Chapter 71

Wesley couldn't bring himself to say anything else, so he turned around and left.

Inside the car, Eunice slowly raised her head. Her eyes were dull and lifeless. If she hadn't been breathing, she would've looked like a corpse. But to Eunice, staying alive was no different from being dead.

She didn't cry because she knew it was useless. It would only incur Ian's wrath. He would simply say that she had no right to cry.

In Ian's eyes, Eunice wasn't supposed to have emotions. She wasn't supposed to feel happiness, sadness, and pain. She wasn't allowed to interact with other people either.

It was because she didn't deserve it. After all, she was living just to atone for her sins. That was why she'd only lived as an emotionless machine for the last five years.

Even if her body was marred with wounds, she couldn't cry out in pain. Even if Ian tore her heart to pieces, she couldn't shed a single tear.

Since the woman he'd loved had died because of her, she needed to atone for it for the