In the hospital ward, after a long silence, Lewis Yale slowly spoke, "After Ava's death... I lost my mind. I blamed everything on you. So... when I married you, I purposely neglected you and intentionally looked for other women. But Grace, what truly drove me mad was your indifference. Even if you had cried or made a fuss at that time, it would have made me feel better, but you didn't. So... I started to wonder, what kind of armor is on your heart that I am not able to penetrate it?"
Listening to him, Grace Gordon wore an indifferent expression, but her hand hidden under the quilt was tightly clenched.
So... were they targeting Grace's loved ones?
"But... when Gracie-Ann died and you broke down, I regretted it!" Lewis looked up at Grace, his eyes filled with tears, "I realized... I had been wrong from the beginning! Horribly wrong..."
"Appearing before me now with such grief, are you repenting, or trying to seek forgiveness?" Grace asked indifferently.
"Both..."