Standing by the window, Connie gazed out at the fallen leaves and withered flowers, her eyes brimming with melancholy. She remained the ruthless Connie Jordan, as though she wasn't the one who got drunk and threw a tantrum on the previous day.

A long while later, she asked, "Hilda... Is she alright?"

Nathan replied mockingly, "Oh, she's fine. Thanks to you, she's only suffered a mild concussion."

In the past, Connie would fight back even if she was in the wrong, but on this day, she only mumbled, "I'm relieved that she's fine.." She sounded so pitiful, like she had realized that she was nothing but a mother who had...