Winson’s pov

Villson, you can rest assured that father will trap her all her life and make her painful all her life.

There was a knock at the door.

It's Wendy with a haggard face.

"Why do you come to me?"

Wendy bit her lip and sobbed, "I've come to say goodbye to you."

"Farewell?"

"I can't stand it any longer. Once I entered the house, Villson was everywhere. I kept him for two years, and I loved him so much."

She shook her head, covered her face with grief and cried.

"Since I came back from his funeral yesterday, I still can't forgive myself. I don't know why I...