Estelle offered a helpless smile and replied, “What are you talking about? I’m occupied with work and looking after the children day in and day out. I hardly have the time to even think about finding a boyfriend.”

“Why, then, do you insist on staying overseas?” Rebecca suddenly recalled something and lowered her voice, asking, “Is it because of... Mr. Mysterious?”

Upon hearing the familiar name, Estelle’s hands, resting on her thighs, momentarily stiffened.

“I remember that the anniversary of his death is very close to your father’s. It’s just a few days apart. Did you return this time because of...” Rebecca’s voice trailed off.

When Estelle arrived at Randaw...