrified of something.

Grace wanted to have a few more words with her, but the guard had already started driving the car away.

The vehicle stopped in front of the central villa, where the lights were still on.

She got out with the magnolia blossoms in her arms but instinctively turned around, wanting to see where the woman had been taken.

However, there was no trace of her left. It was as if she had vanished into thin air.

Grace rubbed her brow, feeling a dull ache return to her head.

Suddenly, the front door opened.

She stood at the entryway and saw that the living room was empty.

She placed the flowers on the coffee table, intending to leave quietly. But just as she took one step forward, she saw Ethan standing on the second floor.

He rested one hand on the balcony railing and said calmly, "Why are you so late?"

Grace looked up at him and asked with a hint of surprise, "Mr. Henderson, is your leg better?"

"Mm."


He lowered his eyes. His throat moved as if he wanted to say something, but held back.

would feel uneasy, yet she just couldn't tell where that feeling

her

so I had to go pick them in

like him, who

didn't answer the question and just stared

her in a bind. Leaving felt wrong, but staying back

she finally spoke up. "The flowers are delivered. I'll head out now.

as she took a step, he

reflexively patted her head, thinking he had seen snowflakes on

snow in Druville seems heavier than usual this

"Hmm."

a little, then


stood for a few more minutes. Finally unable to bear with the silence, she began,

again. "Are the flowers

been racking her brain for an excuse to leave.

with one hand hanging at his side. He stood

yellow light, the

had seen this version of Ethan. It

picked over

woman, her mind had

her

time, Ethan didn't say

couldn't help but glance back. He

violently. She turned and

the car, she pressed her fingers hard against her temples, but the pain wouldn't subside. It was so intense that it made her

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