Nathan Leafcastle withdrew his gaze from the window and smiled at her.
"Mom, I know. Don't worry, I'll get through this."
Liliana Davis raised the corners of her lips, but her heart was not at ease.
After all these years, he hasn't let go. This time, can he really let go?
...
...
Inside the apartment.
Irene Spencer stood in front of the mirror, looking down at her dress, then raised her face to the mirror.
The person in the mirror had a tall figure, and the fitted dress perfectly highlighted her shapely form, looking quite beautiful.
However, her face was marred by bruises, and the swelling on her cheek hadn't gone down yet, ruining the overall beauty immediately.
Picking up the powder, Irene Spencer leaned closer to the mirror and applied another layer.
No matter how thick the powder, it couldn't cover these bruises. Her whole face felt like it was about to crumble with a smile, yet the obvious scars remained visible.
"Damn it!"
