How could she forget? Every day when she got off work, her dad would ride his electric bike to fetch her home, rain or shine. He had never failed. Even if he was soaked to the skin, he would make sure she stayed dry until she reached home.How could she forget? After her divorce, it was her dad who unconditionally vowed to support her.Although she was adopted, he gave everything he had to her. He shielded her from hunger, cold, and any wrongdoings. All he thought of was this daughter of his.…The memories were still so vivid, but what was lost was lost forever. He would no longer come back.“Dad, I miss you. I really miss you. Wake up and look at me. Just look at me once!”Her voice had turned hoarse and dry, so much so that it saddened anyone who heard it. But Solomon would never hear it.He would never hear his favorite girl calling him dad anymore. He would never hear again.Summer kneeled there for a long time. She did not know how long it had been, as she just wanted to
No matter where it was, as long as she could sleep, or get some shut-eye, it would be fine. The night was so black, so dark, so heavy, and so quiet. As moonlight shone in through the windows, it coated the walls and bed sheets in the ward in a dazzling white. Lying beside Summer was Solomon’s cold body. She was not afraid, not at all. It was her dad. Why would she be afraid? Mark did not sleep at all. He had gone to Daisy’s ward once, but she had not woken up, still unconscious. The next morning, Daisy woke up and went to see Solomon. She was heartbroken and could not stop crying. Solomon had been her husband for decades. They had gone through many trials together. Now that he was gone, how could she not be distraught? Summer had a haggard face, sunken eyes, and chapped lips. She reached out to hold Daisy, but Daisy pushed her away. There was a sense of resentment in Daisy’s eyes. Her lips were quivering, and her body trembling. She could see the resentment in her mom c
Summer placed a bouquet in front of the tombstone. She thought her tears had dried up, but at this moment, her eyes welled up and tears flowed again. She wept hysterically, pounding her hands on the ground, and cried out loud. Pain was ripping through and almost paralyzed her. “Mark, you can’t let her continue on like this anymore.” It pained Jazz to see her, his eyes reddening. Mark was also standing in the rain, quietly looking at her. He shook his head to stop Jazz. Crying her eyes out was also a way of releasing her emotions. ‘Damn it!’ Jazz turned around as he could not stand it anymore. It seemed that God was not too kind to good people. After crying and yelling, Summer calmed down at last. She stood up, her body still trembling as she dragged herself away in the rain. Mark took off his trench coat and put it on her. She pulled off the trench coat and spat out her words with a blank expression. “Go now. Our relationship ends here. There will be nothing between us fr
“No, I can go by myself.” She gently but determinedly pushed Jazz’s hand away. “Now you don’t even want to associate with your student, do you? This is a remote place; you can’t get a taxi here. Are you going to walk in the rain all night back into the city? What about Charlotte—who will take care of her?” Her heart skipped a beat when she heard him mention Charlotte. She remained silent but let Jazz lead her into the car. Mark was standing still, watching the two slowly disappear from his sight. His hair was all wet, and the rainwater trickled down his face, along the bridge of his tall nose, and then onto his lips. He walked back to the tombstone and slumped down on the ground, closing his eyes as he let the rain beat down on him. Back at home, water dripping from Summer’s body wet the floor. Charlotte had cried for a few days, wanting to see her grandpa. Daisy grabbed something from her side and hurled it over to Summer when she saw Summer was back. “Get out of here! G
“Never mind. Don’t say anything. Come back to my apartment.” Grace held Charlotte with one hand and then took over the suitcase with the other. Summer followed her from behind. There were streetlights on both sides of the dark street, but none of their lights could shine into her heart. Suddenly thinking of something, she grabbed Grace: “Your apartment? I am not going.” She thought of something and stopped Grace. “Where are you going if not my apartment?” “There are many hotels.” She could go to any of them and settle Charlotte and herself. “My apartment is vacant. Don’t feel that you will disturb Charlie and me. If you still insist on going to a hotel, we will no longer be friends.” Since Grace said her presence would not disturb her and Charlie, she gave in. She said nothing much, and was basically silent along the way. The environment of the apartment was very good. The only downside was that it was dirty inside. It was extremely dirty. The dust on the settee cover
She did not make a sound or said anything. There was just the sound of her breathing. At last, Summer collapsed on the floor from exhaustion. It took her a great deal of strength to get Summer onto the bed. It was not until she pulled the quilt over Summer’s body that she heaved a sigh of relief. At least Summer had fallen asleep. Grace was worried about Summer and did not want to leave her alone. So she called Charlie, telling him she would stay with Summer for a few days. Watching Summer abusing herself like a madwoman, Grace could no longer bear to see anymore. She stepped on Summer’s rag and blurted, “That’s enough.” Summer said nothing and continued to wash the sheets. Grace took a glass of water and splashed it on Summer’s face. “Wake up. It is okay to grieve and feel sad, but you should know when to stop. Don’t give up on yourself, as you still have reasons to live. Grieving too much and for too long would be a pretence.” Trickles of water flowed down her face, and s
Ronald’s incident had become a talking point for folks in Santabaca. Because of the public pressure and demand, the higher-ups had to send people from the prosecutor’s office and police department to the hospital. Ronald had just undergone a surgery. He was now sitting in a wheelchair while Yvette was feeding him. Yvette’s willow brows were knitted together when she saw a group of men come in. The police took Ronald away without giving her the chance to say anything. Ronald said not a word. It was Yvette who yelled in dissatisfaction, pulling at the police officer’s uniform with a stern face. “Do you know who he is?” “Someone filed a report against him for being involved in a suspected abduction case. We are just doing our job. Besides, we have got an arrest warrant. If you have anything to say, please tell that to the higher-ups.” The police then took Ronald away. Suspected of abduction? Who else was there except Summer? Yvette gritted her teeth and called Gordon. Maybe he
She could see clearly that it was Yvette who pushed Samantha, and then Samantha fell to the floor, but she slipped when she stood up. Just as Samantha was about to fall off the building, her father caught her in the nick of time, but he, too, tripped on the steel pipe under his feet, and they both fell off the building. When Summer saw her dad’s body go over the edge of the building, she had her heart in her mouth and felt as if someone was strangling her. If it were not for Yvette’s deliberate action of pushing Samantha, Samantha would not have fallen, and her dad would not have tried to save her, and he would not have died. She knew her dad was a good-hearted person. Even though he took Samantha hostage, he would not watch her die in front of her and do nothing. Yvette might not be the direct culprit in this incident, but she indirectly caused their death; she was a murderer. Without Yvette, none of this would have happened. She wanted to sue Yvette, and so she went to a lawy