I opened my eyes when I heard the door closed. The room was dimly lit, with only the bedside light on, and the place felt lonely and depressing.

I recalled on the day Sharon died, the atmosphere at the White residence was the same, empty and depressing. Marcus was staying in the house. His only wish was for me to stay the night with him, so the house would not feel so forsaken.

Pregnant women were usually emotional, and the emotions they feel are amplified. I dreaded to continue with this wandering mind, as I could drown myself in emotions. So I shut my eyes tightly, forcing myself to sleep instead.

I woke to the sound of knocking on the door. It was Mrs. Eriksen.

“Mrs. Fuller, time for breakfast. Mr. Fuller is already waiting downstairs.”

Ashton has not gone to work?

responded and

when I entered the dining hall. He had his tablet next to him and was monitoring the

utensils, dabbed his mouth, and said, “I will help Marcus, on

pleasantly shocked. “You will?” I did not expect Ashton to put aside

a cold and solemn expression, and said, “Isn’t that what

of crabby relationship when we first got married, and

roles, and I was asked to help Rebecca instead, I would not have kind words for

expression, and explained, “I wanted to help Marcus as it was within our capacity. I could not wash my hands of this matter as Marcus saved my life before. I will forever feel indebted to him if I

He looked at me with a sarcastic smile. “Do you mean if

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