“Mr. Sutton, Mrs. Sutton... she’s... passed away.”

The news hit Elio like a bombshell.

His face went pale, unable to believe it. He asked the assistant to repeat the news, but the confirmation remained the same: I was dead.

Elio seemed stunned, murmuring to himself, “How is that possible? Aimee, are you playing a trick on me? Just a few days ago, you were upset with me. How... how did you pass away?”

Though Elio couldn’t see me, I could clearly see his expression and hear his voice.

Seeing the regret spread across Elio’s face brought a small sense of satisfaction to me.

Elio, frantic and desperate, questioned everyone around...