Beatrice's hands were still trembling. She tried her best to rid herself of the turmoil that had yet to leave her heart. How terrible this recent event that had entered her life was. Countless times her intertwined fingers squeezed each other. Sometimes her eyes glanced out the window, seeking solace in the tall pine trees, even if only a little.

"Mr. Alfred will surely get through this critical period," David said, trying to reassure the girl sitting beside him. Inside the luxurious car owned ...