“DAPHNE? Daphne,” August called his wife’s name twice, but silence now filled the other line. August glanced at his phone, only to see that the call was now disconnected.At this moment, he knew there was something wrong. He didn’t waste any time as he stood up, rushing to go back to the Sandoval mansion as fast as he could. He bowed in front of Clementine’s grave before he ran toward his car.When he sat in the driver’s seat, he stepped on the pedal as his heart thumped rapidly while thinking about what could have happened to Daphne.Fortunately, the traffic isn’t that bad, and August arrived at the Sandoval mansion in no time. He immediately went to their room to see if Daphne was there, and he sighed in relief when he saw Daphne sitting at the edge of the room, beside the vanity cabinet.Her face was buried in her thighs as she hugged her thighs tightly, so he couldn’t see her face. August’s head tilted because it seemed like Daphne noticed his arrival since the door created a noi

“I’M right. He's the fucking common link,” muttered August, referring to Wesley Wellington, as he read the article published decades ago.[Wesley Wellington took the Saintheart Hospital's former employees and directors after the arson that happened in the said hospital.]“What was that?” Daphne asked, confused, as she looked at August with her narrowed eyes. “Why are you searching for a closed hospital?““You know this hospital?” asked August as he pointed at the screen.“Who wouldn't?” Daphne shot back, raising a brow. “They became the hottest topic before because of the arson, not to mention that Clementine Remington died that day, too.”August didn't answer; he pursed his lips instead, containing his emotions. He continued reading the article, and Daphne did the same thing.[Wesley Wellington said in his exclusive interview that he found it unfair for the Saintheart Hospital's employees to be terminated for an accident they cannot control.]“Is the Saintheart Hospital somehow invol

‘WHAT’s wrong with him?’ Cecile asked herself as she closed her eyes briefly, her forehead creasing as she massaged it. Despite her reservations, she knew she had no choice but to comply if she wanted Francis to leave. After a moment, she returned with a plate containing a delicious-looking sandwich, which she placed in front of him. Francis's smile widened as he eagerly picked up his utensils.Taking a bite, his expression immediately changed to one of disappointment. The taste didn't live up to his expectations. “Honestly, your dish sucks,” said Francis honestly, aware that this would likely be their final meeting. "I'm hesitant to drink the water, fearing you might poison me. Have a sip first."Read more