"Did you just say that you've seen a lot of women like that?" Leo looked at the woman somewhat searchingly.

"I..." Bree's mind suddenly became stuck, and there was a thoughtful look in her eyes.

"Never mind. If you can't remember, don't think about it." Seeing the frown on Bree's face, Leo changed the subject.

When they got home, Leo went to his study, and Bree entered her bedroom.

The apartment was a duplex with two master bedrooms on the second floor, and Quentin had arranged for Bree to stay in the room next to Leo's in the first place. Then, the two of them tacitly kept sleeping in separate rooms.

Learning the reason for Leo's marriage to her, Bree felt relieved.

After lying in bed for a while, Bree accidentally glanced at the small box on the bedside table.

It was Doctor Rivers who gave it to her that day at the hospital.

But she had not got a chance to check it out neither there nor at home.

Curiously, Bree fetched the box and opened it.

A uniquely shaped ring entered her sight.

It was in the shape of two freshly sprouted leaves with a dazzling dewdrop-like diamond in the middle of them. The circular part was like an intertwined vine spreading from the base of the leaves.

It appeared vivid and gorgeous.

Bree fell in love with the ring right away.

However, when she put the ring on her finger, she suddenly felt tight in her chest.

She furrowed her brows slightly.

She took it off on second thought, put it back in the box, and shoved it deep in the drawer.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and for some reason, Bree burst into tears.

...

At the house of the Wells Family in N City...

"Bree!"

Bertha woke up from her sleep.

The door was opened, and then Martin Wells and Clive rushed in. "What's the matter?"

"What's wrong? Bertha, did you have a bad dream?" Martin sat on the edge of the bed with a worried look in his eyes, patting Bertha's back, "It's okay! It's okay! It was just a dream. Don't be afraid!"

Clive looked at her nervously and worriedly, wanting to say something, but could only stand by with restraint.

"Dad, I had a dream about Bree, and she asked why we didn't save her! She said she was in pain and she was scared! She said the water was so cold!"

Bertha clutched Martin's arm and broke down crying.

Martin's eyes instantly became bloodshot.

"Dad! Bree must be waiting for us to rescue her! Ask people to look for her, please!"

The mournful and humble prayer made the two grown men tear up.

"Okay, I'll send people to find her, I will!" Martin nodded hard, his otherwise straight back slightly stooping as he endured the intense grief and left to contact people for rescue.

"I'm going to look for her myself as well!" Bertha muttered to herself, lifting the blanket.

"That's enough!" Clive, who had been forcibly restraining himself, finally passed the endurance limits and grabbed Bertha by the arm, forcing her to sit on the bed.

"You let go of me! Let go of me! Get off me! I'm going to look for Bree. I'm going after her! She's waiting for me to save her. Get off me!"

"She's dead!" Clive yelled with reddened eyes.

Bertha, who was struggling hard, abruptly sat rigidly on the bed as if someone had pressed her body's stop button.

Then, she raised her hand and slapped Clive hard across the face.

Clive tilted his head to one side due to the slap, and finger marks instantly appeared on his cheek.

"Bree is dead!"

The second slap sounded!

"It's been over a month. If Bree's still alive, there's no way we can't find a trace of her."

The third slap sounded!

"I know you're in pain, but you have to live with the fact!"

The fourth slap sounded!

"Bree is dead!"

Bertha raised her hand again, but this time, she slapped it hard in her own cheek.

"Bertha!" Clive's heart ached as he grabbed Bertha's arm, not caring about his own red, swollen cheek. Instead, he hurried to check if she was hurt, but the woman pushed him to one side.

The slap, which took all Bertha's strength, was so hard that her fair, delicate face immediately became puffy.

"Clive, I hate you."

Her voice was emotionless and frosty.

"I know." Clive hated himself too.

He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his chest, and treated the woman's wound.

"Get lost. I don't want to see you anymore."

Clive did not stop applying the medicine for the woman with care. Then, he put the ointment on the bedside table and told her to use it on time, but Bertha ignored him completely.

He got up and left.

With a click, the door was closed.

An invisible barrier lay between them.

And it was insurmountable.