How could it not be a kind of luck? Sara continued to stare at Bess, and said, "I wish you happiness,
Bess."
To which she replied, "We will be happy, Sara. Soon."
Sara stood up and picked up a piece of Bess's favorite cake next to the shelf. She then carefully
reached out her hand to feed her.
Bess happily swallowed as she gave Sara a sweet smile.
"I hope there we don't end up in a disaster in the future. That way, we will be happy," Sara added. She
clapped her hands and picked up another piece.
"We will." Bess vigorously nodded as she pictured the villa full of friends and family enjoying together.
She never felt this happy before.
Such a life was good, and she couldn't ask for more. Compared to her, Sara had experienced much
more hardships in life.
Despite that, her dear friend never once complained about how hard her life had been, and she
survived through it as she continued to improve herself day by day. It was a personality that made her
quite unique.
The most important thing for people was not whether or not they were born with a silver spoon, but to
make their lives worth living. Sara had her fair share of hard work, which was only one aspect of her life
that others appreciated.
Bess and Sara were sitting together, enjoying each other's company. They talked a lot about their daily
lives, even their marriages.
It was not until Jacob and Noah entered the villa that Bess and Sara noticed and continued to chat and
laugh from time to time.
Jacob almost immediately spotted Sara as soon as he entered. It seemed to him that one would gain
such a keen eye when loving someone. He looked straight at her in a daze, and remained in silence.
"Let's go. What are you doing?" Noah glanced at Jacob and wondered what got him spacing out all of a
sudden. One could obviously see in his eyes that he wanted to check on Sara from afar first.
"No need. Just seeing her from this distance is good enough for me." He didn't seem to be joking, but
Noah kept silent.
The two of them stood still for quite some time until Sara raised her head, and looked at him with
adoration in her eyes. Soon enough, both Noah and Jacob walked over.
As soon as they paused and stood in front of them, Sara raised her head, and asked, "Why don't you
come over and join us? How long have you two been standing there?"
Jacob responded with a smile. "I just didn't want to disturb you when I saw you enjoying yourself with
your chat. So I stopped Noah. We stood there for a while before we came over."
Bess smiled, and said, "I didn't know that he's gotten better at flattering you as time went by.
Sometimes, I feel that even Noah couldn't catch up to him."
As soon he heard it, Noah interjected with an agreement, "You're right, honey. I'll make sure to learn a
few tips from Jacob. There's no way I'd let him surpass me, right?"
"Well, I think I was born with it. I reckon Noah is talented at it too, but compared to me? He's got a long
way to go."
Everyone stayed silent.
Nobody expected him to react such a way after only a few praises. No one dared to imagine praising
him a little more. If they did so, he might even claim to be the best of it out there.
"Well, don't get carried away, now. What do you think of the party today?" Bess shook the glass in her
hand.
"Not bad, I guess. I just feel that I'm too old to be in such an occasion." Jacob seemed to have no filter
at all. After all, he thought he was eloquent and reasonable enough to express his feelings in front of
his good friend.
"I agree with you. You're certainly not cut out for this type of party anymore. I just realized you certainly
don't enjoy parties anymore like when you were younger. I guess you've just grown out of it, huh?"
Bess replied. She smiled at Sara as if she was still saying something, only not verbally.
Sara took a quick glance at Jacob. She noticed that his hair was shining quite marvelously like a crystal
under the lights. The shadows casted by his hair also seemed to be more pronounced, making his
figure almost like a living sculpture.
Jacob walked closer to Sara and rested his hand on her shoulder. "How about this? Is it cold?"
Bess stretched out her hand, and gestured for Noah to leave first.
"It's okay. I think everyone wears clothes that are just a little too revealing." Sara felt a sudden warmth
in her heart as she looked at Jacob with a smile on her face.
"If it's cold, we'll go back first." He gently pinched her shoulder as if giving her a massage. It somehow
startled her, but she nodded nevertheless.
"Okay, fine. I'll just tell Noah. Are you full now?" Jacob looked at her plate as he tried to refrain from
letting out even a slight chuckle.
Sara fixed her eyes over at the very little remaining food on her plate, and said, "Almost. You go ahead
and tell him. I just have to go and finish my meal. I'm full now but it would be a waste to just leave it like
this."
She blushed as she observed him walk forward. He ventured outside, looking for Noah.
Despite what she said, Sara herself was never actually keen on such kind of banquet. Before, as the
wife of the Shi Group's CEO, she had to appear in all kinds of occasions, but now she could decide for
herself if she wanted to attend at all.
It seemed that she really gained more freedom now compared to her life before. She couldn't help but
smile while she continued to eat. A sweet, gentle smile appeared on her face. One could tell what she
must be feeling at that time just looking at her.
A month later…
Sara was busy working in the company as her phone kept ringing. She stretched her neck to take a
peek at the caller ID, and her blank expression suddenly turned into a deep frown. It was her father.
She answered the phone quickly as soon as she saw it. "What's up, Dad?"
There was few seconds of silence on the other end of the line after she answered the phone. She felt a
sudden unsavory feeling of a knot tightening in her heart.
"Dad, what happened?" she added. The tone of her voice grew accustomed to more anxiety as the
silence went longer, and her hands unconsciously clenched into fists.
"Sara… Your mother…" Carlos's voice cracked as he struggled to answer.
Sara left the building in a hurry as soon as she hung up the phone. She didn't even have the time to tell
the rest of the employees where she was rushing into.
As soon as she got into the car, she called Jacob and told him that her mother had an accident.
Her mind was rapidly spinning, and the feeling of when she saw her mother leave for the first time
came rushing back to her. The only difference now was that it wasn't her mother's choice, but instead it
was fate.
Meanwhile, all the doctors tried their best to provide care and comfort to the patients, insisting that they
recover soon as long as they keep cooperating with their advises. But Sara knew they were nothing but
euphemisms.
The only reality she saw was that what was supposed to come would inevitably come, sooner or later.
No matter how much people tried to deny.
Fate didn't care about human expectations. It did not concern itself with human will, and it would not
ever vow to anyone. Fate was not a mere emissary that one could negotiate with. It was beyond that.
When Sara found her father not long after she arrived at the hospital, she noticed his extreme stress
manifesting into his appearance. She couldn't even bring herself to say a word to her father as she
observed him.
She only stood there beside him in silence.
"Your mother has suffered a lot in her life. I'm not mad at her, really. The reason why I didn't pay
attention to her when she came back was that it hurts me to see her not taking good care of herself. I
always thought that she left me because she made the choice to live a better life than I could ever give
her, but I didn't expect it to end up like this."
He paused as he raised his hand to wipe his own tears.
"If only she could live a happy life after she left me, that would be good enough for me. I'd be happy for
her. But, look, how could I accept this? I have been waiting for her recovery for so long. I know she
must have suffered enough."
The sadness he was feeling overwhelmed him, and it was as if the idea alone delivered pain that even
he could not handle.
"But I know for myself that she is suffering. I can't do anything about it. I feel so powerless. She wanted
to stay beautiful and she didn't want to shave her hair. I asked the hairdresser not to shave her hair in
front of the mirror that day as it would only upset her even further. She cried. She said I was the best
thing to ever happen in her life, and that out of all the people she met at this point in time, I was the one
she owed the most."
He continued to recall the memories as he wiped his tears in the process. Tears also streamed down
Sara's face as she sobbed in silence. She told herself that some words were better left unsaid.
There was no need for her to bother answering her dad. Soon enough, Jacob arrived and rushed over
to the ward, and he immediately saw both Sara and Carlos standing at the hallway by the door. He
slowed down as an unpleasant feeling came over him.
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