Rachel Wood was such a good, pure, and kind-hearted woman. Why did Sebastian Brenand's parents have to treat her this way?

Sebastian couldn't imagine how she survived the past month on her own.

How did she persist through those lonely nights?

Was she as devastated as he was in her dreams?

Or was she in even more pain?

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't remain rational.

Downstairs, Yvette Houston was leisurely reading the newspaper on the couch. She set them down as soon as she saw her husband dash madly out of the house.

"What happened?"

Ignoring her frantic question, Sebastian continued to run outside.

Yvette's sixth sense told her that something must've happened to him. It might even be related to Rachel.

car keys, ignoring

jumped into his Bentley and hastily drove away as soon as he was out of the house. She followed

concentrating on the road ahead as he drove to Woodrow Gaston's neighborhood and didn't even notice her

into the elevator, pressing the relevant floor button as the doors

waiting in front of the elevator panel to see he

next elevator arrived downstairs, spurring her

to the same f

Woodrow's unit, knocking rapidly on the door with a sense

to see Rachel. He was afraid that she might

how many times he'd imagined a scene

opened, revealing a smiling man standing by

She's still sleeping,"

Sebastian nodded.

barefoot into the house as he was led to

been getting enough sleep lately, so she was in a state of deep sleep from sheer

his trembling hand carefully on the knob, his

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