The man stared at the empty suite with a stern expression, entered the bathroom, and lay down in the icy-cold water, his hands weakly propped against the edge of the tub as he closed his eyes.
His mind was in chaos—flashes of the shadowy storage room, moments of him driving her out of the Leclair Family, memories of her giving birth to two children and leaving on her own. This time, he was certain she would leave with the two children and never return.
On his handsome face was a trace of agony. Among the memories he could recall throughout these years, the only vivid ones were the fragments of time he'd spent with her. Whether they were his moments or Magnus Leclair's, they were deeply etched in his mind, like roots firmly planted, impossible to remove.
