Eileen was indifferent.

Except for her grandfather, she felt no attachment to anyone else.

"I won't talk to you anymore. I'm calling for a designated driver."

Eileen hung up the phone and called for a driver.

Luckily, still in the downtown area, someone quickly took the order.

Returning to Northlake, it was already past five in the afternoon.

The sky was tinged with red, the setting sun gradually descending behind the mountains, everything serene and beautiful.

However, her mood was far from calm.

Returning home, seeing the men's slippers placed on the shoe rack, her unease deepened.

She simply put the shoes away in the closet.

Just as she sat...