Beauty never expected that after Lucas went on his business trip, she would see him again at Sarah's mother's funeral.
It was around eight in the evening when she received Sarah's text.
Lately, with no work, no school, and no one to supervise her, she had been indulging in complete freedom.
She had been going to bed early for beauty sleep and waking up at dawn for jogs around the gated community.
But when Sarah's tearful voice crackled through the phone, she immediately threw off the covers and sat bolt upright.
"What?
How could this happen!
Sarah, don't cry—are you at the hospital now? I'm coming right away."
Even though she had witnessed countless partings in life and death, her eyes still stung with tears at this moment.
She tossed the phone aside, threw on her clothes, and rushed downstairs in a frenzy.
"Madam... Madam, where are you going?"
The maid, seeing her dash out in such a hurry, scrambled after her, calling out.
