"Are you here to laugh at me?" Grace raised her head and looked at the man in front of her. Then she
gave a wan smile,"Mr. Shaw, you must be very happy now. The worse I am, the happier you are,
right?"
Hahaha, the more miserable she was, the dead Wallis will be able to rest in peace, right?
“Mr. Shaw…… In fact, you don't need to do so many things. The things you did before are not like you.
I always wonder why you suddenly changed your attitude towards me. Now I know the reason."
Caden's dark pupils dilated and suddenly had difficulty in breathing. He looked down at the woman in
the cupboard with pain in his eyes.
His deep voice suddenly sounded, "so what do you think?"
His voice was low, but she listened it clearly. She hugged herself tight. Her emotion was complex. How
can he still ask her thought?
"What do I think? Mr. Shaw, are you asking me?" She raised her head and looked up at the man
standing in front of her. His face was cold and so beautiful. Suddenly, she pointed to herself, "Mr. Shaw,
won't you look at me yourself? I am under your nose!
I know that in your eyes, I am the murderer who killed Wallis. You hate me, you retaliate, but I am
human! I can feel pain. I have heart. I'm not a puppet. "
Grace raised her head. She had been numb. This is the first time Grace showed the pain of her eyes in
front of Caden. She said that her tears had already dried up. She said that she couldn't cry. But now,
there were crystal tears in her eyes. She opened her eyes, looked up at the man in front of her, and
said softly,
"I hope you had killed me three years ago." She blinked and tears ran down her face.
"I wish you had just killed me three years ago." She blinked and the tears flowed down her cheeks.
If she died, she would not have to be pressed on the operating table to dig out her kidney. "You must
not understand that feeling. I was conscious of the process in which a part of my body was taken from
me. What's more terrible than losing is that I'm awake from the beginning to the end!
You don't know what the sky looks like in that place. You don't know how difficult it is to spend more
than 1000 days in there! You know the feeling that if you don't listen, you will be stripped of your clothes
and…" She hoped she would die at that moment when she was tied to the toilet. Grace choked and
didn't go on, because she couldn't say it anymore!
She can’t go on!
It was not a glorious thing!
How could she speak to the culprit in front of her who made her unable to live or die!
And what did she want him to say?
He was sorry?
Or she deserved it?
"Caden," she said. Calling him Mr. Shaw could not express her complex hatred for the man in front of
her. "Caden, how can I not hate you?"
She closed her eyes. The tears that had dried up for years were suddenly back in full force, the tears
she pent up for years flowing freely. She closed her eyes, her face covered in tears. She could no
longer control her accursed tear ducts!
Let them flow, let them all flow. She can’t stand anymore. She didn't want to hold back. “Caden！
Caden！！ Caden！！！” She screamed in a raucous voice. She called his name again and again
oppressively, and there was nothing else. Her scream included all her love and hate, joy and sorrow,
attachment and fear. "Caden" was enough to cover everything! Only his name can conclude the first
half of Grace's life!
“Caden！ Caden！！ Caden……” The rain outside the window, and the roar in the house. The air was
filled with sadness and pain, resentment and hatred. But how much love was left of that year?
How many more layers of pain did she pile onto the fresh wounds on the man's heart? How many more
lifetimes did he sink into his regret?
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