At this moment, the night was not deep, but the closed bedroom was eerily quiet.
Isabel Smith sat alone on the sofa, for the first time in six years, carefully reviewing her life since her parents were brutally killed before her eyes.
Pale was the main tone and melody of her life, with the only color and passion being Percy Stanton, the man she loved.
Tony said people's hearts were made of flesh, so how could she be so cold-blooded?
Over the past six years, she believed that she had no choice but to avenge her parents, find her lost child, and protect her younger brother. She had always been living for others, fighting desperately, with no regrets. Yet she had never lived for herself, so much so that she had wronged the best man in her world.
She wasn't unaware of her own cruelty - not just to herself, but more so to Percy Stanton. But she always felt that her choices were right.