"Go home," he said to Finnley indifferently. “Leave me in peace.”

"Will you... go to work tomorrow?" Finnley asked tentatively, "Shall I adjust your schedules? You need a good rest."

Ivan didn't answer, feeling as if the next day was too far away from him. He didn't have the energy to think about it.

Finnley could understand how he felt. "Ok, I know what to do. Please take care, Mr. Marsh. I'll keep you updated.”

Ivan didn't reply, and Finnley left.

He closed the door. Ivan stood up and locked it from the inside. Then he pulled out two bottles of whisky from the wine cabinet, sitting in front of the window.

His eyes were full of anger. Recalling every moment he spent with Jennifer in the past few days, he felt his heart was torn apart by grief, which he had never felt so in his life before.

Probably, since he encountered Jennifer for the first time seven years ago, he had loved her to the core.

He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

a cup, Ivan opened the

his stomach. The scenes where they were together became clearer and

gift. Can you answer my question now?

I wished you could be happy, that I could cure the wounds on your back as

All her wishes

window, Ivan heard the wind blowing outside. He gulped down the whisky in frustration, wondering where

his pain kept hitting his jumbled mind. Each

could it be so difficult to

whole night, waiting for Finnley's

small bottle in his hand, he had mixed feelings. The

believe that she had gone without telling

medicine bottle. Her kindly reminders reechoed in his

anymore. What was the point even if

all his strength and crushed it, which he had

the mats, and some rolled to the window. All were gone. About eight empty bottles were placed on the coffee table. However, Ivan

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